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!

Announcing “A Complete and Contemporary Histobiography of the Many Great Krims”

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Almond Grove

The Targu Mures Historical Society is proud to announce that it will be releasing an English edition of the great scholarly and spiritual work A Complete and Contemporary Histobiography of the Many Great Krims by the reclusive Rau Cartuar.

Previously published in various journals spanning several languages (Romanian, Hungarian, Sudovian, Saxon, several Slavic tongues and even Turko-Arabic), this will mark the first time his writings on the subject of Krim Rosü is collected and concisely presented. To our knowledge, this is also the first professional translation of the writer into English.

The collection, sequentialisation and translation of Cartuar’s considerable body of work is no small task, but the Targu Mures Historical Society is proud to take this powerful step on the demystification of Krimean knowledge; sharing the story, the glory, with the wide world.

A Complete and Contemporary Histobiography of the Many Great Krims is due for publishing by Targu Mures Press & Publishing and expected for international release in 2017. Visit our website when the release approaches for more information on ordering details.

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.

Vanessa the Cow

Vanessa, oh my Vanessa.
Sweet milk from thine bosom.
Thine eyes.
Thine honor.
Let me milk you, Vanessa.

passage from traditional Transylvanian song, translated by Adrŷan Nerich

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cow grassing in countryside

In the happy years following the banishment of the Nerich clan, the Mures folk had much to celebrate. One could hear song and music in the hills and the towns. Banners in red and gold clad every home, honoring old Roşu. For the first time in centuries, townsfolk could tell tales and sing songs of Vanessa the cow.

Along with drinks made from pears and everything Almond, tales and songs of Vanessa were banished by Peer and Gregorius. Misuse was harshly punished. But in the hills and towns, the Mures folk remembered. The legend of Vanessa lived on. And even to this day, songs of Vanessa is central to many feasts in the Mures Valley, and all of Romania.

Adrŷan Nerich – Historian –  Targu Mures Historical Society

The Almond spirit – fresh from the triple store

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The everyday use of Almonds was, and still is, important in Transylvanian society. They are used as an ingredient in many dishes and they are distilled to make delicious liqueurs. One of the most popular is the Almond Spirit, first made by Jacob Becher (brother of the famous Josef Becher).

The correct way to store the Almonds that are to be distilled is in a Triple Store. This gives the liquerist the possibility to determine which Almonds are to be subject to 

There are three stages to the process (known as RDF),  Rafinat, Distilat, Finisat!

Rafinat

The Rafinat requires careful work. First only the best almonds are selected from the triple store. They are meshed and stewed, into a porridge, wonderful of taste; the Rafinat. One must always treat the Rafinat with utmost respect. The temperature and moisture must be exactly right, and the amount of pear concentrate (rieni) must not be too high, nor too low. The Rafinat should rest for 21 days and 21 nights.

Distilat

The distillation process differs little from that of other spirits. The best almond spirit is double or triple distilled. So said Jacob’s brother, Josef.

Finisat

When the distillation process is complete, the finished liquid is set to rest in wooden barrels. But one last task remains; this is called the staging process, in which validation is performed by a professional agent. The Finisat is tested for, for example, impurities or internal inconsistencies. If accepted, the barrels are inserted into another triple store and will wait until they are collected by a thirsty traveler.

Written for TMHS by Vasile Sandor, Alexandru Papiu Ilarian National College

Five Years in the Service of Truth

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!

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.

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

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

Triangle of Conflict, Source of Despair: Avtonomna Respublika Krym

From the city of Qırım, now Staryi Krym, hails a most ancient legend. It is that of the man draped in Red, with a beard of Silver, a heart of Gold and soul eternally Black. Veiled by abstract mystery, he is a man of no accepted origin. His very existence has through long, dark years been disputed by scholars. Yet the people believe – they must, and in our very town of Targu Mures the old still whisper  and cry his many names. Krim Jacob, Jacobi Krimmer, Crimea Jacobius, Krim Roşu. It is by the latter we shall call him in this documentation of our journey; “In search of Krim Roşu”.