PRINCE NICHOLAS DE VERE
(1957 - 2013)
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The Greatest Fraud
(The Donation of Constantine)
The Donation of Constantine first appeared during the 8th century and was a document which purported to recognise the Roman popes as Christ's representatives on Earth and to donate to Pope Sylvester and the Roman Church all those Imperial powers formerly invested in the Throne of Byzantium.
The 'Donation', the Church claimed, was written in the 4th century at the insistence of the emperor Constantine. The Church said that he was so grateful for having been cured of leprosy by Pope Sylvester, that he gave into the Church's hand the entire power and wealth of the unified Roman Empire, including the right to crown and dethrone kings. Now that is what you call expensive medical insurance.
Supposedly written before 337 AD - the year of Constantine's death - the Donation of Constantine actually didn't make an appearance on the stage of European history until four hundred years later. So far-reaching are the powers bestowed upon the Church by this document, one would have thought that it would have been made public at the time of its bestowal. Not centuries later.
The provisions of the Donation were enforced in 751 AD following which the Merovingians were deposed by the Church and replaced by their sycophants, the Mayors of the Palace who later became known as the Carolingians. The Church had made a pact with the Mayors and offered to 'recognise' their legitimacy as rulers if they would dispense with the true Dragon Kings. The deal was done and the Carolingians were made the puppet rulers under the Roman Church.
The Donation, because it was made by a Dragon King, Constantine, legitimised the Church's right to take this action. To all intents and purposes they had the authority of Dragon Kingship given up to them by this Charter. No doubt the Merovingians knew this to be a fraud, which is why they refused to recognise the authority of the Church to meddle in affairs of state.
What do we learn from this?
We can see from the Church's choice of 'benefactor' that the Church was well aware that universally, only those of the Dragon Blood would be recognised as true kings. Therefore they chose Constantine as he was known to have been descended from both the Britannic PenDragon House and the Dragon House of David. Furthermore he was a member of the Desposyni - the heirs of the Lord - the blood descendants and legitimate representatives of Jesus Christ. In the Donation, it appeared as if Constantine had relinquished his hereditary spiritual position as a Messiah and invested it in the Papacy.
By suggesting they were the representatives of Christ, the popes were claiming Dragon descent for themselves. It was well known that Jesus had descendants and that they were part of the only Eurasian dynasty which was authorised to be kings - the Elven Overlords or Dragons. It would have appeared to the public then, that in the displacement of the Merovingians, one Dragon dynasty was being replaced by another, albeit a paper one. This reduced any danger of mass unrest. As time passed however, it became uncomfortably clear that the function of kingship under the Merovingians had been entirely different to that under the Carolingians. Whilst the Merovingians had formerly assumed the role of overseers, sages and wise counsellors, the Carolingians and their successors, prompted by the Church, became deliberately poorly educated, ignorant, insensitive tyrants and territorial tradesmen.
Dragon Kingship and the Grail Code had died to be replaced by a corrupted form of feudal totalitarianism and brutal, economic slavery as the Church carefully and strategically replaced the old dynasties with its own merchant-class client families who, from that day on, became vassals of the Vatican.
Lastly we learn that from 751 AD the true Dark Age began in earnest. The Elven Holocaust was initiated and would run its course for another thousand years until, in England at least, the witchcraft laws were repealed in 1736. North of the border in Scotland, however, the persecution of witches in the 1700's was at its fiercest until the end of the century.
During this time, history has witnessed the rise of the Church of Rome and its successful struggle for power. In time, no dynasty ruled in Europe or remained in power unless the Church sanctioned their reign. The Church chose the royal families, it crowned kings and it deposed its detractors. In short, the Church, under the auspices of the Donation of Constantine was the sole and supreme temporal power in Europe and the known world. Without this purported imperial benefice however, the Church would have remained a marginalised Mediterranean cult contesting for patronage along with a host of other gnostic Christian denominations.
The royal dynasties, sponsored by the Church and crowned by its Divine Right, instituted their courts and parliaments, passed laws and employed agents to act on their behalf. To all intents and purposes it seemed as if the Church had the absolute right of Dragons and wielded power by the very sanction of Jesus Christ and God.
No monarch reigning today and no government under the monarch or instituted in their name would enjoy their position if the Church, empowered by the Donation, had not given them permission to rule in the first place. Without the Donation of Constantine, European history today would be totally different and none of the dynasties past or present would have had the right to have reigned. Nor would they reign now and none of their governments or agencies would have exercised power.
One slight problem, though.
The Donation of Constantine is a complete and utter fraud and the Church was never given any temporal powers at all, let alone the right to found dynasties, crown kings or institute governments. The whole document was a lie from beginning to end and has been known to be a fake since Lorenzo Valla applied the methods of historical criticism to it during the Renaissance.
How do we know Valla was correct?
The New Testament references incorporated into the wording of the Donation were taken from the Latin Vulgate version of the Bible. The Vulgate Bible was compiled by St. Jerome who was born more than two decades after Constantine was supposed to have signed the Donation. The actual Vulgate Bible wording that appears in the Donation didn't exist until St Jerome invented it, fifty years after the document had supposedly been dated and signed by the Emperor. By this time Constantine had been dead for decades and couldn't have signed the Dragons’ rights away anyway.
The language of the Donation is eighth century clerical or dog Latin, whilst the Latin used in the 4th century Empire was late classical Roman. The Imperial and Papal ceremonials described in the Donation didn't exist in Constantine's time but were developed some centuries later.
Several documentary instances of the Church's use of the Donation to assert their authority in the medieval period still exist, including the letter of Pope Gregory IX entitled 'Si Memoriam Beneficiorum' dated October 23rd 1236 and addressed to the Emperor Frederick II. Pope Gregory writes ".......that as the Vicar of the Prince of Apostles (the Roman Pope) governed the empire of priesthood and of souls in the whole world, so he should also reign over things and bodies throughout the whole world; and considering that, he should rule over earthly matters by the reins of justice to whom - as it is known - God had committed on earth the charge over spiritual things. The Emperor Constantine humbled himself by his own vow and handed over the empire to the perpetual care of the Roman Pontiff with the Imperial Insignia and sceptres and the City and Duchy of Rome........".
People in the medieval and Renaissance period, confronted with this document, did not generally criticise the Donation on the grounds of its veracity. They just exclaimed aghast that they could not believe that Constantine would have been stupid enough to have given the Roman Church everything.
From the Donation we understand that Constantine offered the Pope all the robes and Crowns of office but the Pope, being such a humble man, gave them back to the Emperor. This lets the Church off the hook should some malcontent turn up and ask for sartorial evidence. If the readers read the Donation for themselves they will be appalled at the pretentious egotism, the arrogance and the sheer material greed of the Church, as authors of the document.
The fraudulent imperial power of the Vatican to create kings by 'coronation' - derived from this faked 8th century 'Donation of Constantine' - was later adopted by the Archbishops of the Church of England. This was an illegal act.
Because the Donation was a fraud and no subsequent priest of any Catholic derived denomination ever had the right to crown kings, Britain has had no legally reigning monarch for 900 years. As a consequence of this, all the laws passed by these monarchs were and are illegal and worthless and all the governmental agencies set up by or derived from these monarchs or their laws are also illegal and worthless up to the present day.
When considering this, the reader might like to consider the fact that all the arrests ever made by the police in Britain and Europe are acts of kidnap and habeus corpus. Equally, any man who has taken up arms for the Crown and killed for his country is unprotected by law and guilty therefore of murder.
However, paradoxically, as the entire British legal system is illegal, there are no laws, and so the crimes of habeus corpus and murder as we define them today, simply do not exist. Subconsciously people know that their politicians and monarchs have no legitimate authority to rule over them. They manifest this knowledge in an increasing disrespect for these optional, arbitrary and illusiory social conventions, which is yet another reason why social order is breaking down.
If the UN is right, we may face chaos in the near future; and all because of a stupid fraud, perpetrated by a group of myopically greedy, maniacal peddlers of false religion who are now long dead.
Again, for asserting this kind of view the Fairies are implicitly guilty of Treason, even though all British laws are constitutionally illegal and the act of treason itself is a non sequitur. Think of the implications of this.
It applies to any nation state in the Christian world today which is still a monarchy or which has evolved as part of a successive, developing political process originating from a monarchy, by virtue of its continuing sanction from, or sponsorship by, the Church of whatever denomination. It is unauthorised by any temporal or divine power to coerce anyone to obey any law originating at any stage of that government's evolution.
In effect, Britain, Europe and America are ruled by the sword, and that sword is being wielded by people who are no more than short sighted, self seeking robber barons. They have no constitutional right to rule even in America, where in the 19th century, the libertarian commentator, Lysander Spooner, demonstrated that the consensual nature of the original document, upon which the subsequent, consecutive clauses are founded, was being flouted, thereby making the entire Constitution illegal. Pierre Proud'hon called them all "Tyrants and Usurpers". Next time you are tempted to eulogise Western Democracy, bite your tongue and let your brain select first gear before you open your mouth. Flawed or otherwise, the idea that the English speaking world has any democracy at all is a joke.
At the beginning of this work the author stated that the people have been conned enough. He now hopes that the readers might appreciate for themselves the precise extent to which the people have actually been deceived. They have accepted a state of affairs where they and their ancestors have been enslaved by a chameleon-like corporate body that has destroyed their creativity and robbed them of their psychological liberty and their freedom of conscience for over a thousand years.
The entire moral basis of our society is founded upon a massive historical lie which has twisted the minds of generations of individuals until they have become terrified of the natural drives of their own bodies and souls.
The resultant taboos that have been created have been used to divide the minds of the people and make them dependant on the Church-State for solutions to the problems of resisting Satan and fighting temptation and sin, when these contrived, nonsensical whimsies never existed in the first place.
As a result, western Christian society was turned into an open air lunatic asylum packed full of lost souls who weren't lost at all and had no need of a cure for diseases of the soul they weren't actually suffering from in the first place.
The Church created the confusion and the division and then offered the solution. In fear the population invested its trust in the perfidious Church and in return for their confidence the Church turned the people into slaves and an entire civilisation into a manufacturing plant to service their own greed for luxury and power.
For a thousand years the Fairies have remained silent about their identities - formerly for fear of their lives - latterly for fear of becoming social outcasts and objects of mirth and derision. Still however, a shadow of menace lies over the ancient families. Greed will go to any length to ensure the continuity of its satisfaction and the same motives that prompted the Church to murder and lie in the past, still prompt their merchant-class puppets to kill and deceive today.
Nicholas de Vere 2003
Profiles in Royalty: Vlad Dracula
By Nicholas de Vere
Oct 24, 2004
Vlad Dracula was born in 1431 in Transylvania, in the German town of Schassburg (Sighisoara in Romanian). Schassburg is located about sixty-five miles south of Bistrita. Its castle lies on a hillside location dominating the valley of the Tirnava River. It is enveloped by thick walls of stone and brick three thousand feet long, with fourteen towers named after the guilds whose purses financed the building works -butchers, goldsmiths, blacksmiths, barbers, tailors, jewelers, furriers, rope makers. With narrow, cobbled streets and numerous stairways linking the clock tower to the upper towers on the hill the fortress burgh catered to the needs of the German merchant community that traded with other German cities. The town was a warehouse for goods moving between Germany and Constantinople; it also served the trade routes to the Poles, the Baltic Sea, and the German cities linked to the Hanseatic Union. Dracula and his brother Radu were born in a fairly nondescript three story townhouse, the likes of which one might resist paying any more than ,000 these days, even if it were situated, say, in the Dordogne.
The building is identified by a small plaque mentioning the fact that their father, Dracul, lived there from 1431 to 1435. The yellowed building served also as quarters for the small garrison assigned to Vlad Dracul. Recent restoration on the second floor revealed a painted mural depicting three men and a woman seated at a table. Of the quartet, only the central figure has survived fully intact. The figure is a fat guy with a double chin, a long, waxed moustache, arched eyebrows, and a finely chiseled nose. This may be the only surviving portrait of Dracula's father, Vlad Dracul. Dracula's mother, Princess Cneajna, was of the Musatin dynasty of neighboring Moldavia and she raised young Dracula with the assistance of her ladies-in-waiting within the household. Dracul’s mistress, Caltuna, bore a second son also called Vlad. So if you just shouted Vlad out of the window at dinner time, you could guarantee that most of the family would turn up. Caltuna eventually entered a monastery and took the name Eupraxia. Her son later followed in his mother's footsteps pursuing a religious vocation for which posterity remembers him as Vlad the Monk. Dracula grew up in a Germanic atmosphere; his father held sway over the local German townships and defended Transylvania against the threat of Turkish attacks.
Vlad Dracul was a minion of Sigismund of Luxembourg, and was educated at the Emperor's court in Nuremberg. Dracul hit the political jackpot in 1431, when two singular events took place at Court: the first was his investiture into Societas Draconis, along with King Ladislas of Poland and Prince Lazarevic of Serbia, the second was his investiture as Prince of Wallachia. This second investiture, presided over by the Emperor Sigismund himself, found Dracul bound over to the thankless and dubious enterprise of attempting to seize the insecure Wallachian throne (which included duchies of Amias and Fagaras in Transylvania). At the time this particular gilded edifice was being warmed by the backside of Prince Alexandra Aldea, who was Dracul's half brother. Thus begun the lengthy and predictable feud amongst the Basarabs, which itself was highlighted by numerous crimes, raised up and coloured for posterity by the needlepoint of fascinated horror.
Needless to say our hero eventually beat nine barrel loads of crap out of his brother and gained the throne, thus securing a suzerainty near the territory of his supporters. Transylvania had always been linked to both the Moldavian and the Wallachian principalities, so the duchies of Amias and Fagaras were handy bits of real estate. Since the Roman evacuation of Dacia in A.D. 271 Transylvania had been an ideal rocky hideout for the remaining population, and so they seemed to have survived the later ensuing hordes, golden, motley or otherwise. When all seemed quiet, from about 1200 onwards, the Romanians crept back down the mountains and started once more to occupy the plains, but since that time Transylvania has always been seen as the redoubt of last resort, remaining of the utmost strategic importance.
For Wallachia, nothing was more true and in difficult times it always turned towards Transylvania for its security. Indeed it maintained its early capital there in the city of Cimpulung, which lies on the border of the Alps. Dracula's capital, Tirgoviste, likewise also lies sheltered in the Transylvanian foothills and provided a rapid bolt hole should the going get too tough.
Dracula's brother, Radu the handsome, was supposedly a shirt-lifter in the service of Mehmed, heir to the Ottoman throne and, as Mehmed’s boyfriend, so the salacious rumours went, he needed to be near him. Because of this, but probably because the Sultan would have had his nuts in a vice in five minutes flat otherwise, Radu’s later reign marked the decline of Wallachia into servitude to the Turks. At this point in the story we are faced with numerous and might I say boring episodes peppered throughout with treaties agreed and treaties broken between the Sultan and the Wallachian Prince. Dracul and his kids were sucking up and decapitating Jennesariats, then ending up in the Sultan's palace in chains. Suffice to say, they were troubled times in which any sane person would have needed a course of anti-psychotic drugs to stave off the paranoia and remain sane. A 180-degree rotating neck would also have been advantageous, or eyes in the back of your head.
Anyway, eventually everyone agreed that Turkish Delight was worth doing wholesale in Wallachia and so Prince Dracul signed on the dotted line. The Sultan, to ensure good faith, took Dracula and Radu as hostages and Dad went back home with the cases of said sweetmeats, etc. At this point we learn how Dracula got a taste for impaling whilst in Gallipoli, and I'm sure everyone is familiar with this bit of the story as well. It's been done often enough. Radu ended up smiling at Mehmed a lot and Dracula ended up in the arse end of Asia Minor at a place called Egrigoz. Never heard of it. Dracula stayed as the Sultan's personal house guest for six years, from 1442, when the Sultan had first conned old man Dracul into a punch up across the Danube. Whilst the weak minded Radu was being trained nicely as an Ottoman puppet whose reign would send Wallachia into aforesaid decline, Dracula thought otherwise and resisted the indoctrination of Ottoman sophistry. Doubtlessly seeing the petty intrigues all about him, he held human nature in very low esteem, an attitude, some say, that was to shape his thinking in years to come. And quite bloody right too. The chap was a damn good judge of character.
Dracula became adept at the Turkish language and observed matters political with a keen eye. During the years of his captivity he tasted the delights of the harem and developed a tendency towards cruelty that, it is often recounted, even frightened his own guards. He also became very suspicious and honed for himself a nature bent on avenging any offence.
In 1447 a person named called John Hunyadi ordered that Dracula’s father be put to death because of his association with the Turks. Furthermore Hunyadi had Dracul's eldest son Mircea tortured and buried alive. Dracul had simply tried to save his sons and to this end refused to take up arms against the Sultan once he had been freed, resuming his position as prince of Wallachia. However, during that period we will remember that he had also sworn an oath of allegiance to Sigismund, which he hesitantly resumed. One could say that he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, not least by having to participate, in 1443’s Hunyadic Balkan crusades against the Ottomans. These campaigns resulted in the immolation of the Serbian prince Brankovic’s sons and Dracul assumed that the same fate awaited his own two kids. Remarkably it didn't and the young Dracula survived to develop a hatred for the Hunyadi dynasty that helped to shape politics in the region for years to come.
Dracula was bound to Transylvania, but his associations with Wallachia are a major part of the story because Dracula's ancestors came from Wallachia. It was here that he ruled three separate times, in 1448; from 1456 to 1462; and in 1476 for eight weeks. It was here also that Dracula's capital was situated and it was thus the center of his political power. Many of his horrors were staged there, and Wallachia was the official headquarters of the Orthodox Church. Dracula built his monasteries in this province, and fought many campaigns against the Turks both on its southern frontier along the Danube and within the borders of Wallachia.
On the northern frontier, facing Transylvania, Dracula erected his legendary castle. On a tributary of the Danube, the Dimbovita, he built another fortress covering 800 square meters. Dracula was killed in 1476 close to Bucharest and was buried at the island monastery of Snagov, twenty miles north of the city. From Wallachia come sources concerning Dracula which confirm the narratives written in German, Russian, and Hungarian. In Wallachia, Dracula is commemorated in popular ballads and peasant folktales, particularly in mountain villages surrounding Castle Dracula itself, the region where he is best remembered.
The peasant view of Dracula's heroic deeds was probably a whitewash or a necessary flattery, lest he come back from the dead and exact revenge on the impolite! Having said that, Dracula was a brave warrior. This counted with the peasants, and helped offset Dracula's wholesale massacre of the boyars who were, in any case, a self-regarding waste of space who were sapping the life blood of the region. It may also have helped them to forgive Dracula’s attempts to snuff the crippled and the down and out, who could not usefully serve the state, especially in times of conflict, which seem to have been every third Thursday in any month that had a "R" in it. In villages near Dracula’s castle, there are folk who claim to be descendants of the soldiery who fought with Dracula against the Turks, who defended him at his crucial hour, helped him to safety across the mountains of Transylvania, and were rewarded by him.
The elderly peasants who still recount the old Dracula tales are slowly all falling off the perch, and when the present generation is gone, the saws may well die too. Wallachia in general is Dracula country, from the mountains to the Danube, from the plain to the Black Sea. The main sites associated with this crazed loon are his capital of Tirgoviste, the fortress of Bucharest, the church cathedral at Curtea de Arges, his old castle which lies a few miles up the road, and last but not least his quasi-mystical burial place in the island abbey at Snagov.
Many other places have been said to have some link with Dracula. Among them are: Comana, which was thrown up near the Danube following a complete pasting Dracula gave the Turks; a small grotto at Cetateni by the river Dimbovita, where Dracula was holed up after his escape from the Turks in 1462; and the abbey of Tismana, where Dracula was an often a regular visitor and patron. Dracula also gave land and kick-backs to other religious foundations such as Cozia, Govora, Rusicon and Filoteu on Mt. Athos in Greece, which we may view as a kind of salvational belt and braces insurance policy, just in case there was a God.
It is said that if you are going to do the Dracula tour you should check out Braila, the biggest mercantile centre in the country. Apparently the Turks brazed it in 1462; following this there is the fortress of Giurgiu, built by Vlad's gramps on the Danube, the scene of Dracula's least unsuccessful campaign; Chilia, which is a bit further upstream on the river, a strategic fortress that Dracula held precious enough not to yield even to his cousin Stephen of Moldavia; the castle of Floci, a bit beyond that; and last of all Enisala on the Black Sea, an older fortress also knocked up by Dracula's grandpa, the remains of which are still extant.
Dracula’s famous castle on the Arges considered, he also built fortifications such as Gherghita in the Carpathians. Dracula's religious foundations are still being discovered. There are three villages scattered throughout the country which bear the name Vlad Tepes. Life is still cheap there. Today you can buy someone's daughter for a packet of Marlboro, things are so bad.
In Dracula’s day the capital, Tirgoviste was more impressive than it is today, spreading beyond its walls. Tirgoviste was not only the seat of power, but the hub of the nation's social and cultural life. Immanent to the ostentatious palace were the Byzantine-style houses of the boyars and their more diminutive chapels. Enjoying the snug safety of the walled courtyard, the upper class attempted to ape the etiquette of the imperial court at Constantinople. Beyond these dwellings, and interspaced with courtyards bearing floral, pargitter-like decorations, which are an abiding characteristic of modern Romanian cities, there stood the less swanky houses of the merchants, artisans, and other dependents of the princely and boyar courts. Tirgoviste, like Bucharest later on, was a city of churches, remains of which survive to this day, reflecting the religious enthusiasm (the desire not to get roasted in Hell) and piety of an earlier age. The inner sanctuary, containing most of the aristocratic homes, was surrounded by the defensive walls characteristic of the feudal age, though these were built on a far less impressive scale than the walls of the German-inspired fortresses in Transylvania. Shortly after ascending the throne in the spring of 1456, so we are told, Dracula ordered several hundred of the great boyars to gather in the hall of the Tirgoviste palace, along with the five bishops, the abbots of the more important foreign and native monasteries, and the archbishop. As Dracula surveyed the rubbish collected before him, he knew that among the guests were his father's and brother’s assassins.
He then gave all assembled a speech that, for a Wallachian prince who was more often than not the hapless puppet of his wheedling aristocracy, was probably the least thing they were either accustomed to or wishing to hear. "How many reigns," enquired Dracula, "have my loyal subjects, personally experienced in your lifetime?" There were chuckles and grimaces, then a moment of silence. "Seven, my Lord," was the reply of one man. "I," said another, "have survived thirty reigns." "Since your grandfather, my liege," retorted a third, "there have been no less than twenty princes. I have survived them all." Of the younger men several admitted having witnessed at least seven. With a jaunty turn of phrase, each boyar stood his ground and tested Dracula's mettle. They were obviously taking the piss. Dracula, with his eyes flashing in a way that was to become characteristic, gave an order. Within minutes, his faithful attendants surrounded the hall. 500 boyars, along with their wives and rug rats, were impaled that day, and others who hadn’t attended the meeting certainly got the message: "Don’t mess with me."
All that one can now see of Dracula’s Tirgoviste are the remains of the princely palace, which was destroyed and rebuilt many times. Dracula’s grandfather, the redoubtable Mircea the Old, laid the first foundation stone at the beginning of the fifteenth century. Nearby is the reconstructed sixteenth-century Chindeia watchtower built by Dracula himself to watch the atrocities. From the principal portico the tourist can still survey the whole city, if he has the heart to climb a steep and narrow winding staircase. Looking down on the courtyard below, one can clearly discern the remains of the palace’s foundation which indicate a structure of modest size. The cellar was probably used for the princely supply of wine. Here, too, would have been the prison or torture chamber where the unfortunate Gypsy slave or boyar opponent lucky enough to escape impalement was given the traditional bastinado.
The notorious throne hall was evidently located on the ground floor. This was where Dracula, Dracul, and Mircea the Old were invested as princes of the land following a religious ceremony. Here Dracula also entertained the boyars, received audiences and petitions, and held official councils of state with the divan, an upper chamber which included every member of the higher aristocracy - bishops abbots, and the metropolitan, or head of the Romanian Orthodox Church.
In this throne hall occurred a famous scene described in almost all the Dracula narrations: envoys of the Sultan had come to officially greet the prince and refused to take off their turbans when they bowed to him. Dracula asked them: "Why do you do this toward a great ruler?" They answered, "This is the custom of our country, my Lord." Dracula then answered, "I too wish to strengthen your law so that you may be firm," and he ordered that their turbans be nailed to their heads with small iron nails. Then he allowed them to go, telling them: "Go and tell your master that while he is accustomed to endure such shame, we are not. Let him not impose his customs on other rulers who do not wish them, but let him keep them in his land." The point of this act of vengeance was not intended to teach the Turks a lesson in international good manners, for as a hostage of the Turks, Dracula was fully aware of their custom of wearing a turban on all occasions. Rather, given the poor relationship which existed between the two courts from 1461 onward, incidents such as these were deliberately aimed at provoking the Turks to war.
Many such cruel scenes occurred in the throne room of Dracula's palace at Tirgoviste. Some of the luckier victims escaped the pale by slavish adulation, confessions, and self-incrimination. Dracula took particular delight in ensnaring the unwary in a compromising statement. The following incident is typical: in September 1458, Dracula was entertaining a Polish nobleman, Benedict de Boithor, who had come as the ambassador of an alleged ally, King Matthias Corvinus of Hungary. The usual trivial conversation was pursued in the dining hall of the palace at Tirgoviste. At the end of the repast, a golden spear was brought in by some servants and set up directly in front of the envoy, who watched the operation cautiously, having heard of Dracula s reputation. "Tell me," said Dracula, addressing the Pole with some amusement, "why do you think that I have had this spear set up in the room." "My lord," he answered with verve, "it would seem that some great boyar of the land has offended you and you wish to honor him in some way." "Fairly spoken," said Dracula. "You are the representative of a great king. I have had this lance set up especially in your honor." Maintaining his savoir faire, the Pole replied: "My Lord, should I have been responsible for something worthy of death, do as you please, for you are the best judge and in that case you would not be responsible for my death, but I alone." Dracula burst into laughter. The answer had been both witty and flattering. "Had you not answered me in this fashion," said Dracula, "I would truly have impaled you on the spot." He then honored the man and showered him with gifts.
Of Dracula's married life in this period, far too little is known. His first wife or mistress (it mattered little since all male descendants were considered legitimate claimants to the throne) was a Transylvanian commoner with whom he had fallen in love following his escape from the Turks in 1448. From the native Romanian Dracula tales, it would appear that their marriage was not a happy one, for the prince was often seen wandering alone at night on the outskirts of the city, usually in disguise, seeking the company of the beautiful but humble women who in time became his mistresses. Such relationships indicated both Dracula’s distrust of the boyars and his plebeian instincts.
But as one might expect, loving Dracula could be a dangerous thing, and so it turned out for one particular young woman. Romanian peasant tales state that the luckless mistress was assassinated by her suitor for infidelity, though she met a far more cruel death than Anne Boleyn. She was impaled and had her sexual organs cut out.
Like a good medieval pietist, Dracula was most concerned with the survival of the soul in the afterlife. He had particular qualms concerning those victims for whose death he was personally responsible, and presumably he gave his mistress a Christian burial, a reflection of the morbid religiosity inspired by the enormity of his crimes.
He took the precaution of surrounding himself with priests, abbots, bishops, and confessors, whether Roman Catholic or Orthodox. He often spent long moments of meditation within the saintly confines of monasteries, such as Tismana in western Wallachia, where he was known as a generous donor. All the Draculas seemed intent upon belonging to a church, receiving the sacraments, being buried as Christians, and being identified with a religion. Even the famous apostate Mihnea in due course became a devout Moslem.
Like the average penitent of pre-Lutheran times, these men felt that good works, particularly the erection of monasteries, along with rich endowments and an appropriate ritual at the moment of death, would contribute to the eradication of sin. Mircea, Dracul, Dracula, Radu, Vlad the Monk, and Mihnea were collectively responsible for no less than fifty monastic foundations or endowments. (Dracula alone was responsible for five.)
Even the degenerate Radu erected a monastery, Tanganul, and was probably buried there. Monastic interest was, of course, a perfect pretext for interfering in and controlling the affairs of both Catholic and Orthodox churches in Wallachia.
Dracula had a close relationship with the Franciscan monks in Tirgoviste and with the Cistercian monastery at Carta, and he frequently received monks from both orders at the palace. But the religious of various orders-Dominicans, Benedictines, Franciscans, and Capuchins - sought refuge in German lands after they had incurred Dracula's wrath by refusing to toe the line.
Dracula’s crimes - the refinements of his cruelty - deserve a chapter unto themselves. Impalement, hardly a new method of torture, was his favourite means of imposing death. A strong horse was usually harnessed to each leg of the victim, while the stake was carefully introduced so as not to kill instantly. Sometimes Dracula issued special instructions to his torturers to have the pales rounded-off, lest gaping wounds kill his victims on the spot. Such quick death would have interfered with the pleasure he received from watching their agonies over time. This torture was often a matter of several hours, sometimes a matter of several days. There were various forms of impalement depending upon age, rank, or sex.
There were also various geometric patterns in which the impaled were displayed, which demonstrates that Dracula was conversant with Feng Shui long before fat, new age career lesbians were. Usually the victims were arranged in concentric circles on the outskirts of cities where they could be viewed by all. There were high spears and low spears, according to rank. Victims were impaled and left either feet up or head up, or they might be impaled through the heart or navel. Victims were subjected to nails driven into their heads, maiming of limbs, blinding, strangulation, burning, the hacking off of noses and ears, the hacking out of sexual organs in the case of women, scalping and skinning, exposure to the elements or to wild animals, and boiling alive.
Dracula’s morbid inventiveness may well have inspired the Marquis de Sade, who was no doubt familiar with his crimes. In regard to the cruel techniques practiced in our so-called enlightened twentieth century, Dracula set another shining precedent. Prior to punishment he generally demanded confessions, the nature of which could result in his victims escaping some violence or even death. And often he scaled the severity of the punishment to the instinctively self-preservative wit of his potential victim. As with the Polish nobleman, there were instances when the doomed were able to save their lives with a happy or flattering phrase.
In summary we might conclude by saying that today Dracula is a national hero who got his priorities right and knew that, as far as long pigs are concerned, the only way to govern was through terror. But in this he was not really very different from any other ruler of his time. Catharine de Medici, amongst several others, favoured impaling as the de riguer punishment, and hundreds lost their lives in this fashion during the St. Bartholomew's day massacre. Dracula's mistake was to target the Saxon merchants, who sent copious amounts of wailing sob stories back home. This gave rise to another industry, that being the penny dreadful woodcut, in which Vlad was blamed for everything, including, perhaps the Biblical Flood. So our view of Dracula is overstated. Yes he was a complete bastard, but then so was everyone else. He was just better at it than most, being by far the best social tactician the world has ever seen. God bless ‘im.
Prince Nicholas de Vere's now infamous Monumental Rant -
... from his original website at *dragoncourt.org ... (*no longer online)
It is intended that the Dragon Court will continue to publish individual aspects of its history, along with references to the classical folklore and mythic customs of Europe and Asia which are directly linked to the Dragon tradition.
We trust that visitors to this site will find the given details sufficient to cement the facts pertaining to the Court, facts which positively disassociate this Court from other presumtuous Orders such as the recently formed Roman Catholic, Hungarian Social Club also calling itself "Sarkany Rend".
Trading off the back of the public ignorance of the Sovereign Law into which remit these people place themselves and with great emphasis for the assumed validity of such an action; they publicise the fact that their "association" was registered in a High Court in Budapest, as if this vouchsafed its authenticity, or as if such registration had some form of nobiliary significance or import, but that Social Club - for that is all it is and that is all it is registered as with the judiciary - is not recognised under Hungarian Constitutional Law as a Chivalric Order or Court, because Hungarian Republican Law is constitutionally incapable of recognising the validity of so-called Royal or Noble Courts or Orders re-established within its borders. Having already been offered this dubious honour - that of being "registered" in the same High Court years ago - the Dragon Court ignored it because Sarkany Rend, as it is ill-named, is not a Hungarian National Order. It isn't even an "Order", so the idea of anyone being ‘knighted’ into it is ridiculous. We nevertheless received a letter in the mid 1990's from the Secretary of the Prime Minister of Hungary recognising this, the Angevin Dragon Court, as Sarkany Rend and desiring that he be included amongst our number as the Charge d'Affaires of the Dragon Court in Hungary.
In addition to assuming the name Sarkany Rend this Hungarian body, or its new associates or both, have apparently also misappropriated the Name and style of The Imperial and Royal Dragon Court and Order of the Dragon Sovereignty, along with numerous devices and designs which originated from, and are the copyright of this, the original Imperial and Royal Dragon Court. Purely as a legal consideration the copyright was registered in the British Law courts years ago. This dubious piece of egotistical, nationalistic Hungarian fol-de-rol was founded by some Roman-Catholic monseigneur and it has no more Royal, Nobiliary or Chivalric status than a British, Northern Working Mens Club. Along with all the other silly so-called Royal, Noble or Chivalric Courts or Orders established or patronised throughout history by the Roman Church or its offshoots, pathetic social clubs for pathetic social climbers, both it and they all continue to be illegal by virtue of the fraudulent and consequently spurious Royal and Noble powers assumed by the Roman Church under the auspices of the equally fraudulent and spurious Donation Of Constantine. However, as defined within the main body of the following text, the Imperial and Royal Dragon Court represented herein, which actually is legitimately recognised as the Sovereign Court of The Sovereign Dragon Nation by the relevent and appropriate Government of a European Member State, is a closed fraternity of individuals, representing those who trace their ancestry and affiliations back to the ancient Grail and Dragon families. It is not in any way a joining club or membership subscription society. Neither is it a commercial, religious, political or charitable institution.
A Closed Fraternity
When the Imperial and Royal Dragon Court was reconstituted by King Sigismund in 1408 as the Societas Draconis, it was based upon an ancient bloodline tradition which Sigismund assumed that he had inherited from his presumed Egyptian and Scythian ancestors through the Pictish, Dragon Princess Maelasanu of Northumbria and the Ancient and Original Angevin Royal House of Vere of Anjou, the Imperial Dukes of Angiers. This line had descended through the Tuatha de Danann (The Dragon Kings of Anu) on the one hand, and from the Egyptian Dragon dynasty of Sobek on the other with the latter strain including some backwater bloodline called the Davidic House of Judah who married into the descent of the Merovingian Kings of the Franks. Quick detour: Anyone with a brain, on reading any of the numerous offerings which mushroomed up as a result of the publication of the work of the "Holy Blood Holy Grail". Trio will be asking themselves why on Earth there is any special significance in Jesus's bloodline, and how such a descent could possibly legitimise the claims of the numerous Merovingian Muppet Show candidates for the throne of Europe who have recently presented themselves to the public. The answer to this question of significance is that Jesus's descent is only remarkable because for millenia we have been fed a certain view of him as the virgin King of the Jews by the Church. So any significance that might be obtained from claiming descent from this obscure Jew, is derived merely from juxtaposing an new form of propaganda against an old form of propaganda. In reality Jesus was a very minor political figure, in a very small rural district who was the rightful king of a bunch of semites whose contribution to and position within international politics and religion at the time was less than marginal. So today we have a minor mediterranean copy cat cult that got lucky and did well but whose "Messiah" was only one of many official "Messiahs" in the Roman World. Big Deal. To Paraphrase a worn out Monty Python jibe: "You claim a fraudulent descent from some daft prick who was stupid enough to get his bollocks stapled to an upright block of wood and you call that a basis for a contemporary European kingship, mate?" To which "in any intelligent modern society" the correct response is "You Can Go and Fuck Yourself, Tosh". Ingratiating themselves into false "Orders", hoping to gain a following and get a plentiful supply of free lunches/blowjobs, these pseudo-royal and ersatz noble hypocrites and liars are arrogant enough to think that they deserve to have their arses continually licked by fawning fools whom furthermore they think that they have the unimpeachable right to insult as well as injure by flogging these ingenuous sycophants revolting, worthless New Age literary detritus at overblown prices into the bargain.
And people fall for the lie and buy the flannel, and what's even more pathetic is that these dumb fools defend the very manipulators who are screwing their heads and their pockets and laughing at them all the way to the Bank and to the numerous little parvenu Mitfordesque soirees they must get invited to by jumped up tradesmen or by rapidly reformed ex-communist bully boys who, now the Iron Curtain has become the Iron Doorstep - over which slither their broken down Zils and Trabants, their paedophile filth and their criminally insane - are themselves engaging in copious amounts of Viennese Rimming - the Osculum Obscene - with some voluntarily abdicated "married in - clapped out" Roman Catholic ex-dynast down in Brussels. How many morons today do you think would be basing their legitimacy on a descent from Jesus if Jesus had been a shoe salesman whom history had consigned to obscurity? The answer to this is, of course, Bugger All.
Take away the Vatican Spin Doctors and all you have is a guy whose descent was mongrel Egyptian - Draconian for sure (that is never mentioned), but whose impact on the world scene was actually nothing during his lifetime.
People have been concentrating on the wrong descent. The power of the Merovingians comes not from some Hick Rabbi who got himself nailed to a tree, but from the Dragon Descent of the Frankish Heerkonige whose ancient ancestors via Antenor and the Trojan Royal House back to the Scythian Ubaid originated from the Black Sea. In comparison to its purer Elven origins, the much hyped Merovingian descent from Jesus is a non sequitur.
The other thing about the real Merovingians is that, unlike those currently hopeful worthies who now claim Merovingian and/or some kind of miraculous, very rapid, very recent and conveniently instant Catholic "hit me on the shoulder with a tin stick and oil my forehead" Dragon descent and who would love to gain your support today on the back of it and part you from your cash, the Merovingians themselves actually couldn't have given a flying fuck whether you supported them or not.
And nor, for that matter, do we.
We just want you to wake up.
These pseudo-Merovingian and wannabe Dragon dynastic fuckwits who salivate over titles which always carry the prefix "Grand" and who dance to worn out tunes of former royal glory are carrying you to hell in a handbag. They stand for, aspire to and promote elitism, social status and corporate greed. It's jumped up merchant scum like this that contribute significantly to keeping nicely oiled, the cogs in the machinery of your perpetual social and consumer slavery and of our impending collective, global destruction.
Which is it really: "The Real Dragon Order" or THE NEW WORLD ORDER?
It's your call. Have a quick looksie and see which "Court" has got a price tag attached and then you decide. But then the New World Order is just the Old World Order with an IQ of 90, skidmarks on its underpants, more money, and less than no breeding at all. The ideal environment for these kinds of tradesmen.
- Nicholas De Vere
(From Nicholas de Vere's original website at *dragoncourt.org ... (*no longer online)
Attention all Draconians!
The Imperial and Royal Dragon Court is the ancient Household Court and Order of the senior Angevin descendants of the Imperial and Royal House of Vere of Caledonia, Anjou and Lorraine, and the physical embodiment of the Sovereign Princedom of Drakenberg; which is recognised under European Law as a sovereign ethnic racial group; the principle nation state of the Draconian peoples:
Furthermore, the royal and ambassadorial nature of the title of the Prince of Drakenberg (Princeps Draconis) is recognised under the 'Official Observations' of the Department of Internal Affairs of the Government of its state of origin within the European Union. For its part however, The Imperial and Royal Dragon Court is not affiliated with or subservient to - and does not recognise - any royal house established by the Roman Catholic Church or any of its schismatic Christian denominations, or any other contemporary corporate, academic political, social, religious or quasi-mystical elites.
The Dragon Court is publishing on this website individual aspects of its history, along with references to the classical folklore and mythic customs of Europe and Asia which are directly linked to the Dragon tradition. Meanwhile, we trust that visitors to this site will find the given details sufficient to cement the facts pertaining to the Court, facts which positively disassociate this establishment from other Orders such as those of the Dragon Overthrown and the Golden Dragon with which it has erroneously been associated in some propagandist literature.
The Imperial and Royal Dragon Court is a closed fraternity of individuals, fronted by those who trace their ancestry and affiliations back to the ancient Grail and Dragon families. It is not in any way a joining club or membership subscription society. Neither is it a commercial, religious, political or charitable institution.
The Imperial and Royal Dragon Court is not a platform for the airing of vacuous New Age garbage and nor is it intended for use as a tool to promote a personality cult, a cottage industry or a money making corporation.
Material used by Mr. Laurence Gardner came, in its purest form, from Nicholas de Vere whose archival and research material were used extensively in Mr. Gardner's book 'Genesis of the Grail Kings', for which Nicholas de Vere was credited. However, in the bulk of Mr. Gardner's Nexus lectures on 'Starfire', 'The Donation of Constantine', 'The Albigensian Blood', 'The Elven origins of The Imperial and Royal House of Vere' and their connexion with 'The Realm of the Ring Lords', all of which also appear on Mr. Gardner's 'Ring Lords' website, Nicholas de Vere was NOT credited, but has asserrf the moral right to be named as the copyright holder. The Realm of the Ring Lords archival and research material and the impetus to publish it originated from Nicholas de Vere, not Mr. Gardner. Although having been asked to do so, none of these individuals have seen fit to do the author of these works the courtesy of making the proper credits or corrections in their advertising or their material.. The original manuscript copies of this material are in the keeping of the copyright holder's lawyers.
Prince Nicholas de Vere von Drakenberg