A Sense of Relevance

In ancient times, much greater days, the Mures Valley was the most prosperous region in known Europa, envy of every province, target of every greedy intent. Under a benevolent sky reigned a benevolent King. The King brought glory and fame to his clans, promising eternal life for their name and kin; lasting relevance. Lasting, that is, until this relevance was taken from us.

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Take pride, Muresdol, in that King. Remember him now that he glimmers most faintly.

The bitter seeds of Almonds

My dear Herman,

I write to you in this, the darkest of times. Our lands may be on the edge of conflict and despair, but I hope that our fellow search will not be distributed. The struggle between Fascism and Democracy should not impede our quest for Non-Nerichian Truth. As we both were tested before we formed, as we both will die before the ship sinks.

Once we were young, playful, in the Mures Valley. Almonds abundant, spirits strong. In these days, one can lose hope. We must never betray our search.

I am sure you already agree. However, this has to be mentioned. We must draw wisdom from our fellow friend and seeker, Niels.

Yours truly,

Jean DeWire


Excerpt from correspondence between Jean DeWire and Herman Ploppel, 1939.

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…

A tale of capture and escape

The rains poured down, and the capture took it’s toll on our hero. His body was captured and for once his mind may have felt doubt. In the darkness he sat, but in brief moments  the sun lighted the cell in and hope was kept. One day a white summer swan flew by his prison and immense hope filled him. “I will return to the valley of almonds” he yelled, and the door was unlocked.

Being a man of forgivingness and love, he taught the northern Brits of his tale and teachings before he commenced the voyage across the shallow sea and journeyed on to his homeland in east. It is said that the “school of the circumvolution” is still active in the green valleys of Caledonia.

Peer Nerich – A Soul of Eternal Violence

During the dark years of the Nerich reign, few men were feared more than the vicious Peer “Mountain” Nerich. As the commander of the castle dungeons he became the most experienced and gruesome torturer the Mures Valley has ever seen. As the nephew of Lord Gregorius, he obeyed his uncle and master in every task. He happily did his work with great joy and fantasy. His methods ripped many soul apart, making them scream of agony, suffering in both body and mind.

His methods of torture were many, some aimed at the mind and soul and many at the flesh and gut of his subjects. But at his worst he ripped it all apart, sucking and squeezing  every trace of life out of his victim. The agony of the victims lasted for days, or maybe weeks, before the relief of death. One could tell Peer both true and false, good or evil, but his  work would not stop, and ones body and mind were mistreated until the very end.  The very fear of Peer made the Mures town folk silent and submissive.

The Mures town folk still dread Peer Nerich and his wicked ways, although he is believed dead. But his body was never found after the Krim uprising, and there is whispers that his evil soul still lurk in the darkest forests, waiting for a new opportunity to serve his master and rule the Mures Valley.

It is still said that his blood was not red, but black as the darkest moonless night.

Adrŷan Nerich – Historian –  Targu Mures Historical Society

Where I see a tall mast in the woods…

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Nerich proposed the death of my father
Firefighters and prayer against the enemy;
My spirit is pleased,
My arm is strong

I like the first of many storms
This is a charming valley, you fence me in
Exciting places to see
Spring Valley, shine in my mind

Ground and the celebratory mood
Beautiful nature of culture and 13
I saw the wagonwheel could barely walk
Now, I flew from the water.

He then congratulated his country
His sword is the vagina.
Blow! Therefore, they sing, I sing,
A coward, who has the sword.

Fire and sword, never come into contact;
It seems that everything must grow fierce!
Who really believe in birth?
When the bees are seven; permanent gene

Crimean poem translated on behalf of the Targu Mures Historical Society by Douglas Rogers

Folanés Folley

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The man went to eat Vea.
Then he sat in a grove of crow, and he speaks:

“He thought to himself:
Will think of crow kill you?”

A man who turned his horse,
so is the economy at home.

Listen to what my husband ask:
When the tree it is?

I drove it not to blood.
On crow he swore to kill him.

Oh, I heard the greatest shame!
Did you hear that Raven can kill a person?

But the crows came in into the house and cried.
And the man who crawled the hole.

A man who drew his bow to knee,
so straight a shot he fell.

It’s so interesting, it leads Folané.
But the Raven, he cursed them all.

It’s so interesting, it leads Folané.
Crows who flew into the barn floor.

The skin thus produced twelve pairs of shoes;
best couple he gave his mother.

As Salty told “as drums and barrels,
and transmission is ones Christmas”.

Intestine, has twelve twisted pairs of wires.
My hand and head to fork is stuck.

Account used in the temple vessels.
So people can fly in the sea.

Im Mu’n use; “may Maya gain
and his ears are right” will probably tutor.

In his eyes, life is like glass.
His neck and saw, “depends on whether the church with dignity”.

Children are used as the crow.
It is not a straight value!

Poem from Matrice de Granit, interpretation by mystic Jacob Becher; literal translation by Stanislav Peev.

Gregorius Nerich – Our Fable of Malevolence

There are many tales of Gregorius Nerich. Some true, most false. Rumors say that he had a close friendship with Lucifer and sold his soul to Vladimyr Tepes to gain control of the Mures valley. During his time as almighty ruler his gruesome acts did not contribute to silence those rumors. The people suffered under a inhumane laws, famine and false propositions. I am not proud to call this man a relative, however so distant.

It is said that Gregorius thrived in his almond tree gardens. His favourite activity was to linger in the shadow of an almond tree helping himself to its almonds. In many aspects of his life Gregorius was man most calm and gay. The source of his anger and evil is still unknown, but it is well known that it was real. Many believe that the great famine of 1641 was a result of Gregorius’ great love for almonds, and false propositions and conjectures throughout his reign made the people of the valley frustrated. Deceiving tautologies of Boolean algebra were the cause of despair for many scholars in the valley, and lead to countless suicides of the mind. One would call Gregorius’ acts criminal, yet people did not. It is said that the word “criminal”, or “criminale” in Romanian, had a sweet tune to the Mures townsfolk, and was hence believed to be a word of sanctuary, not evil.

It was not until the eighteen century that the Gregorian spell was abolished from all of Mures. The legend has it that this was the result from a Crimean act, a Transylvanian Circumvolution. The act falsified the beastly Nerich logic and made his electoral running time exponential. However tortoise like, Gregorius did not die and remained an important instance of the Nerich family. As legend goes he swore his return to the Mures valley and eternal anguish upon all those who disobeyed him.

Adrŷan Nerich – Historian –  Targu Mures Historical Society

In the Blood of Rumors

Who were they, that in the most dust covered books of the Petru Maior University Library, are spoken of so fearfully? Yankel Krümmel’s magnum opus, “The Granite Matrix” draws parallels between Gregorius Kyan Nerich and Luficer himself, yet Gregorius was but one member of  the Nerich Family. This name remains soaked in the blood of rumors.

1572 is the year, and in the Mures valley there exists a long yearned after, yet fragile sense of peace. How quickly such quiet prosperity can fall to ruin at the hands of a tyrant. Voted harbinger of the Valley in November that year, Gregorius Nerich, under the banner of “To specify the algorithm and responsibilities regarding the authorization and evaluation”, ravaged the countryside with legendary cruelty. Terror reigned for over 200 dark, long years.