Jean, Jean! What a lovely night, I can almost see that wild Krim on the forest trail!
Is he like the Manné Rock, ever falling, tumbling? Or is he of the deep, deep mountain? I have seen him, Jean. I saw him! You need only count to three, and with every step a statement is stated, yet Krim is never sated! He is eating the world, Jean … Gnaws on our fundament, our testament.
East and West, all-encompassing! Such compassion! Tell not my brother of my dreams. Oh, Krim, Allfather of the Allforest …
Hermione Lynn Ploppel
The second method is an effective natural causes.
See documents in the world in the age of the well. (Optional) the discovery of both.
Well recipient does not occur.
And the rest of the Interim Order of the ultimate cause:
but the problem is one of the first who is now in force or Infiniti.
Rob now take the lead. Thus, the effective cause of the ultimate cause of prioritet.
Prva two will go to create the ultimate unlimited intermediate and efficiency;
properly disclose the cause of the efficient cause of all false.
Then, thanks to the well of Krim’s first name?
Recovered from monastery tomes donated to the Targu Mures Historical Society:
Semel in Chersonesum relegatus
Propterea dic ad Khmer cælaturas
Iuvenis filius praevaricationis Jacob
Audio fidelium canunt
Natus est rex
Krim Jacob, vivet in aeternum
Quoniam die illa benedicta
Et Nerich tubis canere!
Audi quid dicat:
Illuc usque in sempiternum in tenebris,
Quia in die illa, quod damnatus
Ian Whitehouse has been so kind as to translate for the plebeian masses:
Once in the Crimea
Tell the Khmer carvings
Of the transgression of this young
son Jacob, the firstborn.
I hear the faithful sing
A king must have arrived
Krim Jacob will live forever
we are blessed this day.
And the trumpets of Nerich yell!
They tell us:
Crimea is forever in darkness
since that damned day
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.
The Viceroy has foresight and sanity. Agile, like the serpent in the tree. The scapegoats are fearful, seeking in the forest. “where is my tree?” they yell. The Viceroy has knowledge and poise. But wisdom is vital!
Jakub’s answer actually improves on this…
As written by the 16th-century scholar Tän Anghér in his last work: “Lord Krïm, Wanderer, Seeker”.
Portrait by contributor who wishes to remain anonymous. A strong impression that aids the imagination – how did he look, what did he say?
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…
Fire and sword, never come into contact;
It seems that everything must grow fierce!
from Crimean poem
Many a child and childish adult have in the latest years discovered the fantasies of George R. R. Martin, but how did he himself discover them? The answer is complex, yet simple, just as Martin’s many books.
Some of his inspirations are obvious, and are even confirmed by Martin himself. Historical events, locations and personalities, such as the War of Roses, bloody feasts at Edinburgh castle, the terror of Peer Nerich, and the Virgin Queen have clear parallels in his books. Moreover, Martin has mentioned that something as trivial as his own turtle pets had influence on his fantasies. But are there any connections to the tales of Old Roșu?
Oh, I heard the greatest shame!
Did you hear that Raven can kill a person?
from Folanés Folly, to be read in full here
Who of us who have read Folanés Folly have not been inspired and touched? It tells of the folly of man, and the folly of Krim. In Martin’s books he draw strong parallels to the inspiring poetry from Matrice Granite. Especially in the storyline of one Jon of Snow, where crows, murder and betrayal are central.
They say he walks these woods,
and in these dark winter days I must meet him
Yes, so are the words of the wise man Jakko, who dedicated his life to the pursuit of truth and blessings.
Nicolaus and Rosu and the cave-dwellers
only laugh at my despair
He would not be granted a single blessing. The truth he found, he was not prepared to face.
I leave the safe hearth fire
and throw myself into his domain
Folklore has it a single star twinkles, dull, each and every year.
I know, Krim Rosu
that you are here