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The Final Days of Jakko Krimälainen

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In his final days, Jakko Krimälainen lived more in the world of Visions than that of the Common Earth, spoke more of Truths Eternal than of Lies Naturelle, cared more for Eternity than for Mortality.

His diary was indeed recovered, including a sparse outline of these desperate end times, but lore whispers wider and softer tales of his Melankolia & Remorese, his Demise & Salvation. They are faint rings in Lappish lakes, echoes in dark-green treetops, dissipating foam on cold barley drinks, but they are true, and they are heard:

In the final days of Autumn
When the first snows have fallen
When the shallow lake has frozen
When the younger birds have flown
I will pass, I will pass

Despite my dear companions
Who scatter through the canopies
Who break on through the thicket
Who listen in the azure deep
I move on, I move on

I see so much and so much clearer
The knowledge and the power
The ever-untrue, true-false logiks
The cursed combinatoriks
So I splinter, so I splinter

And the Eyes of He who watches
Those of starlight & dark myst’ry
Those of silver starlight shining
Those of weariness and starlight
Are like glass, are like glass

In the final days of Autumn
When the first snows have fallen
When the shallow lake has frozen
When the younger birds have flown
I will pass, I will pass

Yes, in my Autumn’s final days
When I lock my wooden door
When I close the leaded windows
When the thatched roof-top aches
All will pass, all will pass

 

Prof. dr. ing. Yankal “Alex” of Moraria – a Portrait

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In loving memory

professor

By Horatiu “The Living Liar” Griffen

You came into this world screaming, my Yankal.

That primal yell continued to echo throughout your days. Always seeking.

Even the clouded skies are silent now, on your passing. They do not mourn, no! In reverence they welcome you into their domain.

Romania is ever young, ever old. You saw great conflicts ebb and flow around you. The greatest struggle was always within, always internal.

You are gone now (moved on, that is, beyond our senses), but your grand contribution in the Krimean tradition will sing through any age that may come.

Yes, even if our valley should fall again into illogical darkness, your firm axioms will shine through: Beacons of greater knowledge, beacons of ancient tradition. Beacons of eternal Krim!

You left this world in silence, my Yankal.

Go on, now. To Elysium, to Valhalla, to the Vale Migdale. All arms, for you, are open.

Majahi na-majahi. Majahi ha-mare, Majahi Livare!

Borisoglebskii – The Dictum Borderlands

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The tale of Jurij the Priest begins on the deep pine woods of Siberia. Born to orthodox, educated parents,  well versed in the teachings of Krim, young Jurij had a joyful childhood. Until the age of 11 he had not encountered the apocryphal logic or any problem NP-complete.

In his late teens he met a band of travelers claiming to bear the word of a religious figure by the name of Nerich Matteo. The young mind was stricken with lust for power and glory, tempted by the fragrant almonds brought by the pilgrims. A chasm formed in his mind, driving him ever closer to insanity or eternal sanctuary from the harsh realities of the occult, therein combinatorics practiced by his bloodline.

On his deathbed, Jurij’s eyes lit up, and a wind blew the door of his cottage open. The priest who was at the site to give Jurij his last blessings, yelled out that the spirits of madness had broken free, that Nerich had claimed yet another sacred soul. Indeed, it is said that the ghost of Jurij still haunts  the river of Borisoglebskii, ever trapped in those Dictum Borderlands.

From the annals of the Nikel Institue of Folklore. Translated to English by Ian Whitehouse on behalf of the Targu Mures Historical Society

The Philistine Puzzle

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Sad day to resolve the birds are singing Kurimuyakobu Horaizonshumeru occult mathematics. 

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Sumerian sorrow.

From the diary of Jakko Krimälainen

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Spanned by the Granite Matrix

14th of March, 1828.

Discord breathes forth from the walls of my dwelling. I cannot sleep. It resonates with the pulse of my past wrongdoings. It tears my flesh and flays the spirit.

17th of March, 1828.

For a week now I have been denied proper rest, no sanctuary offered. I have torn to pieces that tome which I once revered and whose spell seems to have entered my very bloodstream. Who are you, Yanchal Krimeli? Show yourself, for I can take no more!

21th of March, 1828.

Last night I had a vision. The phantasm as I clearly recall; a stranger of angelic stature pulled me from these haggard mountains and lulled me to sleep in a most balm garden, rich with almond trees and soulful quiet. I am at peace. Never again shall I practice occult combinatorics.

The remaining pages are blank.

Jacob Krim – Migrations in the Americas. Part II.

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Krim and his followers had to flee Jocotepec, expelled by the cohort of the depraved  Conquistador Pascal Chr. Nerich. These where harsh times for the Krimean collection and many where tempted to fall off to join the tempting but loathsome Nerich logic and thus betray their true comrades. But few actually did, it is said that the leadership of  Jacob gave the people unlimited bliss. His theorems and conjectures in the fields of combinatorics and graph theory with applications in the topology of discretely shaped objects increased the faith in his teachings and grew stronger even as the times got more burdensome. But the winds of fortune changed and Krim led his people to a sanctuary. The followers of Krim still refer to this duration as “the traversal from despair through insight to delight”.

Not much is known of where Krim wandered and found sanctuary in these wicked years, some imply he for some time kept house in the Peruvian Andes, while others claim he resided in the Sonoran Desert. Both may be true, but the traces of Krim in the Americas after the displacement from Jocotepec are few and scattered.  The old tomes of the Krimean following suggest that Krim returned to his native Eurasia to continue his work on the granite matrices and later return to the new world.

Ian Whitehouse  –  Pennsylvania-Transylvania Friendship Organization