Horenic Determinism & Paradisius, 2001

[Trenchist 864]

[This pamphlet is found in the camps of frontiersmen and crusaders,

among settlers and pilgrims who wander the crusadelands of the east,

and those who concern themselves with naturalist Canonism.]

 

Spoiler

 

 

 

H O R E N I C   D E T E R E M I N I S M

&

THE GARDEN OF

P A R A D I S I U S,

 

☩

 

Published in the year 2001,

 

Selected Writings by,

 

Rabbi-Cardinal Elim Temmeck of Esbec, 

Scholastic Fraternity of Lemon Hill

 

Dedicated to the kin of Horen who war, toil, settle,

and exalt His Name in the fringes of civilization.

 

Horenic Detereminism

 

It is the inclination of philosophists and thinkers to claim the axiom that the ‘culmination of history is its eternal repetition’. That the cascading rush of centuries is but the continuous rise and fall of kingdoms. That the memory of dark times barely survived and of green pastures too, ever greener than ours, remain ever nestled and evocative in some corner of the mind. They see that these experiences are not in fact unique, or symbolic of any historical progression, that the meaning they hold in the grand scheme of things is negligent, because these things repeat themselves. They would claim that the nature of man is the catalyst; it is the invariable component in the equation that ultimately leads to the same conclusion of history. They would think the sum of the Horenic experience is acquiescent to the sentiments of Hope, Ambition, Folly and Destruction. But I would warn you against subscribing to this notion. It is a dangerous and short way from the world of nihilism.

 

I should instead propose to you an alternative idea, one not bent on the smothering of the spirit, and the conclusion of which is incontrovertibly doom. It is thus; that when the presence of Providence is not discounted by an observer of the world, every turn of the wheel of History is seen to in fact drive us forward. The road is the means, the destination is the salvation; and that makes every hairbreadth’s measure of the journey wrought with profundity. We are beset by purpose! But in this colossal course of a People, of such universal proportions, the challenges are immense. The road is cluttered by obstacles, as a road does; toppled trees thrawt our speed, nightly creatures prowl the periphery of our sight, and on occasion the damnable robber besets upon the road. The sophists and overthinkers, who are overcome and lay defeated, who have abandoned any feeling of the world in exchange for its raw examination, do not envision past the roadbend. They assume the meadow they observe is the whole world in its entirety, and when examining the dirt on the soles of their feet; they find no meaning. They ask why have we come hither? and forget whence they came; and from the onset forgo their destination. The world of nihilism. Fall not prey to its sloth, and its death of spirit.

 

Horenic Determinism is the term I found adequate for the description of this innate quality of Man, and in turn Mankind, to persist in spite of the struggle. We see it plainly in the hand that answers to strike upon the heathen, we see it in the hand that lays the brick of settlement, in the hand that drafts man’s courts of law. But nowhere is this more prevalent in our age, this burning zeal that is the inheritance of no elf nor dwarf or ork, but Horen alone, than in the whirlwind of upheaval that, in recent decades, had transpired in the Eastern hemisphere. The Robertine Crusade and the vanquishing of the Edel of the East was, as much a sanctification of the Lord, a service to man’s innate nature. The Holy War persists even after Tyrants fall. It exists in the unbridled ambition of Horen to work good, in his eternal zeal, and his taming of the world! The age of prophets was lived before us. It has not, however, passed. Live in Salvation!

 

The Crusade is the Determination of Horen-all. It does not stop.

 

The Crusade is the Altar of the Church.

 

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Paradisius, the Garden

 

It had been word for a long time among the persecuted faithful, that the time is soon to dawn when the hermit could no longer escape the light of the great towers erected by worldly men. But today we fear not for the safety of the hermit, as we once did. His oath is now heeded! The wilderness has arisen to defend its faithful few. Nature has lost already its promise of peace, and in uprooting her tyrants shall fear to lose nothing.

 

The storm of changing regimes and uprooted lords, guided by the charging Sword of the crusade has passed, and in its wake has left a long-cursed landscape, once ruled by the fist of despots, in a state of desolation. Only farflung pockets of Man now inhabit the ranges of the continental eastern coast, where the brazen apostates once sailed. The Lamb of the Mountain descends to the plain, from whence it was once banished, and crowns itself King over Edel. The living world has triumphed over the estates of the wicked. And this reclamation of the frontier is not solely the demesne of what-was Edel. The wilderness reared its head of liberation westward. It had climbed and conquered, defiantly, the stony ruins of estates and of spires that once made mockery of it. It stops only further, at the border of the river; where across the water it finds ruling a lamb of a different coat. It is domesticated, sacrificial, and brought up holy. It loves the fire and awaits its turn. The Lamb of the Mountain and the Lamb of the Temple are reunited as neighbors, reigning in satisfaction.

 

The Temple is the tall pyre. The Crusade is the arm of the flame, outreaching. It leaves in its wake ash and purity alone, for that is its whole purpose. The wilderness follows, naturally, and is good. It is the turn of us now, Faithful, and ye, the bodily hand of Horen, to tread it with care. To settle it as Horen and the seven-thousand settled the valley. Let the destitute be now homed. Let the persecuted find in the gardens of Paradisius a Sanctuary, to live in reverence.

 

The Lamb of the Mountain is now King in the East; 

and woe be to he who connives to banish it.

 

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[HeyitsNano 1582]

"IN NOMINE DEI, AD GLORIAM ET DESTINATUM DIVINUM!"

Atticus Keen knelt in silence, the pamphlet held firmly in his hands. Rising, he mounted his horse and set his course toward the mountains, determined to turn once lands strifes into bastions of God. For the Church, for Humanity, and for the Ivöri, they would replace Evil with Good.