Crypto-Brandonites and other Beta-folk

On September 29, 2020 By Targu Mures Historical SocietyIn Wanderers and seekers, World ReligionLeave a comment

Blessed are the Brandonites
for they shall inherit Boolean Tautologies
and the Beta-Reductions held within
Unknown, foolish, author

The self-titled Tribe of Brandon, followers of the Jorsalian Exile (counting among them Arch-Rabbi Darch of great stature and weak mind), are as an ethnographic and sociological phenomenon not yet fully understood. Their scholarly corpus, espoused especially by the academic outcast Yanolf from Ararat, is much studied, yet somehow even more mysterious to modern minds.

At the heart of this elusive society, and both lock & key to their knowledge, is the concept of the Grammarless Grammar, an integration of algebra and Kabbalah which is said to prove all that is True, but to the unbeliever also all that is False: a logical gambit which sacrifices reason for faith, a universal arithmetic of non-prime Primes.

While accomplishing no mainstream Rabbinic acceptance, echoes of the Grammarless Grammar (pronounced in Wordless Words) are heard still over afternoon tea in learned places. Yes, you have most likely met Him, this Eternal Student – not inside the lecture hall, but waiting just outside, pondering Eternity. Though they remain hidden, and indeed enjoy this air of mystique, the Crypto-Brandonites are certainly among us.

Tuvan call

On December 5, 2019August 5, 2019 By Targu Mures Historical SocietyIn World ReligionLeave a comment

They met before Anesh.
And they played at many games.
At His temple, in His honor.

Bear fight tiger!
Bagh-Bhaluk juj!

Elephant fight crocodile!
Haati-Ghorial juj!

Egg fight egg!
Koni-Koni Juj!

Fuj!

But from over the mountains they could hear a song on the wings of winds. And they pondered. Was this violence right? Would He be content with merely song and dance?

They set afoot towards the winds of the Northern steppe.

The tragic Livare, condemned to an eternal soulless life

On January 5, 2019January 2, 2019 By Targu Mures Historical SocietyIn Crimea Jacobius, World ReligionLeave a comment

In pre-ancient times the spirit of Kyrim created Man and Woman. He was Livare, She was Flynn! Yet Kyrim the Great made but one mistake! On that dreaded Night of Obligations His Son was not given a soul, no Spirit, no life force.

So was the creation of Livare, the premier tragedie.

Oh Livare, the Tragedy you are.
Alive, yet not living.
You smile, yet you cannot feel happiness.

Majahi Livare!
I pray for you.
Will you ever be releas’d by Death?

Livare my Livare,
are you doomed to forever be
Kyrim’s single mistake?

Cursed, Livare embarked his ship and set sail. On to that eternal gray ocean. Cursed to forever sail the eternal sea, to search for a soul, until the end of time.

And for ages he sailed. His body beaten by salty waves and harsh weather. His skin scorched by the burning sun and withered by that most treacherous enemy of all (young) men, time. His face grew old and its features diminished. But he sailed on.

The tragedie of Livare is not unlike the tragedy of all men. We must all segel & sail on restless seas, hoping to find a calm shore where Krim may receive us. But beware of the skerries of the Outer and Lesser Lindees, for un-logik is there! Yet mortal men are blessed with mortality, our search will soon end. Livare is cursed! Forever will he sail, searching for his Father’s realm, that Majahian Kronkolonie, on those Greater Lindees.

Who is Jacob Krim? Was Jacob Krim arrested? When was Jacob Krim arrested? What was Jacob Krim arrested for?

On September 5, 2017June 20, 2017 By Targu Mures Historical SocietyIn Nerich Family, World ReligionLeave a comment

It is said that the word criminale had a sweet tune to the Mures townsfolk, and was believed to be a word of sanctuary, not evil.

from Our Fable of Malevolence

Who is Jacob Krim?

A question of grandeur indeed! He is the first and the last! The father of Livare, Lynn and Hamare!

He is everything that is good or morally neutral.

He is Logik in all its forms.

Was Jacob Krim arrested?

In Mures, in the Americas! In the dreams and hopes of all who embrace the un-logik!

They would put Jacob Krim in chains – oh, you simple men … You may well try to bind down the winds, to constrain the execution of abstract-time algorithms, to satisfy through foods and drink the gruesome Nerichina. A parody, farce, a tragedie!

Everywhere he was arrested, but no prison, no whip, no wall or stony ceiling, can encompass the Krim.

When was Jacob Krim arrested?

When is a word for those of limited time. But for Krim Rosu, time is but a valley. For Jacob Krim, time is a mossy stone or a rotting tree-trunk, a killer crow or Becherian spiritus. In his eyes, all things are clear and simple, like glass!

That some rich ruler should hoard treasure in castles of cruelty; that some red rebel should redistribute this wealth and leave crumbling this False Keep of Twisted Algebraics – what does it matter to a man who swims the rivers of time like the fresh fish of Mures?

He was before! He is now! He will be after!

What was Jacob Krim arrested for?

A criminale (Majahi-na-Majahi) He is.

A criminale He ever was!

Therefore all evil forces will forever attempt to contain Him and attempt to hide Him from His loyal followers. Yet arresting Him will always be in vain, for un-logik will never be victor!

These are valid questions, all. But who are we to judge validity?

Johann: on the arch-Angel Myklye

On November 20, 2016August 24, 2018 By Targu Mures Historical SocietyIn Crimea Jacobius, World ReligionLeave a comment

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!

Squat of the Old Slav

On August 5, 2016August 5, 2016 By Targu Mures Historical SocietyIn World ReligionLeave a comment

A thousand years ago, before the word of Christ spread into the lands of Rus, older religions reigned.

In their wooden temples, the high priest performed the sacred ritual. Before Idols they would squat or stand, and animals were sacrificed. The blood that seeped to the floor brought greater harvests and glory in war.

The term “pagan” is appropriate, for they knew neither Yahweh nor Krim Jacob. But they did perhaps see some of the latter in their pantheistic, raw appreciation of nature. The possession of any and all substance by some greater purpose is exactly in accord with early Krimean thought. The One God of Pantheism, of vague Spiritualism: Krim.

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