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https://buymeacoffee.com/kobecooman3 The Codex Gigas Some men would gladly die, give up their life, for a chance at greatness. So what if you already know your life will be taken from you, and you haven’t reached that greatness yet. Would you call upon the devil and give up more than your life alone? Herman decided that yes, earthly greatness was worth your eternal soul. And so came about the crea...

FIND ME ON SUBSTACK TIKTOK BUYMEACOFFEE ====>>>>>>> KOBI ONE Every single man in her life had brought her closer to ruin and had plotted to take from her everything, sanity included. It was all she had left to think about now. Endlessly wandering these corridors of the Royal Palace of Santa Clara in Tordesillas, Spain, time had left this once so fine a mind as to be almost void, nothing but some g...

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We arrive once more at the gates of Nancy, France and witness the defeat of the army of Charles of Burgundy. The fall of one man set into motion so many entangled events, most of them grandiose in nature, it reminds me of the 2000’s domino craze. The fall of Charles the Bold was almost exactly like one of those televised Guinness world record domino attempts. Only with a bit more blood. One easily...

FOLLOW ME @SUBSTACK => Kobi One A Pittance for a Beggar As of late, I long for thought Yet I wear naught but Wear and tear Throw that frisbee Into the general direction Of me And all that I entail Slowly I long for thoughts Fine fickle frail Flabbergastingly ferocious Something to put your teeth in Something that bites back The thoughts that long For me In comparison, they pale To the prospect of...

Lately, I’ve found myself captivated by what, for lack of a better word, I will refer to in Flemish as de omgekeerde wereld. The Middle Ages were like a double-edged sword, wielded with great care and expertise via tradition, hierarchy and religious lore. Those were the arms wielding the blade. And with the blade itself, a status quo was put in place. To keep it in place, a pressure valve was inst...

Bad luck comes in threes. I just lost my camper van in the same week as where I dropped my phone in the river and my shoulder inexplicably became totally useless and pain-ridden. Bad luck comes in threes, but you decide what comes out of it. I am reminded of my podcasts on the Burgundians and the Habsburgs. Both of these families suffered a threefold defeat at their beginnings. One family perished...

One day, humanity will find that grinding meat, through peculiar trades, to make ends meet destroys our faith and what we seek may come too late FEAR NOT! there is always more meat for the grinder but here is a noble reminder that but a dot, a speck of cloud we are no more than only one And I for one am very proud! That throughout these tears and blood stained times comes an era of truth and beaut...

It never stopped, the chanting was continuous, all encompassing, eternal, as in God’s own image. They are called the Acoemetae, the sleepless ones, and they aren’t your average old normal monks. THE LAUS PERENNIS Time, my friends, is not easily described. The more we know about it, the less we know of it. For the aboriginals, time as a concept did not even really exist. For them it lives as much i...

I'm secretly writing messages hidden in the sky trying to catch the early bird hoping you would pass me by I'm looking for excuses I'm looking for a fight I wanna kiss the deadly charmes of that darkest starlit night I wanna breath red into the daylight and white into your eyes I'm getting awfully good at these immaculate goodbyes I wanna dance on that sunlight, sliding across Lisboa I wanna chanc...

He wakes up, sunlight already creeping through the shutters, something forces itself upon his consciousness. A blood-curdling scream. And people, a great big many of them, cheering. How long did he sleep? What was going on? He opens the shutters, the morning sun blinds him for some seconds. Then, terror sets in. On the wooden post in the centre of De Markt, the main square of Bruges, he sees his f...

Will I still know you? When I have struck a match between the now and then,in that darkness that time casts upon our imagination,will you defeat the odds, or simply perish? Will I bridge the gap and extend my soul as to link two hearts together? Will time forever cease or will it, eventually, take its toll upon my in romance drenched heart? Questions fill my lungs and a breath I deeply takeI exhal...

All around him there was red on white, streaks of blood on snow to mark where comrades and enemies alike had fallen. The smell of death, overwhelming if it wasn’t for the adrenaline of war. He and his men had arrived here at the gates of Nancy on frostbitten toes, empty stomachs and empty pockets. And now the French were colouring the snow with his men’s entrails. However did he allow this to happ...

As sure as a shoreline twists and turns I long, I yearn I long, I yearn But learn I shall And with a YELL! abolish spells from whence they came They will rise again with different names always different always the same Yet I propose the path is clear through thorny bushes we must pluck a rose and with it, friend lend fragrance to fear This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with ot...

And as the world held it’s breath I lay awake counting the stars in my head just drifting along to the tides of time who, ever so gently, envelope me and caress me into a slumber of timelessness ssss it goes and me, I stay awake in its wake This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit kobione.substack.com/subscribe