Category: Krim Fundementals

Divine Silence – Part Two of One – The Poetics

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Morning mourning, day-time daydreams, evening prayer

I. It is said that when Krim first came to the Valley, he took the shape of a Crow. From tree-top perches the Crow traversed the grand tributary-system of Mures, taking in its sights and souls; the dread Bear, the nymph & the dryads, the thieving dwarf-folk, Altars to gods long abandoned, and all sorts of creatures and creations that scamper or sit still along the banks. The Mures people, gifted in algorithmics, saw that the black-winged Crow traveled with Divine, linear speed, and sang new hymns in its name. This pleased Krim, who had in those days an ear for melodies both merry & somber.

II. On the high seas, sailors dream in verse. This was dreamt in an inland sea:

Ayem, Om
To our Doom

To our Doom
We journey

Red and golden, high above
A staircase-ceiling,
A ladder-window,
And a chandelier of blinding crystal
Beyond all riches
Rises Krim
Wanes the moon

Ayem, Om
To our Doom

III.

  • “In my final days I have come, at last, to understand the meaning of the Philistine Fables, and also of cow’s milk and the warmth of spring.”
  • “Take care that you do not fall into the well, Ioanis. It is full of life!”
  • “If you climb that hill, you can look back and see the city burning.”

Ian Whitehouse, Ostsee – Gurskaya – Altaij – The Outermost Lindees – Abandoned in Total, Terrifying Terra Incognita, July 2022

Divine Silence – Part One of Two – The Practicalities

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Pestilence and war ravages Europa anew. While painful to behold, it will perhaps offer some succor to remind ourselves of Historie: Europa is a cursed continent, and sees seldom peace. Like her eponym, the Princess Europa, stolen away by the Bull of Heaven, or her namesake – celestial Sister, soaring lonesome in that vast darkness of this Sistem Solare – hers is a tale of sorrow.

So, too, the story of our Society. In the shifting sands of policy and economies, the Targu Mures Historical Society finds itself without official support. Indeed, the offices in the once-proud Palace of Culture (what parody, now!) are abandoned by men of letters. Call upon them (as I have, repeatedly), and be greeted by some entrepreneur, musician, addict, river-child, etc. In short, there is (to my knowledge) no Society per se, only I. Tell me otherwise, and I would be very glad.

I can not, and will not, unravel here some grand conspiracy of Nerichian intrusion into every orifice of high court and Royal lineages. Nor can, or will, I deny it. These matters I leave for the young: for those not yet born, those who have not yet come to be.

Ian Whitehouse, Pennsylvania, July 2022

A Meeting long remembered

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Excerpt from an unfinished essay attributed to the young and un(in)formed Rau Cartuar. We see the gentle beginnings og a larger Krim-Cosmological Philosophical Sistem, but the sophistication and pure power of its later incarnations are not yet bloomed. This is Rau the rose-bud; the babe, grasping towards the clouds and stars above, believing them always to be just out of reach.

At the creation of the World – the birth of thought, when Life came to be – Life immediately assessed the situation: “I am, so I must be, and I must continue being.” The first thought was of Immortality.

This should come as no surprise, as the only purpose of Life is to live. In slightly vulgar terms we may call this ironic, but it is rather an inevitable tautology; the Living must necessarily understand existence through their fleeting moment of apparent endless Life, and this false assumption grants purpose. Tautologies can be deceiving.

That autumn, when the world was gray
I met Great Krim when on my stroll
Through nearby woods (the woods were gray)

I saw him, there, beyond the trail
He didn't notice me, but
Whistled a wholesome tune 

And the skies opened with immense color
And I fell to the forest floor
And the world turned abstract and immense

He slit the sky with a finger
Passed through, out of this World 
Without as much as a wave

An encounter with actual Immortality, with an Immortal Soul in Immortal Body. Imagine my rapture!

Ten Years in the Service of Truth

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Krim is kind. He will not abandon us.

Years come and go, but Krim remains, for he is beyond time and temporal influence. As we have done before, we renew our pledge, and will serve him eternally:

Seek Krim Jacob
Wherever he may roam
Makes himself known

Hear Krim Jacob
To foreign shores go
Where our River may flow

Noi vă mulțumesc tuturor, și mulțumim Krim!

Who knows most (of Krim)?

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I am in control.
I know so much, but hold no knowledge.

On his 50th birthday, he met with his mother. Half a century had passed since he came forth from Her womb. She was old now, gray and pale, her womb deserted and dry.

As he saw his mother, Jürgen himself felt age. He no Krim, no proper Krimean, yet he know much of Him.

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To this end,
drink a lot of water.

He was a reader of books and lexicæ, Jürgen.

Truly, in this world, I hold the sacred knowledge of Krim most strongly!

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Long live you slaves!
Now meet the demand!

Jürgen lied through life and unlife.

Valle Waling, Valle!

Valle Valle Waling!

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Olde Witchmaster!
Is She pregnant again?
And now, she blew his mind
to live His will.

Words and deeds
I’m not your knowledge
I am knowledge, control
I do not know.
Waling! Valle!

Wailing!
To this end,
drink a lot of water
and rich, full sqvill
even shower.

And now it’s old bones!
Take the case of the poor in rags;
Long live you slaves!
Now meet the demand!
Standing on two legs.
Hurry up and go!


– Written by Poet Jürgen Milchbucht, an inspiration for many here at TMHS and indeed for the whole Krim-Jacobian way of life. Thank you Jürgen!

Majahi Na-Majahi!

Krim Jacob and the nature of nature

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What is nature? What is the nature of beasts, of man? What is the nature of nature?

Jakko Krimälainen knew, and he writes:

I saw this morning a most peculiar thing…

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What did you see, Jakko? On the lake an iced pyre, on the snowy heath some deer, from the billows a cursed maiden:

I come to you with heathen words
from strange and foreign shore;
I’ve sailed for days and days and nights
to share this ancient lore:

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In Wallachia’s lands a sorcerer
of grand, hideous power
chants and calculates his curses,
curses you this hour!

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…

Five Years in the Service of Truth

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Targu Mures Culture Palace, home of the Targu Mures Historical Society
Targu Mures Culture Palace, home of the Targu Mures Historical Society

This week, the Targu Mures Historical Society celebrates five years of internet presence.  In the service of Truth, we carry out our mission, pledged to the creed:

Seek Krim Jacob
Wherever he may roam
Makes himself known

Taste Krim Jacob
The almond will grow
Ere cold winds blow

Noi vă mulțumesc tuturor, și mulțumim Krim!

Proving the existence of Krim, V

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From the Diary of Jakko Krimälainen
From the Diary of Jakko Krimälainen

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For a fifth of this world there is:

Turn off natural language search and mobile information is almost always lost their best results.

To achieve designed for evil purposes, in general.
We have some knowledge and common sense!

Flash information which said lucky Archer and longer than ever before.
Some of them are smart.

Call to end the infinite nature of Krim’s children.