My Birth Part 2

His Imperial Majesty Kaiser Adolf 1 Hitler the Hohenzollern of Germany travelled to my family home in Yarragon, to check if Mr. & Mrs. Webb really lived there in early 1972. He was planning to check if my parents could have a technically eligible baby for his Imperial Family, provided the information he had was correct and they really lived there.

 

He used the details he found in Births, Deaths & Marriages, Victoria, Australia that he looked up to see if my mother got married when she was around 18, of which there was only one entry. My Father Kevin G Webb marrying my mother Judith M Maslen on the 3rd of May 1958 in Moe, Victoria, Australia. That entry included the family home address at 27 Campbell Street, Yarragon, Victoria, Australia. He thought it was hilarious to go to the family home on the 18th of January, as that date was a German Imperial public holiday and national day commemorating my Imperial family becoming the Constitutional Monarchy of Germany in 1871.

 

Kaiser Adolf 1 brought an employee of his to Australia, who was paid to come along on the trip. His mechanic and handy man "Mr. B". They met in around 1962 and Kaiser Adolf (Wolfgang to Italians) employed him for as a mechanic and handy man, for jobs he needed done, particularly restoring and repairing cars Kaiser Adolf purchased (which were left to me in his Italian estate). They spent quite a bit of time together but were never sexually partnered on an ongoing basis in any way. "Mr. B" had been sent to Italy from France to attempt to "spy" on Adolf. He ended up getting the job as mechanic and handy man. 

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They parked outside my family home in Yarragon, on what was going to be a severely hot day over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, hours after I had already been born at approximately 5:45am that morning. It was around lunchtime, between 12 & 1pm, on the 18th of January. Kaiser Adolf went to the front door to knock and check if anyone was home. There was no answer. He looked around like he was strangely familiar with the place, went around the veranda, checked the back door, and could not find anyone there, and headed back towards the car. On his way back to the car he saw a nice-looking man across the road bending over in his garden (who had been watching him whilst he was trying to find out if anyone was home) and had a good look at him. The man stood up and turned around. They looked at each other and both smiled, and my fathers across the road neighbour said, “Are you looking for Kevin & Judith?”. I want to make it clear Kaiser Adolf was sceptically going to the address from Australian marriage records, not even knowing if Mr & Mrs Webb even really lived there, thinking it was probably an attempt at a cruel practical joke of sorts. He came here for a look at Gippsland like a tourist, and a laugh.

 

He had always wanted to come to Gippsland. After all, his predecessor Kaiser Wilhelm 2 was born to then Prince Fredereich 4 and his parenting agreement partner Lady Knight Victoria, in Gippsland in what is now Morwell in 1859, whilst they were on holidays. Kaiser Adolf’s Uncle Kaiser Fredereich 4 also retired to Gippsland for the rest of his life in around late 1890, after abdicating to Kaiser Wilhelm 2. Former Kaiser Prince Fredereich Hohenzollern 4 was around new Prince Adolf for around a year after he was born before retiring to Gippsland for the rest of his life (he died in 1916, approximately). Former Kaiser Prince Fredereich was like a “Radiohead” transmitter telling his young nephew Prince Adolf all about the place constantly. Kaiser Adolf took it all in for around 20 years, and always reminded people of Gippsland until his abduction in some way.

 

 

My Great-Grandfather Kaiser Adolf 1 paused in shock at the question, then in a broad faked Australian accent he could not stop attempting said “……. yeah” cynically, like if it was a practical joke, it was getting more elaborate.

 

Our neighbour replied with “they’re not home, she’s having a baby. You could try the local hospital in Warragul, she went in last night”. He was quite excited about my father Kevin having another child and politely gave him friendly directions, and they were on their way towards Warragul. The instructions were to take the Princes Highway, go past the Warragul Cattle yards, turn left, and head south towards the hospital on the hill, “can’t miss it, big obvious building on the hill with a big chimney”.

 

They drove through Darnum and Nilma, and headed for Warragul, seeing the hospital to the south on the hill to the left. When they saw the landmark cattle yards they were told about, there was a stationery car with a few adults around it, and what looked like a baby, looking like they were melting in the 100 degree heat, not doing anything or going anywhere. Just spread out around a car. He considered the heat and decided to stop to see if they needed help. They turned out to have a flat tyre and were unresponsively unsure what to do, with slow motion responses. He noted they were probably on something illicit but decided to help. There was a male (with real false breasts, illicitly drugged) making like a humble transvestite, a few very even deeper drugged adults, including a nurse looking woman, and at least one baby. Two babies. The other baby had been shoved so far into the cattle yards it was almost under the Cows by a grunting thing, who did not want to keep that one because it had dark blackish looking hair. He was more than likely hoping it would be left there or trampled.

 

Kaiser Adolf 1 offered to get his driver ("Mr. B" ) mechanic to change their tyre for them, and there was minimal chat whilst it was changed. Kaiser Adolf thought they looked like they were melting in the unbelievable heat, the likes of which he had never experienced before.

 

Kaiser Adolf 1 saw them on their way, with the mechanic reminding them to take the one nearly under the cattle (apparently) and they drove off in one of those crime getaways. Deeply drugged, seemingly horribly fast, low speed getaway. Probably had a tyre problem when they took off earlier from the hospital but did not notice until the steering got difficult with a third of a brain available each due to illicit drugs. My two unregistered younger triplet siblings were in the car, stolen off my father Kevin whilst he was at work, organized by their biological mother.

 

My mother’s first and middle name, Judith Margaret, was intentionally designed to remind Kaiser Adolf 1 of the false idea that if he hadn’t have been in a sexual relationship with a Jewish man when he became Kaiser in 1940, then things may have been different for him in the ensuing years. Just in case he ever found out about her. Not that they ever thought he would. Judith had organized months in advance in sketchy detail for babies to be stolen if things went to plan, to try to stop my father Kevin getting to take a biological child of his own home.

 

She had been at it since they got married in 1958. Thirteen pregnancies before the one I was in, all stolen off my father before birth and dumped unregistered (and ineligible). There were only four females in the household when I was born. My mother’s identical looking relative’s four children to four different men other than my father Kevin. A Pedersen, a Reewoldt, a Richardson and a Van Der Mullen. My triplet siblings, like all my other biological siblings, are completely ineligible for my Imperial Hohenzollern Family.

 

Kaiser Adolf 1 & the mechanic headed towards the hospital and turned left to go up the hill to it. They arrived and parked in the carpark, with "Mr. B" staying in the car. Kaiser Adolf 1 went to reception in the lower part of the hospital at one end and asked, with a sceptical grin, if Mr. & Mrs. Webb were at the hospital, who were having a baby. He was asked what relationship he was to Mr. and Mrs Webb and replied with “I’m the Great-Grandfather” (meaning of the baby). He was directed to the second floor of the other end of the building. He went to the other end of the hospital and headed inside. As he went in, he heard garbled strange female screeching noises.

 

Kaiser Adolf 1 headed up the same stairs my father Kevin did before sunrise, but in unbelievably hot after lunch conditions, and hearing the noise of a screeching screaming woman getting louder as he went up the stairs. When he got to the top of the stairs my mother screeched in a garbled out of control tongue exhausted way: “Kill it, kill it! Have you got a gun? Just fucking shoot it or something.” and etcetera. She had been yelling like a lunatic since my father Kevin left the hospital to go back to work around 6am, for over 7 hours. A few topics with few variations on repeat the whole time.

 

I was dead in the sink across from the stairs, not breathing with no pulse. My heart had stopped whilst Kaiser Adolf was climbing the stairs. I was being held under the water by yet another grunting thing, probably on drugs, possibly doing an impersonation of his own of what the baby from 1944 would have looked and behaved like when adult, who had something clearly missing, called Slobodan Praljak. I only found out who he was after he committed a very public suicide. He replied to my mother who was through the doors in a room she had been in since morning: “No, I don’t have a gun…”, as if everything was fine, I was dead, no need to panic, everything was under control.

 

Kaiser Adolf 1 said “What the fuck is she screaming that for?”

“What is she screaming that for?”

Then casually brain scanned her for injury and pain, and said, “she’s not in pain or anything, what is she screaming like that for?”.

 

Mr Praljak saw a little silhouette of a man reflected in the backsplash of the sink, let me go thinking I was dead, and panicked thinking he was busted with a dead baby and a screaming lunatic, people pretending to be hospital staff, drugs, etcetera. He started making hurried excuses why she was yelling, including claiming she was just exhausted, but could not speak English well enough to communicate what he was trying to say, and headed towards her to shut her up, when Kaiser Adolf said, “and what are you doing?”. He headed directly to my mother through the doors to try to shut her up, even put his hand over her mouth.

 

Kaiser Adolf 1 noticed something in the sink, bobbling a little. As he got closer, he realized it was a baby (me), and then hurriedly reached in, grabbed me, and pulled me out in both hands extremely gently. He recognized his DNA was in there somewhere when he touched my bare skin with his hands and held me out. There was a very heartfelt and sad “Oh, no. How awful, the poor little child”.

 

He noticed I was not breathing and may be dead, but I was not cold and was seeming to move slightly or be strangely not totally dead. So, he just looked at me, a little unsure, and spoke to me direct with his brain, and I replied faintly.

So, he started CPR immediately, and tried to revive me. Kaiser Adolf Hitler the Hohenzollern held me upside down trying to get water out of my lungs, then realized that was wasting time. He then flipped me up and held me in one hand, bending me over backwards, holding my head and neck with his two forefingers, so that my head was tilted back, and my airway was open in the palm of his hand. He reached in and found my heart muscles with his two other forefingers under my underdeveloped ribs, with his fingers almost crossed at the tips, and started pumping my heart muscles as gently as he could with the tips of his fingers, and then breathed in my mouth. He repeated this, getting more rhythmical, almost getting a foot tapping thing going on, and as he did, I seemed to get more responsive. He kept going until I started trying to breathe on my own, and started making noise, and then he felt my heart re-start under his fingertips.

 

When it became clear he had revived me, he said at what seemed an annoyingly loud volume on multiple levels, “Zig HAIL there young baby!”, and was instantly absolutely thrilled with himself.

 

He decided it was best to quietly walk off with me, just to make sure I was okay and take me away from the grunting thing, who clearly nearly totally killed me in the sink, who was through the doors with my mother, pleading her to shut up and putting his hand over her mouth to try to magically make her shut up, with a hand signal.

 

Kaiser Adolf wandered off with me, thinking he better find a place to hide me and keep me safe, in case the man who drowned me came looking for me to finish me off after returning to the sink and noticing I wasn't dead in it. He took me into a small medical storage room similar to a closet, closed the door, then checked if the door could be secured. He sat down in the storage room and held me up against his chest gently with both hands, with me lying down sideways on, and tried to make sure I was breathing properly. He described what my heart should be beating like to me, trying to calm me down, telling me I would be fine. The storage room was almost totally sealed tight and completely dark apart from the light of the clear hot Summer day coming through under the door. He started speaking to me quietly, saying he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me, I’d be fine and tried to keep me quiet to avoid attracting the attention of the man who drowned me to the medical storage room. A dark side of the Moon experience.

 

He got the usual “are you going to be present for the birth” like newborn question from me, the equivalent of “and who might you be (kind sir)?”. He paused, very quietly sighed, and said quietly and slowly “My name is Kaiser Adolf Hitler, but I’m really a Hohenzollern, and I won't let anybody hurt you”. He then tried to think of a similar situation he had been in to talk to me about to make me feel better and keep me quiet, running through memories to find one.

 

I want to make it clear right here. If a baby goes full term to birth, the memory cells are there to take these things in that early. The brain cells to understand it all come later. That is why some evil-minded people take advantage of premature babies. With their birth dates, for example. They never have any idea when they were really born. Full term babies like me, do.

 

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One other thing I would like to say here. I did not get drowned the day I was born by Mr. Praljak specifically so one of my younger (second or third born) biological triplet siblings could become Kaiser Adolf's Heir instead of me. Including because of my natural genetic attributes like Albino, of short stature, humongous, or Red haired.

 

If they had ended up having that plan in mind, they would have had to make sure one of the other two (or both) were registered at birth and in my parents’ custody, like I ended up after they were gone. My two younger triplet siblings were both taken from the hospital undocumented, pre-organized months in advance by my mother Judith, (to steal them off my father whilst he was at work), before I was drowned, and before Kaiser Adolf arrived. The people who stole them were NOT aware he was in Gippsland at all, or that he was planning to go to my family home, or that he had decided on the 18th of January to go to my family home, or that he would end up going to the hospital I was born in that day.

 

The registration documents for me were initially partially filled in by a nurse who was part of the afternoon shift, who asked my mother for relevant details, then completed fully by my father Kevin after he arrived back at the hospital, sometime after 10pm the day I was born. They did not get the registration forms out until mid-afternoon, after a change of hospital staff had occurred, and that was hours after my two triplet siblings were already gone.

 

If the people involved wracked their brains afterwards for plots and schemes they could have tried to attempt between the day I was born and my birth details becoming officially registered with government here (on the 26th of January 1972), to try to “steal” estates I hadn’t even been left yet off me, using one of my two younger triplet siblings, then whatever. They are insane and cannot edit history. Their retarded “what we could have done if we knew then what that baby was going to be named and left like we do now” regrets are something that “does not really compute” in me, so to speak.

Chronological real events from the past just seem like editable stories to some people, who clearly do not have as much of an ability to keep it real as I do. It is a strangely widespread form of mental illness that can lead to involvements in organized crime, sports cheating, and terrorism. A syndrome of some sort which is quite serious.

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In 1973 "Mr. B" was caught trying to sexually assault Kaiser Adolf ("Wolfgang") whilst he was unconscious. Adolf was found unconscious on the floor at aged 84, face down, with his clothes removed below the hips. Mr "B" was about to attempt to sexually penetrate him illegally with his genitals sticking out his Zip when he was caught. He was investigated and claimed he only did it to try to "fake himself" being Kaiser Adolf's ongoing sexual partner since the 1960's, so that if "Wolfgang" died he should be considered his widow and collect the Italian Estate instead "of the child in the will" (me). Kaiser Adolf (using his diplomatic Asylum name "Wolfgang Alfonse") had already left the entire Italian diplomatic asylum identity estate to me as well, the sole beneficiary.

 

"Mr. B" was investigated and found to have been rendering gay men unconscious and sexually assaulting his victims in Italy over a more than 10 year period. With dozens of victims over the more than ten years as an offender. Some victims he was "hired" to assault, others he assaulted by himself without payment. He was eventually sentenced to life without parole under Italy's strict rape laws. Whenever he was asked why he is in jail, he always lied and said "copious tax avoidance", still pretending that he was Kaiser Adolf's "sexual partner" instead of casual employee (and one of the worst spies in the world). He was jailed for being a vile evil serial rapist, not tax avoidance, for life without parole. A deeply disgusting whimpering dribble of an excuse for a human being is way too flattering. He dedicated himself to trying to steal my Italian estate (I still have not received) from jail, and was also rumoured to be running the lunatic anti-redhead cult the "Khmer Rouge" from jail. 

 

As an update - Mr "B" finally died aged 93 in February 2024. Good Riddance.