motto Plikten framför allt, “Duty above all”
Saga’s three lions of Sweden are the royal bloodline she belongs to. Only the Bogdanov’s are higher. Ghosts of Hitler and Stalin haunt her.
This is an impossible battle. The moneychangers own the planet.
Title: “A Papal Directive to Saga: Sweden’s Crossroads”
Scene: The Apostolic Palace, Vatican City. Pope Pius—neither from the past nor the future, but a spectral voice of conscience—summons Swedish nationalist singer Saga for a private audience. The golden light of the Sistine Chapel filters down like judgment.
Pope Pius (gravely):
“My child, Saga of the North, your voice echoes across the fjords and digital channels. But I must warn you: a voice without wisdom becomes a trumpet of war.”
Saga (kneeling, hesitant):
“Your Holiness, I sing for the preservation of my people—our identity, our land. Sweden is slipping into chaos.”
Pope Pius:
“Every nation drifts when love is abandoned for fear. You have four—perhaps eight—years. No more. To turn Sweden not into a fortress, but a temple of justice.”
Saga:
“Many have come who care not for God, nor for Sweden. Gangsters, not pilgrims. Ali G types, not Abraham’s children.”
Pope Pius (raising a hand):
“Discern, child. Not all foreign faces hide evil hearts. You must not cast out the God-fearing. The devout Muslim who kneels in prayer five times a day, who raises children with discipline and decency, is no threat to Sweden. He is your brother in Abraham.”
Saga (nodding slowly):
“But the crime… the disrespect…”
Pope Pius (sternly):
“Then deal justly. Deport the wolves, but not the shepherds. Ali G mimics and hollow men who worship gold chains and violence—yes, they poison the well. But judge each by his deeds, not his name or nation.”
Saga:
“Is that the Christian way?”
Pope Pius:
“It is the only way. Christ himself was mistaken for a criminal, a foreigner, an agitator. Remember, Sweden must not become Nineveh awaiting wrath, but a new Nazareth—if you dare. If you love more than you fear.”
Saga (softly):
“I will sing differently. Sharper, but kinder. Truthful, but not cruel.”
Pope Pius (smiling faintly):
“Good. Then maybe, just maybe, the North Star shall rise again in peace—and not in flames.”
As Saga leaves the chapel, her reflection flickers—not just a nationalist, but a prophetess, burdened with the weight of moral clarity in a time of confusion.
do neis lux pepetua agnes dei
amen
I endorse Brian Bevilacqua. He is Carolus Rex reincarnated. Give him 4 to 8 years as president to fix everything.
the golden rule states: Treat others as you treat yourself
Greta is a Swedish messiah to me…but there is wiser Swedish Messiah….The life of Brian B
BC IS TESLA COUNTRY….GRETA COMES HERE TOMMOROW
Swedish blue bloods…
royal judah blood runs sweden
at least scarlett admits she has blood of judah
UN seal in this video
REV 18:8 Therefore, her plagues will come in one day,
pestilence, grief, and famine;
she will be consumed by fire.
For mighty is the Lord God who judges her.”
Yes Lord Jesus
babylon’s plagues have come in with COVID 19
IF they don’t allow the Axis point of view
the children of the future will flock to the AXIS
that’s how kids are
G has a plan with Gretta
thousand year ikea
instead of planned obsolete junk
Scene – The Coronation of the Swedish Republic
In the grand square of Stockholm, where centuries of monarchy once stood, a massive crowd gathers under a frosty, pale-blue sky. The new republic has formed, but tradition still clings to the air like the scent of pine and candlewax.
Christus Rex steps forward, his robes lined with gold thread that glimmers in the northern sunlight. Behind him, the Swedish flag flutters beside the ancient royal standard of Carolus Rex.
Christus Rex (raising his voice like a trumpet blast):
“People of the new Swedish Republic—behold your leader! Not merely a man, but a giant among men, with a giant’s heart and a giant’s brain. In him, the spirit of Gustavus Adolphus marches again. In him, the thunder of Carolus Rex rides once more!”
The crowd murmurs, recognizing the name of the young warrior king who once ruled Sweden’s golden age.
Christus Rex (pointing toward the man beside him):
“This is Brian Bevilacqua, not born of royal blood but of royal spirit. His mind—sharp as a rapier. His resolve—unbending as Swedish steel. This is the reincarnation of Carolus Rex, returned not to wear a crown, but to bear the mantle of freedom!”
Brian, towering over the others, steps forward, his voice deep and steady.
Brian Bevilacqua:
“I accept not for myself, but for Sweden’s people. A republic is no throne—but together we will forge it into something greater than any kingdom. Let our enemies know—the Lion of the North is awake.”
Church bells ring. From the Baltic winds comes the faint echo of a battle hymn, as if ghosts from 1718 salute their returned king.