When in dream

When in dream where none is real
When in dream, where in dream
Where in dream is found true truth
Where in dream, why in dream
Why in dream is glass transparent
Why in dream, how in dream
How in dream is dream unending
When in dream where none is real

So did one Tan Angerer speak. Noone heard, noone saw. Oh, oh, ayem, ohm! These were sayings of ancient belief, of kingdoms come, of kingdoms gone. Only loss is gain, only loss!

Krim, you of old! Shed light, shine bright. I am alone, sisterless, brotherless, without family, father to none, child of darkness. I pray, Krim, and you do not answer. I pray, Krim, I pray!

This is the ancient tale: One wandered in woods, without torch, without soul. One snapped branches, shed tears, all future broke before him. “Fuj, what thick woods are these!” All future, all past, all was in view of the wanderer, all was in mist.

I never saw him again. Not in dream, not under star nor sun. May darkness guide him, as only darkness can. Why in dream, Krim, why only in dream?

Johann: on the arch-Angel Myklye

Who art thou, Johann? Without hesitation, you are in control of all life; all death. Even Angel Myklye!

Yoham and I, we danced with Death, oh! Oh! Death, what step, what groove, what hop of the Lindees! Are you of Mortales? Hop, hop! Yoham you Jew of infinity! Thine hair; silver! Shine!

Ohm, Yoham, you moon! Proud, proud moon! Of silver, of gold … you ghost! Leave us not …

Our body suffers, he sleeps, he is of strength diminish’d! Yoham … You, mine Lad, of orthodoxy not-too-strong, of freedoms and Judaism mystikal! Logik, Yoham? Art thou un-logikal? Like that! fair Moomin? Ayem ayem oh!

Ohm, Brandon, Proud Hindoom, Proud Yew!
Ayem, ayem ohm!

Art thou Dath? You age, ancièn, silver, Gray!

Brandon the Ladd (Die Ungere)

Art thou cursive? Yes, there is more in ancient Pikkiya, country olde … Brandon, Brandon, on knoll so green, so mystikal! Aye, I can speak no more, I have no voice, I am Sound!

Yan-Olaf of the Mountain, speak my words, speak ungrammatically, speak freely, free, Free! Angel Myklye!

The most dangerous Krim of all; the double Krim

The lore of Krim touches both fiction and reality. He confirms and contradicts himself. Is He of one? Is He of many?

How can our minds comprehend, that who must be, the most dangerous Idea of all?

Those that deny Him, may suffer tautologies so deceiving that their minds fall into that Hellish state, that very X-apocryphal logik. However, we cannot say that they are wrong to refuse Him, for a mind may be to small and narrow to master and perceive the Jacobian tales that moves beyond fiction.

He is of one, and He is of many! He is father of fantasy and reality. To Him they are one!

Those who believe in Him, deserve no suffering. But their mind will not fully understand his intentions, and doubt will certainly reach them as well. It was so for Johann, Rau, Ingo, Jurii and so many others. His strength and wisdom is so enormous that our feeble minds cannot fathom it.

For I have gazed upon Him, that ghost, that idea, that most powerful creature..

Manné, the tumbling rock

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Tumbling rock, tumulus in tumble

Manné has been sleeping, since the cold captured him, a late Autumn night.  The sympathies were many, but now I am alone. Ice and Fire knows nothing of his passing, yet the same sun shines on them. Does she shine on you, my closest friend?

She wanted to change the world, change it all, completely…

Manné, have you fallen?

I turn at night. Questions without answers. Answers without questions. Will he wake? Will he rise again? Will he, in the warmth of spring, again be my tumbling rock?

From Jean’s diary, 1913

Josef and Jacob Becher; Ice And Fire

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Krymská Trees, as seen in autumn (Google Street View)

In the street of Krymská, in the town of Bömische Karlsbad two boys were once born. Given traditional names Josef and Jacob,  most knew them just as Ice and Fire. The brothers were close during their childhood years, but the life would soon pull them towards different paths.

Ice, man of spirit.

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Josef Becher is the most known of the two, being a famous man of spirit. His spirit and factory lives to this day, and an alcoholic liqueur has been made to tribute the two brothers.

Fire, wanderer and seeker.

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Jacob, however, is a mystery to most. He spent his adult life wandering the long winters of the world, seeking answers, singing songs, conversing with crows. His interpretation of “Folanés Folly” is known by many, but fewer know of his own Follies.

A man who spent the majority of his life walking in circles in the worlds mysteries, Jacob was both confused and wise. On the Asian steppes, he followed the trail laid down by the great Khans, he sung from his throat with the Tuvan masters and he visited Jurii far north. His presence warmed those around him, just as it did in his fiery youth.

Towards the end, Jacob turned to song and poetic poetry. He sang the songs of his homeland, lands he had traveled and lands of myth and legend. He sang of life and death, hope and happiness, despair and suicide. Yet the love for his brother and his spirit was always central, in those songs of brothers two, of Ice and of Fire…

Krimean Heresy in the Islamic State (IS/ISIS)

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Artist’s impression of Krimean archeological treasures. What is buried in the Syrian sands?

Ancient cities, Ancient Kingdoms, Krimean connection. El-Fahir, Holy Algorithm. Nerich, Syria traveler. Early Krimean cultures.

These are notes in the margin of the Holy Qu’ran belonging to an unfortunate fighter in the Syrian war. The Targu Mures Historical Society is surprised indeed to receive such words from this war-torn corner of the earth. Yet we will be wise to remember Krim’s eternal attributes and wide influence – growing ever wider!

We hope to devote more time to this new avenue of research in the coming year, and pray for the emancipation of the Syrian people and their Krimean treasures.

Ovi Dänânae, Targu Mures Historical Society

Raude, the traveling man.

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Gudmestad water and the old Gimø Tavern, painted by Raude (1846)

Back in 1846, a traveler came to the Gudmestad farm, Krim Raude was his name. He had traveled far and wide, from lands not known to the simple folk of Gudmestad.

In those days, Old Salte was the patriarch of Gudmestad farm, and he welcomed Raude with open arms. Long nights and deep conversations ensued, Raude and Salte discussed many themes and topics.  Although their lives had differed, old Salte and Raude formed a close friendship

The feasts at the local tavern were many, for it was good times when Raude visited. Roast of lamb, fermented trout, herring,  potatoes, turnip stew and much more were served. For beverage they had wonderful, cold, fresh water. Late at night, Salte and the other old men would form a ring, figling, singing and dancing. They performed many traditional songs and melodies, while the women and children were free to help them self to Raudes almonds, a strange treat from a foreign land.

I Gimø så figla me te’ jaoen
I Gimø e figlå mi gådden

extract from traditional song

But all things must end and Raude had to continue his journey, and he left after many joyful days. On his last day he presented Salte of a painting depicting the Gimø lake and tavern Raude had gown so fond of.

I here present Raudes last words to his close friend, Salte.

Salte, my eternal friend, I must leave you now and travel far North and East, to those dictum borderlands. For I have heard tidings of deep sorrow and despair, the apocryphal logic has shown itself. But do not feel saddened , for I will always remember your songs and melodies with great joy.

Still to this day, the people of Gimø celebrate Raudefest every month. Thus, I sincerely believe that a part of Raude’s soul is still present at Gudmestad and Gimø, even though he left many years ago…

Written on the behalf of TMHS by Sølve Gudmestad, descendant of Salte Gudmestad

Biserica Ortodoxă Română (the barbarian oppressors)

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This is the first in a series of guest articles from my friend and former colleague, historian and polyglot Vasile Sandor. The topic is proposed connections between the Krim metamyth, Romanian Orthodoxy and the political or moral plasticity of a corrupted Europa. Vasile was recently featured in the media and will be releasing a book on Hegel-sexual trends in neo-Marxist southern Moldovan literature later this year.

What is Romanian Orthodoxy? Who was Krim Jacob? And, not least; how can the Krim Jacobinian societies of Old Europe still influence political discource and pan-Abrahamic religious dogma? These are questions central to contemporary histo-theological research at Petru Maior and related institutions. I strongly oppose any attempt to answer these questions: it may well herald the final death of the Schwartzwald soul (our last chance at bridging the conscious/subcounscious divide).

In this first part of five, I will focus solely on the concept of Romanian Orthodoxy in a Qïrim-Byzantine context (in addition to the preceding introduction). This will provide a solid and necessary foundation for further discussions on the more transcendental topics presented above.

Jacob Krim was the first truly orthogonal-orthodox man on the northern hemisphere. In the words of the third patriarch of the Romanian Orthodox Church, Justinian Gimo Marina, put it:

I am familiar with Krim Rosü, he is dear to me like a father or suspicious uncle. His life and teachings is an inspiration and moral compass for all true believers and men of letters.

In modern monomyth-terminology, we might well call Jacob Krim the ultimate and universal Oedipal/Muhammedan hero-prophet. Learned of the eastern schools have also linked him to the primal Orphic sacraments and general, historical Gnosticism. In this sense he is a still man of flesh, but absolutely also part of the supersensoral realm of pure pleasure: the “seventh heaven” of Christian-Orthodox and televisional tradition.

Carvings in Cambodia

The river of truth still flows through the Cambodian wilderness, but the blood of its fallen defender is long washed away. The algorithm was born here, in sea of dark green. The mysterious shrine and ancient mood gave young Jacob a deep inspiration. “I have been here before” he yelled,  yet his mortal flesh was new to these lands.

To be carved in Cambodia, the be bound by the earth…