10 oktober 2022, Hermannstraße 4, Dresden
11 oktober 2022, Hermannstraße 4, Dresden.

NB: de blauwe jas met de ster op de mouw heb ik van Henryk gekregen, echter ben ik hem in de extreme hectiek van de terugkeer naar Davis in de directe omgeving van de Bagage Claim op San Francisco Airport verloren. Ik heb tevergeefs “Lost Items” geprobeerd. Deze jas is volkomen uniek, een bedrijfsgeschenk, en de ster werd erop geappliqueerd door Henryk omdat daar een gaatje zat. Als iemand in Californië deze jas ergens ziet, graag actie ondernemen.

Al op 1 november 2022 een update.

Een voorbijganger op mijn blogs herkende het huis en stuurde de volgende reactie (zie galerij >).

Jazeker, in de kelder van dit huis huisde het verradende kwaad en wel in de vorm van de Stasi. Misschien zijn er nog steeds zaken gaande die het daglicht niet verdragen. Stasi-opvolgers en (neo-)nazis zijn immers anno 2022 nog steeds zeer actief en brandgevaarlijk in Dresden en omgeving. Hier is de link naar het commentaar waar het geplaatst werd, tip: Google Translate. U hoeft vanzelfsprekend niet op mij te wachten om zelf al op onderzoek te gaan.


Ook stuurde de gewaardeerde passant op mijn blogs nog meer informatie omtrent de Hermannstraße 4, Dresden:
“Hermannstraße 4 is een zogenaamd individueel monument.
De kunstenaar Carl Bantzer leefde tussen 1904 en 1907 in dit huis, hij was de opvolger van Gotthard Kuehl aan de Hochschule für
bildende Künste. Stasi en kunst Stasi en de economie

Einde update, begin blog.


Door de eenzaamheid van de pandemie enorm voortgedreven, was ik sinds 2020 actief op zoektocht: is er nog een soulmate van Rob Nanninga en mij op de aarde? Deze queeste bracht mij door een onnavolgbare kosmische truc niet naar een, maar naar twee Henryk Vogels in Dresden omgeving. Hier gaat een zeer vreemde kosmische kronkel aan vooraf, leest u daartoe graag mijn eerste Darkwood blog van februari 2022. Concreet vertrok ik op 30 september 2022 van Davis en kwam ik op 1 oktober 2022 in Dresden aan. Op 16 oktober 2022 verliet ik Dresden onder een zeer rommelende fysieke gezondheid (geen Corona), veroorzaakt door het voor mij elf jaar lang niet meer gekende vochtige Europese klimaat, om huiswaarts te vliegen. Ik was sinds mijn emigratie in oktober 2011 niet meer naar Europa teruggekeerd!

16 dagen had ik dus beschikbaar voor Henryk Vogel in Dresden en omgeving, en die tijd spendeerden we vooral in het immense Nationalpark Sächsische Schweiz. Uitdrukkelijk was dat niet de Duitse Folkmuziek zanger Darkwoods Henryk Vogel, Mr. Dark. Henryk en ik waren zelfs nog even in Tsjechië geweest.

In week twee dat ik daar was, had Henryk zijn baan weer, want hij kon niet twee volle weken vakantie opnemen. Met zijn huis in the middle of nowhere net buiten Dresden, besloot en uitte hij, en hij alleen, dat ik toch maar beter enige dagen in Dresden stad kon verblijven. Ter mijner vertier. Aangezien mijn oudste zus wegens verzendkosten-besparing haar nieuwe boek al in november 2021 naar Pension Abendrot in Dresden had opgestuurd, waar ik gezegd had te zullen verblijven, en ik het deze tweede oktober week in Dresden, in 2022 daar ook ophaalde, besloot ik alsnog, bijna een jaar na geplande dato, bij de lieve dame van Pension Abendrot neer te strijken. Dit pension bevindt zich op een steenworp afstand van Darkwoods huis, de Hermannstraße 4. Ik had aan het einde van mijn duistere Darkwood jaar, in november 2021, een verblijf bij dit specifieke pension gepland, toen mij eindelijk de intens roze bril waarmee ik naar Mr. Dark en de Folkgroep Darkwood had gekeken, van de neus was gevallen. Ik wilde dit huis wel eens met eigen ogen zien, omdat mijn herhaalde postzending daarnaartoe nooit was aangekomen en Mr. Dark geen enkele verklaring daartoe gaf, ook niet na herhaaldelijk vragen per mail en Facebook Messenger.

Het feit dat Henryk er opeens mee kwam dat ik wegens zijn werk beter enige dagen alleen in Dresden stad, downtown, kon verblijven, en ik weinig keuze had dan daarin mee te gaan, bewijst dat ik het hele Darkwood gebeuren echt los had gelaten en ik zelfs geenszins meer van plan was geweest het Hermannstraße 4 huis te bezoeken en in het Pension Abendrot te verblijven. Maar de Kosmos, via Henryk nota bene, had daar andere ideeën over. Meer in de geest van, “Nu ben je hier, en nu ga je het afmaken ook, Constantia.”

Op 9 oktober in de namiddag bracht Henryk me erheen en installeerde ik me in de twee zeer gerieflijke en schone kamers van Pension Abendrot. De volgende middag, 10 oktober 2022, wandelde ik naar het genoemde huis en begon ik wat foto’s te maken. Het toegangshek stond open, maar ik bleef keurig op straat staan. Na misschien hoogstens vijf minuten zag ik opeens beweging bij de zeer gedateerde, semi-transparante toegangshal van het huis. Verwonderd keek ik toe, huw? Ik had al geconstateerd dat Henryk, die er voor mij in najaar 2021 kort een kijkje had genomen, en gezegd had dat er niemand woonde, dat niet correct gezien had, dit huis was wel degelijk bewoond. Ik zag bijvoorbeeld een open raam, en er ging algemeen van dit huis uit dat er hier iemand was. En inderdaad. Een zeer kleine man van formaat, ik schat hem op mogelijk tussen de 1 meter vijftig en 1 meter zestig centimeter, al ouder, was in gebukte houding aan het rondmoffelen in de semi-doorzichtige hal. Ik vermoed dat hij zijn schoenen aan het aandoen was. De deur ging nu geheel open en het mannetje kwam naar buiten. Ik was nu een beetje aan het filmen, maar voelde geen behoefte aan een confrontatie en liep met ferme pas weg en keek daarbij twee keer om. De eerste keer hoorde ik zijn voetstappen en liep ik vlug weer verder. Pas aan het einde van de straat stopte ik weer en keek schielijk om. En jawel, daar stond het mannetje bij het hek van dat huis met een, naar mijn gevoel dreigende uitstraling, naar me te loeren. Had meneer-de-Hermannstraße-4-opzichter mij zien fotograferen en wilde hij verhaal komen halen?

Ik keerde terug naar het pension en dacht kort over deze ontwikkeling na. Ik kon mij nu als een bang vogeltje gedragen en het bij deze ene keer laten, maar ik dacht: “Basta, Mr. Dark en consorten hebben mij een jaar lang voor Jan met de korte achternaam mijn hele hebben en houwen via Facebook en ook via de email laten spillen zonder mij te waarschuwen dat het geen private setting was, mij een jaar lang het Darkwood Twitter account laten vullen met zoveel liefde en toewijding, terwijl ik hun voortdurend mailde en update berichten stuurde, en mij pas na exact een jaar via de email een ijskoude reactie vol met nauwelijks verhulde haat gegeven. Hun grootste fan! Ik ben nu vanzelfsprekend geen fan meer! Nee hoor, ik had geen reden om hun met fluwelen handschoenen aan te pakken. Ik zou de volgende dag terugkeren, en nu, in plaats van foto’s te maken, het huis filmen, zelfs als het mannetje weer naar buiten zou komen. En dit keer zou ik niet weglopen.

Zo gezegd, zo gedaan. Met fris gewassen coiffure en ditto determinatie wandelde ik de volgende dag weer naar het huis. Dit keer viel mij heel erg het vogelnest op, dat merkwaardig op een stenen muur gedrapeerd ligt direct bij het begin van de tuin van het Darkwood huis. Een doorsnee mens zou denken, “Betekent niets”, maar ik heb de Darkwood Folk groep en Mr. Dark een jaar lang intensief ontleed via mijn Darkwood Twitter account, al hun liederen die bol staan van symbolen en diepe betekenissen intensief beluisterd en via tweets geïllustreerd. Ook was er een vervallen vogelhuisje aan het huis bevestigd. Dit nest zei mij: “Op deze wijze wordt het Darkwood Nest aangekondigd”. Het huis heeft een extreme onderhoudsachterstand en wat is er bijvoorbeeld in de duistere kelder met de vele, met gietijzeren tralies beklede luchtramen? Er is hier naar mijn indruk iets duisters aan de hand. Ik schreef in mijn eerdere blog al over de “Nazi-huis en Nazi-geld” droom die ik had over de Hermannstraße 4.

We sank our guilt, we sank our crimes”, zingt Mr. Dark in “Nothing left to lose”, en daar kwam in juli 2021 een nieuwe YouTube clip van hun hand bij, waarin de toeschouwer kan zien dat er gesuggereerde bloedvegen in het beeld gebracht worden. Waar komt duistere Dolk muziek vandaan? Oh, de dolk is een oprechte verschrijving, maar aangezien Mr. Dark tijdens zijn concerten letterlijk met een dolk, zwaard aan het zwaaien is, laat ik het staan. Bedoeld is dus duistere Folk muziek. Is het slechts toeval, of gaat er iets aan vooraf? Waarom zingt Mr. Dark zo vaak zwartgallig over schuld en boete, over heldendom en martyrdom? Vanwaar ook de immer zeer duistere, zwart-wit foto’s op zijn Instagram en Facebook?

Ik keer terug naar mijn 16 dagen met Henryk Vogel. Deze andere Henryk leerde ik goed kennen, we trokken erop uit en ondernamen allerlei soorten activiteiten. Altijd wel is in mijn achterhoofd gebleven dat dit alles een kosmische aangelegenheid is, en pseudo skeptici die dit allemaal meteen onzin vinden, herinner ik eraan dat ze dit niet hoeven te lezen. Deze beide Henryk Vogels zijn mijns inziens kosmische twins. En dit bedoel ik niet eens op een zweverige manier, ik denk dat er natuurkundige wetten zijn à la kwantumverstrengeling van verbonden paren op afstand. “Soulmates” zou je het kunnen noemen of misschien “familieparen of -groepen”. Ik zie de twee Henryk Vogels als in een yin yang eenheid, de een licht met een duistere stip, de ander duister met een lichte stip. Mogelijk is er zelfs een genetische connectie tussen beide, waar beiden niets van willen weten. Maar ik laat mij door niemand meer de kaas van het brood eten en schrijf wat ik waarneem.

Het soulmates idee is naar mijn huidige inzicht veel breder dan het beeld dat ieder slechts één soulmate zou hebben. Zelf denk ik inmiddels dus aan ‘soulmate groepen’. Wat Rob Nanninga en ik hebben, zie ik als een volkomen tot bloei gekomen, uniek soulmate-schap. Dit was al in ontwikkeling tijdens Robs fysieke leven en kon na het moment van Robs overgaan in 2014 ontstaan. Alleen hij en ik dus, een spetterend, vurig soulmate paar, en de knuffelleeuwen die voor hem staan. Voor mij zal Rob altijd dè soulmate zijn. Ik vang alle Rob Nanninga gerelateerde ontwikkelingen onder de paraplu van Magisch Realisme.

Genoeg zaken wijzen erop dat ook Henryk en ik wel degelijk in een ‘soulmate groep’ zitten. Wat niet wil zeggen dat het voor nu in dit leven een ‘match’ is. Ik noem hier slechts een paar eerder ludieke voorbeelden (en ik gaf al een zwaardere voorzet in het vorige Darkwood blog). Zo bleek tot mijn enorme plezier dat Henryks klerenkast vol met tshirts, hippe en stoere jasjes en ditto truien hing die ook mij allemaal pasten en geweldig stonden. Zelfde smaak, zelfde maat! Dit was echt een walhalla voor mij, ik kon gewoon schier onuitputtelijk in zijn kleerkast duiken en mij verzekerd weten van coole kleren. Zijn specifieke producten voor blond haar van Guhl en Schwarzkopf waren al eveneens een directe hit. Het waren de zaken die ik exact zo gebruikt had toen ik zelf nog in Nederland woonde. Ook bleek hij een gezichtsmasker, huidvertroetelproducten liefhebber net als ik. En zo wandelden we een keer en zijn rechterveter bleek los. Hij stopte om die te strikken en zei toen dat ook mijn rechterveter los was. Verbaasd keek ik naar beneden rechts. Inderdaad, ook los.

Henryk zei dingen. Hij, de man die altijd zegt te zweren bij het licht en van geen duister wil weten, zei een paar keer zaken die ik zeer merkwaardig vond, het was humor, maar opvallend duister en gruwelijk, en een ding specifiek sloeg eigenlijk al meteen als een bom bij mij in. Wij reden een keer langs een meer, moeras en Henryk grapte dat hij in dit meer lijken verzwaarde, liet zinken en zo dus verborg. Ik dacht: “Wat zeg je me nou?! Waar komt dit in hemelsnaam vandaan?” En al snel dacht ik, geloof me, geheel ongewild aan Mr. Dark, zijn Instagram foto’s en YouTube clip van Ghost Lake en zijn duistere liederen over “We sank our guilt we sank our crimes”, over zelfmoord gaan plegen bij de rivier, enz.. Ik ken al die songteksten uit mijn hoofd!

En ook had ik in vorige Darkwood blog al melding gemaakt van het feit dat Henryk de zin “Mehr Schein als Sein” in de mond had genomen, terwijl hij het specifiek over Darkwood had en hij uitdrukkelijk geen enkele kennis had genomen van die liederen, omdat hij er niets mee te maken wil hebben. Maar deze zin wordt letterlijk zo gezongen door Mr. Dark in een van zijn liederen. Enter de kosmische alert, hier is iets enorms aan de hand. De ene twin uit geheel onbedoeld letterlijke zinnen, maar ook gebeurtenissen, of, hoe zal ik het juridisch gezien veilig zeggen, gedachten en herinneringen, al dan niet fictief, aan gebeurtenissen van de andere twin? De wetenschap heeft al zo vaak onderzoek gedaan naar raadselachtige twin-verbindingen die toch echt heel veel van telepathie weg hebben, maar eerder naar mijn idee met iets als kwantumverstrengeling te maken kunnen hebben. Enter Henryk Vogel en Henryk Vogel.

Beiden met zeer heldere en krachtige stem, zelfde haardracht keuze, ongeveer zelfde leeftijd, ditto postuur en lengte, blond haar, blauwe ogen, beiden woonachtig in Sachsen, in of aan de rand van Dresden, beiden ongelooflijke perfectionisten (wat een gevoel van kilheid en onmogelijkheid om die perfectie te behalen kan creëren bij naasten), Einzelgängers en beterweters, beiden enorme natuurmensen, gigantisch sterke hikers/wandelaars, de een met een sociaal actieve baan, maar tegelijkertijd opvallend onwillend met een sociaal, persoonlijk en herleidbaar profiel naar de buitenwereld aan te treden, de ander een bekend Folk zanger, maar alleen sociaal in de zeer naaste omgeving en eveneens extreem onwillend, tot in het absurde zelfs, ja, hier heb ik het over Mr. Dark, om een persoonlijk profiel over zichzelf vrij te geven. Dit is in Folk kringen algemeen bekend, Mr. Dark is een extreemste vorm van privé persoon, en uit geen sjoege over wat dan ook in zijn persoonlijke leven. Oh ja, ik zie hier zeer veel draden lopen, echte draden. Ik raad dan ook een Dresden, Sachsen Cold Case? team aan eens expliciet aan Mr. Dark te gaan vragen waarom hij toch zo vaak zingt over schuld en misdaad en daar zelfs bloedstrepen bij trekt in zijn recente clip. En misschien daarbij eens Ghost Lake te noemen. En ook raad ik aan het Hermannstraße 4 huis van kelder tot top uit te kammen. Het mannetje moet dat gewoon maar toelaten. En ja, ik neem elke verantwoordelijkheid voor deze zinnen op mij. Ik vraag vooralsnog, ik stel niet als feiten. Het verhaal kan immers ook verder gaan dan Mr. Dark zelf, misschien overlopen naar zijn ouders en grootouders. Onschuldig tot het tegendeel bewezen is.

Iets curieus. In de ochtend van 29 oktober 2022 droomde ik kort over Robbert van den Broeke. We waren buiten, camping-achtige omgeving. Hij zat schuin links voor me en informeerde tot mijn verbazing in goed Duits naar mijn komende Darkwood blog, liet blijken dat hij het graag wilde lezen. Ik was verrast en antwoordde hem ook in het Duits (beide Nederlander, althans, ik tot 2017). Ik zei: “Ja, ik heb ook foto’s gemaakt… hoe heb je zo goed Duits geleerd, “von Dir” (via jezelf, autonoom)?” Hij antwoordde rustig en geheel dus niet zoals ik hem ken, wat hij precies zei, weet ik niet meer, maar opnieuw klonk het volkomen authentiek, native speaker niveau Duits. Reïncarnatie anybody? Of wat?

Oktober 2022, Hermannstraße 4, Dresden
Oktober 2022, Hermannstraße 4, Dresden.
NB: Henryk gab mir die blaue Jacke mit dem Stern auf dem Ärmel, aber ich verlor sie in der extremen Hektik der Rückkehr nach Davis in unmittelbarer Nähe der Gepäckausgabe am Flughafen San Francisco. Ich habe “Lost Items” ohne Erfolg ausprobiert. Diese Jacke ist absolut einzigartig, ein Werbegeschenk, und der Stern wurde von Henryk darauf appliziert, weil dort ein kleines Loch war. Wenn jemand in Kalifornien diese Jacke irgendwo sieht, bitte handeln.

Schon am ersten November 2022 ein Update.

Ein Passant auf meinen Blogs hat das Haus wiedererkannt und folgenden Kommentar abgeschickt (Galerie >).

Ja, im Keller dieses Hauses residierte tatsächlich das verräterische Böse in Gestalt der Stasi. Vielleicht ist dort immer noch eine Form des Bösen aktiv. Ich habe schon gesagt, lass dieses Haus durchkämmen. Stasi-Nachfolger und (Neo-)Nazis sind auch 2022 noch sehr aktiv und brandgefährlich in und um Dresden. Bitte lesen und untersuchen Sie selbst, und natürlich müssen Sie dabei nicht auf mich warten. Hier ist der Link zum Kommentar, wo er gepostet wurde, Tipp: Google Translate.


Der geschätzte Besucher meines Blogs hat noch mehr wertvolle Informationen gesendet:
“Die Hermannstraße 4 ist ein so genanntes Einzeldenkmal.
Der Künstler Carl Bantzer wohnte zwischen 1904 und 1907 in dem
Haus, er war der Nachfolger von Gotthard Kuehl an der Hochschule für bildende Künste. Stasi und die Kunst Stasi und die Wirtschaft

Ende Update, Anfang blog.


Enorm getrieben von der Einsamkeit der Pandemie suchte ich seit 2020 aktiv: Gibt es noch einen Seelenverwandten von Rob Nanninga und mir auf der Erde? Diese Suche führte mich durch einen unnachahmlichen kosmischen Trick nicht zu einem, sondern zu zwei Henryk Vogels im Raum Dresden. Dem geht eine sehr seltsame kosmische Wendung voraus, bitte lesen Sie meinen ersten Darkwood-Blog vom Februar 2022. Konkret bin ich am 30. September 2022 von Davis abgeflogen und am 1. Oktober 2022 in Dresden angekommen. Am 16.10.2022 verließ ich Dresden in sehr angeschlagener körperlicher Verfassung (kein Corona), bedingt durch das mir seit elf Jahren unbekannte feuchte europäische Klima, um nach Hause zu fliegen. Ich war seit meiner Auswanderung im Oktober 2011 nicht mehr nach Europa zurückgekehrt!

So hatte ich für Henryk Vogel in Dresden und Umgebung 16 Tage zur Verfügung, die wir hauptsächlich im riesigen Nationalpark Sächsische Schweiz verbrachten. Das war explizit nicht Deutsche Folkmusik Sanger Darkwoods Henryk Vogel, Mr. Dark. Henryk und ich waren sogar eine Weile in Tschechien.

In meiner zweiten Woche dort hatte Henryk wieder seinen Job, da er nicht zwei volle Wochen Urlaub nehmen konnte. Mit seinem Haus mitten im Nirgendwo kurz vor Dresden hat er beschlossen und zum Ausdruck gebracht, und er allein, dass ich besser ein paar Tage in der Dresdner Innenstadt bleiben sollte. Zu meiner Belustigung. Da meine älteste Schwester ihr neues Buch wegen Versandkostenersparnis bereits im November 2021 in die Pension Abendrot nach Dresden geschickt hatte, wo ich gesagt hatte, dass ich bleibe, und ich es auch diese zweite Oktoberwoche in Dresden abgeholt habe, habe ich mich 2022, fast ein Jahr nach dem geplanten Termin, dazu entschlossen, bei der süßen Dame der Pension Abendrot sesshaft zu werden. Dieses Gästehaus ist nur einen Steinwurf von Darkwoods Haus, Hermannstraße 4, entfernt. Ich hatte einen Aufenthalt in diesem besonderen Gästehaus am Ende meines dunklen Darkwood-Jahres geplant, im November 2021, als ich endlich meine intensiv rosa Brille abnahm, mit der ich Mr. Dark und die Folk Group Darkwood beobachtet hatte. Ich wollte dieses Haus mit eigenen Augen sehen, weil meine wiederholte Post dort nie angekommen war und Mr. Dark dafür keine einzige Erklärung gab, auch nicht nach mehrmaligen Nachfragen per E-Mail und Facebook-Messenger.

Am Nachmittag des 9. Oktober brachte mich Henryk dorthin und ich ließ mich in den beiden sehr komfortablen und sauberen Zimmern der Pension Abendrot nieder. Am nächsten Nachmittag, dem 10. Oktober 2022, ging ich zu besagtem Haus und fing an, ein paar Fotos zu machen. Das Tor war offen, aber ich stand ordentlich auf der Straße. Nach höchstens vielleicht fünf Minuten sah ich plötzlich Bewegung in der sehr veralteten, halbtransparenten Eingangshalle des Hauses. Ich sah erstaunt zu, huh? Mir war schon aufgefallen, dass Henryk, der im Herbst 2021 kurz für mich nachgeschaut hatte, und gesagt hatte, dass dort niemand wohne, das nicht richtig gesehen hatte, dieses Haus war tatsächlich bewohnt. Ich habe zum Beispiel ein offenes Fenster gesehen, und dieses Haus hat allgemein angenommen, dass jemand hier ist. Und in der Tat. Ein sehr kleiner Mann von Statur, ich schätze vielleicht zwischen einem Meter fünfzig und einem Meter sechzig Zentimeter lang, älter, stand gebückt in der halbtransparenten Halle. Ich vermute, er hat seine Schuhe angezogen. Die Tür ging nun ganz auf und das Männchen kam heraus. Ich filmte jetzt ein wenig, verspürte aber kein Bedürfnis nach einer Konfrontation und ging mit festem Schritt davon und blickte zweimal zurück. Beim ersten Mal hörte ich seine Schritte und ging schnell weiter. Erst am Ende der Straße hielt ich wieder an und blickte schnell zurück. Und ja, da war der kleine Mann am Tor dieses Hauses, der mich mit einem, wie ich fand, bedrohlichen Blick ansah. Hatte Herr Der-Hermannstraße-4-Betreuer mich fotografieren sehen und wollte er kommen und sich eine Geschichte holen?

Ich kehrte ins Gästehaus zurück und dachte kurz über diese Entwicklung nach. Ich könnte mich jetzt wie ein verängstigter Vogel aufführen und es dabei belassen, aber ich dachte: „Basta, Mr. Dark und Konsortien haben mich ein Jahr lang über Facebook und auch per E-Mail ausplaudern lassen, sie ließen mich mein ganzes Privatleben mit Bildern erzählen, ohne mich zu warnen, dass es sich nicht um eine private Einstellung handelte, ließen mich den Darkwood-Twitter-Account ein Jahr lang mit so viel Liebe und Hingabe gestalten, während ich sie ständig darüber informierte mittels E-Mails und Updates via Facebook Messenger und gaben mir erst nach genau einem Jahr eine eiskalte Antwort per E-Mail voll von kaum verhülltem Hass. Ihrem größten Fan! Offensichtlich bin ich kein Fan mehr! Nein, ich hatte keinen Grund, sie mit Samthandschuhen anzugehen. Ich würde am nächsten Tag zurückkommen und jetzt, anstatt Fotos zu machen, das Haus filmen, selbst wenn das Männchen wieder herauskäme. Und dieses Mal würde ich nicht davonlaufen.

Gesagt, getan. Mit frisch gewaschener Frisur und dito Entschlossenheit ging ich am nächsten Tag zurück zum Haus. Besonders aufgefallen ist mir diesmal das Vogelnest, das kurios an einer Steinmauer direkt am Eingang des Gartens des Darkwood-Hauses drapiert ist. Die durchschnittliche Person würde denken: „Bedeutet nichts“, aber ich habe die Darkwood Folk-Gruppe und Mr. Dark über meinen Darkwood-Twitter-Account ein Jahr lang intensiv seziert, all ihre Songs voller Symbolik und tiefer Bedeutungen intensiv angehört und per Tweets illustriert. An das Haus wurde auch ein baufälliges Vogelhaus angebaut. Dieses Nest sagte mir: “So wird das Darkwood Nest angekündigt.” Das Haus hat einen extremen Instandhaltungsstau und was ist zum Beispiel in dem dunklen Keller mit den vielen Gusseisenstangen geschlossen Oberlichtern? Ich glaube, hier geht etwas Unheimliches vor sich. Ich habe in meinem früheren Blog über den „Nazi-Haus und Nazi-Geld“-Traum geschrieben, den ich von der Hermannstraße 4 hatte.

We sank our guilt, we sank our crimes, Wir haben unsere Schuld versenkt, wir haben unsere Verbrechen versenkt“, singt Mr. Dark in “Nothing Left to Lose”, und im Juli 2021 wurde ein neuer YouTube-Clip ihrer Hand hinzugefügt, in dem der Zuschauer sehen kann, dass angedeutete Blutstreifen ins Bild gebracht werden. Woher kommt dunkle Dolch-Musik? Dunkle (Neo)Folk Musik? Mr. Dark schwingt buchstäblich einen Dolch, ein Schwert während seiner Konzerte. Ist es nur ein Zufall oder geht ihm etwas voraus? Warum singt Mr. Dark so oft melancholisch über Schuld und Buße, über Heldentum und Märtyrertum? Woher die immer sehr dunklen Schwarz-Weiß-Fotos auf seinem Instagram und Facebook?

Ich kehre zu meinen 16 Tagen mit Henryk Vogel zurück. Ich habe diesen anderen Henryk gut kennengelernt, wir sind ausgegangen und haben alle möglichen Aktivitäten gemacht. Ich hatte immer im Hinterkopf, dass dies alles eine kosmische Angelegenheit ist, und ich erinnere Pseudo-Skeptiker, die das alles sofort für Unsinn halten, daran, dass sie das nicht lesen müssen. Diese beiden Henryk Vogels sind meiner Meinung nach kosmische Zwillinge. Und ich meine das nicht einmal vage, ich denke, es gibt Gesetze der Physik a la Quantenverschränkung von verbundenen Paaren auf Distanz. Man könnte es „Seelenverwandte“ oder vielleicht „Familienpaare oder Gruppen“ nennen. Ich sehe die beiden Henryk-Vögel wie in einer Yin-Yang-Einheit, der eine hell mit dunklem Punkt, der andere dunkel mit hellem Punkt. Möglicherweise besteht sogar eine genetische Verbindung zwischen den beiden, von der keiner von beiden etwas wissen möchte. Aber ich lasse mich nicht die Butter vom Brot nehmen und schreibe, was ich beobachte.

Nach meinem derzeitigen Verständnis ist die Vorstellung von Seelenverwandten viel weiter gefasst als das Bild, dass jede Person nur einen Seelenverwandten hätte. Ich denke jetzt an „Seelenverwandtengruppen“. Was Rob Nanninga und ich haben, sehe ich als voll erblühte, einzigartige Seelenverwandtschaft. Dies war bereits während Robs physischem Leben in der Entwicklung und könnte sich nach Robs Übergang im Jahr 2014 voll entfalten. Nur er und ich, ein funkelndes, feuriges Seelenverwandtschaftspaar, und die kuscheligen Löwen die ihn symbolisieren. Für mich wird Rob immer der Seelenverwandte sein. Ich fasse alle Entwicklungen im Zusammenhang mit Rob Nanninga unter dem Dach des Magischen Realismus zusammen.

Genügend Dinge deuten darauf hin, dass Henryk und ich tatsächlich in einer „Seelenverwandten-Gruppe“ sind. Was nicht bedeutet, dass es vorerst ein „Match“ in diesem Leben ist. Ich nenne hier nur ein paar eher verspielte Beispiele (und ich habe bereits im vorherigen Darkwood-Blog eine schwerere Anregung gegeben). Zu meiner großen Freude stellte sich heraus, dass Henryks Kleiderschrank voller T-Shirts, angesagter und cooler Jacken und dito Pullover war, die mir alle passten und toll aussahen. Gleicher Geschmack, gleiche Größe! Das war wirklich ein Mekka für mich, ich konnte einfach fast unerschöpflich in seinen Kleiderschrank eintauchen und mich auf coole Klamotten verlassen. Auch seine spezifischen Produkte für blondes Haar von Guhl und Schwarzkopf fanden auf Anhieb großen Anklang. Das waren genau die Dinge, die ich benutzt hatte, als ich noch in den Niederlanden lebte. Er entpuppte sich auch als Gesichtsmasken- und Hautverwöhn-Enthusiast, genau wie ich. Und so gingen wir einmal und seine rechte Schnürung stellte sich als locker heraus. Er hielt an, um es zuzubinden, und sagte dann, dass mein rechter Schnürsenkel auch gelöst sei. Überrascht blickte ich nach rechts hinunter. Ja, auch lose.

Henryk hat Dinge gesagt. Er, der Mann, der immer sagt, er schwört aufs Licht und will nichts von der Dunkelheit wissen, hat ein paar Mal Dinge gesagt, die ich sehr merkwürdig fand, es war Humor, aber bemerkenswert dunkel und grauenvoll, und vor allem eines hat mich sofort wie eine Bombe getroffen. Einmal fuhren wir an einem See vorbei, Sumpf, und Henryk scherzte, dass er in diesem See Leichen beschwerte, absenkte und so versteckte. Ich dachte: „Was sagst du mir?! Wo zum Teufel kommt das her?” Und bald dachte ich, glauben Sie mir, ganz unabsichtlich an Mr. Dark, seine Instagram-Fotos und den YouTube-Clip von Ghost Lake und seine düsteren Songs über „We sank our guilt, we sank our crimes“, dass er sich am Fluss umbringen würde, usw.. Ich kenne all diese Texte auswendig!

Und auch in meinem früheren Darkwood-Blog erwähnte ich bereits, dass Henryk “Mehr Schein als Sein” gesagt hatte, als er speziell über Darkwood sprach, und er diese Songs ausdrücklich nicht zur Kenntnis genommen hatte, weil er damit nichts zu tun haben wollte. Aber dieser Satz wird buchstäblich von Mr. Dark in einem seiner Songs gesungen. Geben Sie die kosmische Warnung ein, hier geht etwas Großes vor sich. Ein Twin äußert unabsichtlich wörtliche Sätze sowie Ereignisse oder, wie kann ich es rechtssicher sagen, Gedanken und Erinnerungen, fiktiv oder nicht, an Ereignisse des anderen Twins? Die Wissenschaft hat so oft rätselhafte Zwillingsverbindungen erforscht, die wirklich sehr nach Telepathie aussehen, meiner Meinung nach aber etwas mit so etwas wie Quantenverschränkung zu tun haben könnten. Hereinspaziert sind Henryk Vogel und Henryk Vogel.

Beide mit sehr klarer und kräftiger Stimme, gleiche Haarschnittwahl, ungefähr gleiches Alter, dito Statur und Größe, blonde Haare, blaue Augen, beide wohnhaft in Sachsen, in oder am Rande von Dresden, beide unglaubliche Perfektionisten (was bei ihrem inneren Kernkreis ein Gefühl der Kälte und Unmöglichkeit ergeben kann, diese Perfektion je zu erreichen), Einzelgänger und Besserwisser, beide enorme Naturmenschen, enorm starke Hikers/Wanderer, der eine mit einem sozial aktiven Job, aber gleichzeitig bemerkenswert widerwillig mit einem sozialen, persönlichen und nachvollziehbaren Profil nach außen zu gesellen, der andere ein bekannter Folksänger, aber nur sozial im engsten Umfeld und auch äußerst unwillig, bis ins Absurde, ja, hier rede ich von Mr. Dark, um ein persönliches Profil über sich selbst zu veröffentlichen. Das ist in Folkkreisen bekannt, Mr. Dark ist eine extremste Form von Privatperson und weigert sich, auch nur eine Silbe über seine Privatperson preiszugeben. Oh ja, ich sehe hier viele Drähte laufen, echte Drähte. Also empfehle ich einen Dresden, Sachsen Cold Case? Team ausdrücklich an Mr. Dark zu fragen, warum er so oft über Schuld und Verbrechen singt und in seinem jüngsten Clip sogar Blutstreifen zieht. Und vielleicht mal Ghost Lake erwähnen. Und ich empfehle auch, das Haus Hermannstraße 4 vom Keller bis zum Dach zu durchkämmen. Der kleine Mann muss es nur zulassen. Und ja, ich übernehme die volle Verantwortung für diese Sätze. Ich frage vorerst, ich stelle keine Tatsachen fest. Schließlich kann die Geschichte auch weiter gehen als Mr. Dark selbst, vielleicht ist sie ja zu seinen Eltern und Großeltern übergelaufen. Unschuldig bis zum Beweis des Gegenteils.

Etwas Kurioses: Am Morgen des 29. Oktober 2022 träumte ich kurz von Robbert van den Broeke. Wir waren draußen, Camping-ähnliche Umgebung. Er saß schräg links von mir und erkundigte sich zu meiner Überraschung in gutem Deutsch nach meinem bevorstehenden Darkwood-Blog, und sagte, dass er ihn gern lesen wollte. Ich war überrascht und antwortete ihm auch auf Deutsch (beide Niederländer, zumindest ich bis 2017). Ich sagte: “Ja, ich habe auch fotografiert … wie hast du so gut Deutsch gelernt, “von Dir” (durch dich, selbstständig)?” Er antwortete ruhig und überhaupt nicht, wie ich ihn kenne, ich weiß nicht mehr genau, was er sagte, aber es klang wieder völlig authentisch, Deutsch auf Muttersprachlerniveau. Reinkarnation irgendjemand? Oder was?

October 10, 2022, Hermannstraße 4, Dresden
October 11, 2022, Hermannstraße 4, Dresden.

NB: Henryk gave me the blue jacket with the star on the sleeve, but I lost it in the extreme hectic pace of the return to Davis in the immediate vicinity of the Baggage Claim at San Francisco Airport. I tried “Lost Items” to no avail. This jacket is completely unique, a corporate gift, and the star was appliquéd on it by Henryk because there was a small hole there. If anyone in California sees this jacket anywhere, please take action.

Note: Since this is now important for the content, about the name Henryk Vogel: “vogel” is both Dutch and German for “bird“. So you can in fact read: Henryk Bird, so compare the title bird’s nest, Darkwood’s Nest.


An update already on November 1, 2022.

A passerby on my blogs recognized the house and sent the following comment (gallery >)

Yes, in the basement of this house dwelt betraying evil in the form of the Stasi. Perhaps some form of evil still dwells there, and imo, the house should be combed thoroughly. Stasi successors and (neo) Nazis are still very active in 2022 and a real threat in and around Dresden. Please read for yourself, tip: Google Translate. Of course you don’t have to wait for me to do your own research.


The esteemed visitor of my blog sent even more valuable information:
“Hermannstraße 4 is a so-called individual monument.
The artist Carl Bantzer lived in it between 1904 and 1907, he was the successor of Gotthard Kuehl at the Academy of Fine Arts. Stasi and art Stasi and the economy

End update, start blog.


Driven enormously by the loneliness of the pandemic, I have been actively searching since 2020: is there still a soul mate of Rob Nanninga and me on the earth? This quest brought me through an inimitable cosmic trick not to one, but to two Henryk Vogels in the Dresden area. This is preceded by a very strange cosmic twist, please read my first Darkwood blog from February 2022. Specifically, I departed from Davis on September 30, 2022 and arrived in Dresden on October 1, 2022. On October 16, 2022 I left Dresden in very rumbling physical health (no Corona), caused by the humid European climate unknown to me for eleven years, to fly home. I had not returned to Europe since my emigration in October 2011!

So I had 16 days available for Henryk Vogel in Dresden and the surrounding area, and we mainly spent that time in the immense National Park Sächsische Schweiz. It was explicitly not German Folk music singer Darkwoods Henryk Vogel, Mr. Dark. Henryk and I had even been to the Czech Republic for a while.

In week two I was there, Henryk had his job again, as he couldn’t take two full weeks of vacation. With his house in the middle of nowhere just outside Dresden, he decided and expressed, and he alone, that I had better stay a few days in Dresden city. For my amusement. Since my eldest sister had already sent her new book to Pension Abenrot in Dresden in November 2021 due to shipping costs savings, where I had said that I would stay, and I also picked it up this second October week in Dresden, in 2022, I decided after all, almost a year after the planned date, to settle down with the sweet lady of Pension Abendrot. This guest house is a stone’s throw from Darkwood’s home, Hermannstraße 4. I had planned a stay at this particular guest house at the end of my turbid Darkwood year, in November 2021, when I finally tossed the intense pink glasses with which I used to look at Mr. Dark and the Folk Group Darkwood. I wanted to see this house with my own eyes, because my repeated mail there had never arrived and Mr. Dark gave no explanation for this, even after repeated questions by email and Facebook Messenger.

The fact that Henryk suddenly came up with the fact that because of his work it was better for me to spend a few days alone in Dresden city, downtown, and I had little choice but to go along with it, proves that I had really let go of the whole Darkwood thing and I never even intended to visit the Hermannstraße 4 house in 2022 let alone stay at the Pension Abendrot. But the Kosmos, through Henryk of all people, had other ideas about that. More in the spirit of, “Now you’re here, and now you’re going to finish it too, Constantia.”

In the afternoon of 9 October, Henryk took me there and I settled in the two very comfortable and clean rooms of Pension Abendrot. The next afternoon, October 10, 2022, I walked to the said house and started taking some pictures. The gate was open, but I stood neatly in the street. After maybe five minutes at the most, I suddenly saw movement at the very dated, semi-transparent entrance hall of the house. I looked on in amazement, huh? I had already noticed that Henryk, who had briefly taken a look for me in autumn 2021, and said that nobody lived there, had not seen that correctly, this house was indeed inhabited. For example, I saw an open window, and this house generally assumed that someone was here. And indeed. A very small man of stature, I estimate possibly between 4’95”-5’25”, 1 meter fifty-sixty centimeters, elderly, was stooping in the semi-transparent hall. I suspect he was putting on his shoes. The door now opened completely and the little man came out. I was now filming a bit, but felt no need for a confrontation and walked away with a firm step, looking back twice. The first time I heard his footsteps and quickly walked on. Only at the end of the street did I stop again and quickly looked back. And yes, there was the little man at the gate of that house, looking at me with what I felt threatening look. Had Mr.-Hermannstraße-4 supervisor seen me photograph and did he want to come and get a story?

I returned to the guest house and thought briefly about this development. I could act like a frightened bird now and leave it at this once, but I thought, “Basta, Mr. Dark and associates let me spill all my personal and illustrated outpourings and facts via Facebook and also via email without warning me that it was not a private setting, let me fill the Darkwood Twitter account for a year with so much love and devotion, as I constantly emailed them and sent updates, and only after exactly a year gave me an ice cold response via email full of thinly veiled hatred. Their biggest fan! Obviously I’m not a fan anymore! No, I had no reason to tackle them with velvet gloves. I would return the next day, and now, instead of taking pictures, film the house, even if the little man came out again. And this time I wouldn’t walk away.

No sooner said than done. With freshly washed coiffure and ditto determination I walked back to the house the next day. This time I particularly noticed the bird’s nest, which is curiously draped on a stone wall right at the entrance of the garden of the Darkwood house. The average person would think, “Means nothing”, but I analyzed the Darkwood Folk group and Mr. Dark intensively for a year via my Darkwood Twitter account, intensively listened to all their songs that are full of symbols and deep meanings and illustrated them via tweets. A dilapidated birdhouse was also attached to the house. This nest told me: “This is how the Darkwood Nest is announced”. The house has an extreme maintenance backlog and what is, for example, in the dark basement that has many skylights lined with cast iron bars? I think there is something sinister going on here. I wrote in my earlier blog about the “Nazi house and Nazi money” dream I had about Hermannstraße 4.

We sank our guilt, we sank our crimes,” sings Mr. Dark in “Nothing Left to Lose”, and a new YouTube clip of their hand was added in July 2021, in which the viewer can see that suggested blood smears are brought into the image. Where does dark Dagger music come from? Mr. Dark is literally brandishing a dagger, sword during his concerts. Well, I meant Dark Folk music. Is it just a coincidence, or is there something preceding it? Why does Mr. Dark so often sing melancholically about guilt and penance, about heroism and martyrdom? Where do the ever-dark, black-and-white photos on his Instagram and Facebook come from?

I return to my 16 days with Henryk Vogel. I got to know this other Henryk well, we went out and did all kinds of activities. It has always been in the back of my mind that this is all a cosmic matter, and I remind pseudo skeptics who immediately think this is all nonsense that they don’t need to read this. These two Henryk Vogels are cosmic twins in my opinion. And I don’t even mean this in a vague way, I think there are laws of physics a la quantum entanglement of connected pairs at a distance. You could call them “Soulmates” or maybe “family couples or groups”. I see the two Henryk Vogels as in a yin yang unity, one light with a dark dot, the other dark with a bright dot. There may even be a genetic connection between the two, which neither of them want to know about. But I will not let anyone deprive me of my right to write what I observe.

In my current understanding, the soulmates idea is much broader than the perception that each person would have only one soulmate. I am now thinking of ‘soulmate groups’. What Rob Nanninga and I have, I see as a fully blossomed, unique soulmateship. This was already in development during Rob’s physical life and has fully arisen after Rob’s transition in 2014. Just him and me, a sparkling, fiery soulmate couple, and the cuddly lions that symbolize him. For me Rob will always be the soulmate. I capture all Rob Nanninga related developments under the umbrella of Magical Realism.

Enough things indicate that Henryk and I are indeed in a ‘soulmate group’. Which does not mean that it is a ‘match’ in this life for now. I’ll just mention a few rather playful examples here (and I already gave a heavier lead in the previous Darkwood blog). It turned out to my great pleasure that Henryk’s wardrobe was full of t-shirts, hip and cool jackets and ditto sweaters that all fit me and looked great. Same taste, same size! This was really a mecca for me, I could just almost inexhaustibly dive into his wardrobe and be assured of cool clothes. His specific products for blond hair from Guhl and Schwarzkopf were also an immediate hit. These were the things I had used exactly when I was still living in the Netherlands. He also turned out to be a face mask, skin pampering enthusiast just like me. And so we walked once and his right lace turned out to be loose. He stopped to tie it and then said that my right lace was also untied. Surprised, I looked down to the right. Yes, also loose.

Henryk said things. He, the man who always says he swears by the light and doesn’t want to know anything about the dark, said a few times things that I found very curious, it was humor, but remarkably dark and horrific, and one thing in particular immediately struck me as a bomb. Once we drove past a lake, swamp, and Henryk joked that he weighed down corpses in this lake, lowered them and thus hid them. I thought, “What are you telling me?! Where the hell is this coming from?” And soon I thought, believe me, quite unwittingly of Mr. Dark, his Instagram photos and YouTube clip of Ghost Lake and his dark songs about “We sank our guilt, we sank our crimes”, about committing suicide by the river, etc.. I know all those lyrics by heart!

And also in a previous Darkwood blog I already mentioned the fact that Henryk had said “Mehr Schein als Sein, “More appearances than reality” while he was specifically talking about Darkwood and he had explicitly not taken any notice of those songs, because he wants nothing to do with it. But this phrase is literally sung by Mr. Dark in one of his songs. Enter the cosmic alert, something huge is going on here. The one twin entirely unintentionally utters literal sentences, but also events, or, how to put it legally safe, thoughts and memories, whether or not fictitious, of events of the other twin? Science has so often researched puzzling twin connections that really look a lot like telepathy, but in my opinion could have something to do with something like quantum entanglement. Enter Henryk Vogel and Henryk Vogel.

Both with very clear and powerful voices, same haircut choice, about the same age, ditto build and height, blond hair, blue eyes, both living in Saxony, in or on the outskirts of Dresden, both incredible perfectionists (what may cause a feeling of coldness and impossibility to achieve that perfection among loved ones), Einzelgänger and know-it-alls, both enormous nature people, enormously strong hikers/walkers, the one with a socially active job, but at the same time remarkably unwilling to provide a social, personal and traceable profile to the outside world. the other a well-known Folk singer, but only socially in the very close environment and also extremely unwilling, even to the absurd, yes, here I am talking about Mr. Dark, to release a personal profile about himself. This is well known in Folk circles, Mr. Dark is a most extreme form of private person, and refuses to pronounce even one syllable about his personal life. Oh yes, I see a lot of threads running here, real threads. So I recommend a Dresden, Sachsen Cold Case? team explicitly to ask Mr. Dark why he sings so often about guilt and crime and even draws blood smears in his recent clip. And maybe casually mention Ghost Lake. And I also recommend combing the Hermanstrasse 4 house from basement to top. The little man just has to allow it. And yes, I take all responsibility for these sentences. I am asking for the time being, I am not stating as facts. After all, the story can also go further than Mr. Dark himself, perhaps defecting to his parents and grandparents. Innocent until proven otherwise.

Curiosity. In the morning of October 29, 2022, I briefly dreamed about Robbert van den Broeke. We were outside, camping-like environment. He sat diagonally to my left and to my surprise inquired in good German about my upcoming Darkwood blog, showing that he was eager to read it. I was surprised and also answered him in German (both Dutch, at least me until 2017). I said, “Yeah, I took pictures too… how did you learn German so well, “von Dir” (through yourself, autonomously)?” He answered calmly and not at all as I know him, I don’t remember exactly what he said, but again it sounded completely authentic, native speaker level German. Reincarnation anybody? Or what?


Das Rabengedicht:

Dieses Special ist dem Herzen dieser Webseite gewidmet: dem Weißen Raben. Der Weiße Rabe untersucht die Mischung aus ‘paranormalem’ und paranormalem Betrug, der Weiße Rabe betreibt Wahrheitsfindung, der Weiße Rabe ist der Mittelsmann, der Skeptiker, der zwischen zwei Polen steht, nicht der leichtgläubige Softie, der alles direkt nimmt, aber auch kein Pseudo- Skeptiker, der alles ablehnt, was nicht direkt materiell oder nicht bereits wissenschaftlich erforschtes Gebiet ist. Der Weiße Rabe sucht sorgfältig seinen Weg in die Mäander der wirklichen Tiefe dieser und jenseits dieser Welt.

Das Hintergrundthema dieser Seite, nach der geheimnisvollen Dame mit dem Hoodie am Strand, ist seit einiger Zeit die mystische Atmosphäre von Edgar Allan Poes „Der Rabe“. Ich habe diesem Bestseller-Gedicht im Jahr 2022 etwas hinzuzufügen. Der Rabe in Poes Gedicht repräsentiert die Melancholie, die Hauptfigur des Gedichts hat seine geliebte Lenore an Meister Tod verloren und ist für immer gebrochen. Alle Hoffnung auf eine gute Zukunft ist verloren. „Nevermore“ sagt der schwarze Rabe jedes Mal, wenn die Hauptfigur des Gedichts den ungebetenen Gast um einen Hoffnungsschimmer bittet. Poe durfte während seines physischen Lebens und unmittelbar nach der Veröffentlichung dieses Gedichts seinen eigenen Ruhm erfahren. Kinder auf der Straße rannten hektisch hinter ihm her, ahmten einen fliegenden Raben nach und riefen vor Freude: „Nie mehr!“

Das Gedicht hat sich weltweit eingenistet, und der intelligente schwarze Rabe hat sich auch als Symbol eingenistet, oft zu Unrecht als Bote dunkler Omen. Vielmehr ist der Rabe mit hohem IQ ein Bote sehr tiefer Botschaften. In Poes Fall war es eine Botschaft der Unerbittlichkeit, Lenore ist tot, nicht nachjammern. Ich selbst gehe seit dem Tod von Rob Nanninga im Jahr 2014 (und natürlich von vielen weiteren geliebten Menschen und Tieren) ähnlich damit um. Und nein, wie Poe bin ich nicht erfreut. Betritt Constantia, und Constantia sagt, da ist auch der Weiße Rabe. Er kommt jetzt, im Jahr 2022, und er sagt: „Ja, es gibt Hoffnung, Meister Tod kann besiegt werden, wir schauen jetzt in diese andere Welt, Kontakt mit ‚Verstorbenen‘ ist möglich, weil sie einfach existieren, in einer zeitlosen oder in einer ‘allen-Zeiten-zu-gleicher-Zeit-Welt’. Dies wird ein Thema eines nächsten Blogs sein, Rob Nanninga gibt auch Vorschläge dazu.

Aber der Weiße Rabe sagt in dieser Zeit von Pandemien, Klimakatastrophen und Kriegen noch mehr: „Die Neue Welt steht vor der Tür, Leute, und wer nicht mit mir ist, ist gegen mich und geht über Bord, denn der Frieden will kommen, es tut mir leid, lange genug gewarnt und Chancen gehabt, weiter!” Nun, jeder bekommt viele Chancen, aber es gibt jetzt ziemlich viele echte weiße Friedensfedern zu zeigen, so oder so.

Ich bat Mayumi Acosta, mich in zwei Einstellungen zu fotografieren, einmal mit dem und als der Schwarze(n) Raben, einmal mit dem und als der Weiße(n) Raben. Meister Mayumi war positiv rabiat.

When the desert sun has passed horizon's final light
And darkness takes it's place...
We will pause to take our rest.
Sharing songs of love,
Tales of tragedy.

The souls of heaven
Are stars at night.
They will guide us on our way,
Until we meet again
Another day.
When a poet sings the song and all are hypnotized,
Enchanted by the sound...
We will mark the time as one,
Tandem in the sun.
The rhythm of a hymn.

The souls of heaven
Are stars at night.
They will guide us on our way,
Until we meet again
Another day.
When the dawn has come
Sing the song,
All day long.

We will move as one,
Bear the load
On the road.

The souls of heaven
Turn to stars
Every single night
All across the sky...
They shine.


The Raven Poem:

This Special is dedicated to the heart of this site: the White Raven. The White Raven investigates the mix of ‘paranormal’ and paranormal fraud, the White Raven does truth-finding, the White Raven is the Middelman, the skeptic who stands between two poles, not the gullible softie, but also not the pseudo-skeptic who rejects anything that is not directly material or not already scientifically explored territory. The White Raven carefully searches his way into the meanders of the real depth of this and beyond this world.

The background theme of this site, after the mysterious lady with the hoodie on the beach, has been the mystical atmosphere of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven” for some time now. I have something to add to this bestselling poem in 2022. The raven in Poe’s poem represents the melancholy, the main character of the poem has lost his beloved Lenore to Master Death and is broken forever. All hope for a good future is lost. The black raven just says “Nevermore” every time the main character of the poem begs the uninvited guest for a glimmer of hope. Poe was allowed to experience his own fame during his physical life and immediately after the publication of this poem. Children in the street ran after him, frantically, imitating a flying raven and exclaiming in delight, “Nevermore!”

The poem nestled worldwide, and the intelligent black raven also nestled as a symbol, often unjustly as a messenger of dark omens. Rather, the high-IQ raven is a messenger of very deep messages. In Poe’s case it was a message of implacability, Lenore is dead, deal with it. I myself have been dealing with this in a similar way since Rob Nanninga’s death in 2014 (and of course of many more beloved people and animals). And no, like Poe, I’m not pleased. Enter Constantia, and Constantia says, there’s also the White Raven. He’s coming now, in 2022 and says: “Yes, there is hope, Master Death can be defeated, we now look into that other world, contact with ‘deceased’ is possible, because they do exist, in a timeless or ‘ all-times-at once’ world. This will be a theme of a next blog, Rob Nanninga also gives suggestions for this.

But the White Raven says more: In this time of pandemics, climate disasters, and wars: “The New World stands in the doorway, folks, and whoever is not with me is against me and is to go overboard, for Peace wants to come, sorry, been warned long enough and had opportunities, next!” Well, everyone gets lots of opportunities, but now we really need to show some more white peace feathers, something like that.

I asked Mayumi Acosta to photograph myself in two settings, one with and as the Black Raven, one with and as the White Raven. Master Mayumi was ravenous.

When the desert sun has passed horizon's final light
And darkness takes it's place...
We will pause to take our rest.
Sharing songs of love,
Tales of tragedy.

The souls of heaven
Are stars at night.
They will guide us on our way,
Until we meet again
Another day.
When a poet sings the song and all are hypnotized,
Enchanted by the sound...
We will mark the time as one,
Tandem in the sun.
The rhythm of a hymn.

The souls of heaven
Are stars at night.
They will guide us on our way,
Until we meet again
Another day.
When the dawn has come
Sing the song,
All day long.

We will move as one,
Bear the load
On the road.

The souls of heaven
Turn to stars
Every single night
All across the sky...
They shine.

This blog had a few minor updates in terms of additional examples of fallacies, a larger update on August 24, 2022, some in-between updates after this and a major update again on December 6, 2022, with new fallacies from Skepsis board members Pepijn van Erp and Aliette Jonkers in 2022. These can be recognized by the blue sphere: / 🔵 2022 / at the caption and by the / 🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢 2022 /where it is shown how a fallacy can fall under various categories.

Swamps of Sadness. It is a barren swampland with quicksand-like mud pools. Anyone who becomes depressed while in the swampland sinks into the mud and drowns. Source
“Die Sümpfe der Traurigkeit” appear in Michael Ende’s “The Neverending Story” Featured image: Michael Ende, Die unendliche Geschichte, Illustriert von Sebastian Meschenmoser, Thienemann Verlag, page 60.

t.l.d.r. The collision course and demise of online skeptical discussions demonstrated on the basis of a partial history of the Dutch Skepsis Foundation, its board members, discussion forums and social media, especially Twitter

Content

Skepsis 2005-2014
Kloptdatwel.nl 2011-
The Pandemic
Block, blocker, blocked
The price of hurtful words
How then?
Mrs Screenshot
Fallacies and other not-niceties
The next danger
Update (August 24, 2022 f.f.)

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Skepsis 2005-2014

In 2004-2005 I became involved with the Dutch Skepsis Foundation, when TV host Irene Moors brought together the heads of Rob Nanninga, Jan Willem Nienhuys, both board members of Skepsis, me and many hundreds of others in the FOK topic about self-proclaimed “There Is So Much More” medium” Robbert van den Broeke.

Robbert van den Broeke discussed his critics Jan Willem Nienhuys and me on his YouTube channel. I have already published a lot about him and the group around him on parameter.blog.

My interest arose from my own background: I had (already, more followed) published a book about out-of-body experiences.

With that I had appeared in, among others, the highly popular Dutch talk show Kopspijkers.

An active time with more than 50 topics about the Hoevense self-proclaimed medium followed. The mostly “paranormal” oriented discussions led via FOK to the website of the Skepsis Foundation, where Rob Nanninga was a board member since 1987 and also editor-in-chief of the Skepsis magazine “Skepter” and webmaster since 2002. I also got to know Nanninga and Nienhuys behind the scenes. A friendship with ups and certainly as many downs followed, but it was clear: something special had arisen here between two official Dutch skeps and myself. Nanninga, for example, had me design the front of the Skepter twice.

I attended several Skepsis conferences and in 2010 the James Randi event in Utrecht.

Rob Nanninga and I also discussed the “para photos” of Van den Broeke together and imitated them successfully.

In addition, I had ties with “the other side”: Merkawah (nowadays: Network Near-Death Experiences) and also visited their conference with well-known attendees such as photographer, astrology researcher and writer Rudolf Smit and cardiologist, researcher and writer Pim van Lommel.

In the years that followed, I purposely stayed close to the Skepsis Foundation. Idealistic as I was, I hoped to build a bridge between the “altos” and the “skeps”. In the early days I called myself spiritual, meaning conscious living, looking for answers to existential questions such as: is the Earth a karmic school for people, does reincarnation exist, is there life after physical death? The skeptical and scientific side also interested me explicitly. With my own background, especially in remembering and writing down dreams and experiencing out-of-body experiences, I hoped to contribute to more knowledge among discussion participants, but also to adjust my own ideas about this spirituality if I discovered shortcomings in it. Gradually I learned a lot and that was not only about the content, but also about the form of the discussion. I had never been taught arguing in school, at least not concerning the forbidden use of fallacies. And I can already tell you that, thanks to my time among skeptics, I also adjusted my ideas substantively, from “Certainly, out-of-body experiences must be proof of life after death” to “There are enough indications that the human mind is very versatile, and perhaps the spirit’s survival after physical death is indeed a reality.” So I started to learn both in terms of content and discussion forms!
The highlight was the discussion about Pim van Lommel’s blockbuster “Consciousness Beyond Life”. In addition to Rudolf Smit, psychologist and philosopher Titus Rivas and anesthetist Gerald Woerlee also made their appearance.

Like me, Rudolf Smit is active on both sides. He was present at the founding meeting of the Skepsis Foundation in the International School of Philosophy in Amersfoort in 1987 (at 8 Dodeweg! ;-)). Incidentally, Jan Willem Nienhuys mentions another location, namely the Humanist Association in Utrecht, but also says that there was an earlier attempt at founding. The first Skepter issue appeared in March 1988. In that issue, essential matters such as the goals of the Skepsis Foundation are discussed. Although Skepsis was founded in response to the ambitions of the Committee for the Scientific Investigation of Claims of the Paranormal, abbreviated: CSICOP, and in particular of its very active founder, skeptic and secular humanist Paul Kurtz, Skepsis wanted to be an entirely Dutch experience. with the aim of bringing together as many noses as possible from as many directions as possible for a fruitful, colorful and broad discussion:

Conclusions

What can and should Skepsis learn from these experiences of CSICOP in the US? Personally I think three things:
First of all, all attention must be focused on acquiring the broadest possible base of supporters, people from all backgrounds, all levels of education and all professional groups. This is essential to prevent Skepsis from becoming a scientific dispute that is entrenched in its ivory tower.
In addition, we must prevent polarization from being promoted by Skepsis; after all, it is not about being right, being proved right or winning a dispute, but about presenting a ‘reasonably alternative’ view of reality to society that can be very satisfying for everyone in all situations.

We must strive for a spread over the professional fields of the working group members and the board members. At the moment, there is significantly greater interest in Skepsis among doctors, astronomers and physicists than among economists, sociologists and Dutch scientists. If that turns out to be structural, it will be a serious threat to the viability of the good idea called Skepsis. In that respect, we as board members face a major challenge and task in expanding the organisation. Hopefully we will build something that we can look back on with social satisfaction in ten years’ time. Drs. Bert van Gelder is secretary of Skepsis and works as a sociologist at the University of Amsterdam.” Source: Skepter Volume 1, Issue 1, 1988.

Smit’s contact with Nanninga and Nienhuys dates from about 1990. Smit used to be an astrologer, but after a disconcerting experience with an erroneous exchange of client data, where the client in question had been very satisfied with the interpretation intended for another lady, he had rejected the belief in astrological eloquence. On November 10, 1990, Smit gave a lecture at the Skepsis congress and he had also published several times in the Skepter (volumes 1990, 1992, 1995). His turn from practicing astrologer to astrology skeptic caused Smit to suffer three years of depression, but he had the open-mindedness to adjust his worldview and wrote a raw-honest piece about it.

Hot Skepsis topics were next to Pim van Lommel’s book “Consciousness Beyond Life”, the astrology-Gauquelin discussions, the AWARE studies of Sam Parnia and related near-death experiences topics, the Dentures man and the Pam Reynolds case.

During the vigorous discussions, there were certainly some serious chips, such as Martin Bier’s statement that Pim Van Lommel’s book costs human lives. Martin Bier is occasionally, but for many years already active on the two Skepsis websites, on skepsis.nl and on klopdatwel.nl, and has a PhD in physics.

However, the language remained well under control, there was usually no swearing and the impression was not given that – I am exaggerating only a little now, I think – only stupid and smart people exist on this globe.

The discussions among a mixed group meandered on, among others, genverbrander.nl (registered by me first), stenoomen.nl, kloptdatwel.nl and for example tasmedes.nl. Nienhuys posted on the genverbrander.nl forum under the humorous name “Lichtbol”, meaning “Orb”. After years I deleted the relevant pages and discussions, in which there was a lot of participation, my first blog about Pim van Lommel had even received more than 650 responses. I was able to retrieve this blog and a small part of the comments via Internet Archive.

Nienhuys gradually taught me what an ad hominem was.

A bit of a silly comment from me that James Randi was physically so small, could count on a reprimand from Master Nienhuys: “This is an ad hominem, you shouldn’t do that.” I can’t find the relevant exchange anymore, but here’s a link to a detailed sample discussion page on kloptdatwel.nl about Randi and related like Woerlee, with me in the earlier days, in 2012. It took me a while, but: I learned !

With Nanninga I even came to a Flowerpower moment on February 6, 2011: Rob Nanninga: “@ Sten Luckily we agree on this (a warm virtual hug is coming your way ;-)).”

On kloptdatwel.nl, I also got to know Pepijn van Erp (1972, originally a mathematician) from a distance, because I had emigrated to America in October 2011, and Van Erp had ended up at the Skepsis Foundation at exactly the same time, 2011-2012.

Fast forward 2014. Rob Nanninga passed away! He was only 58 years old! I was deeply shocked, my Skepsis friend had traded the temporary for the eternal.

Pepijn van Erp took over from Nanninga and became content manager of Skepsis. He took over Rob Nanninga’s PC, which was chock full of Skepsis activities.
Together, Jan Willem Nienhuys and I worked on the translation of “Fliegergedicht” (by the German Neofolk band Darkwood that Rob loved) for Rob Nanninga’s In Memoriam booklet.

Kloptdatwel.nl 2011-

The discussion about all sorts of paranormal and less paranormal matters continued to grow on the Skepsis branch kloptdatwel.nl, formally operating independently, which has been officially managed by Maarten Koller since 2011, but was actually mainly in the hands of Pepijn van Erp. The moderation by Van Erp in particular was different from that on skepsis.nl under Rob Nanninga.

Now I am not only speaking about my own experience, but certainly also about that of a number of others, who, like me, had come more from the “alternative” – what is called – corner and with whom I also had contact behind the scenes. If I had felt relatively safe on Skepsis.nl, it was different on kloptdatwel.nl. I was attacked no matter what I said and however I tried to professionalize my discussion techniques. The moderator(s) allowed(s) people to be bullied.

You saw fewer and fewer commenters there and certainly a lot less famous people from both the skeptical and non-skeptical angles. Many commentators came and went, including people I knew personally, such as Rudolf Smit, Titus Rivas and board member of SPR, Study Association for Psychical Research, Fred Melssen. Behind and in front of the scenes, Rudolf Smit tried with all his might to reach the moderation, consisting almost exclusively of Van Erp, but it was like shouting in the desert and Smit also disappeared disappointed from the skeptical discussion stage.

A very small club of regular commenters consisting of Jan Willem Nienhuys, “Wilmamazone/”Wilma S”/”Wilma”, “JennyJo”, “MariannedO”, “Hans/Hans1263”, “RV”, “FVerweren/”FrankVerweven”/” FVerweven”, “Renate1” and a few more people held out and still do. This concerns almost largely anonymous accounts, that is to say: the identity of these people is not known to the visitors of the website.

People were also permanently blocked by Van Erp, such as “Ragnar” (pseudo), “Theo van Bergen” (pseudo), “Mopje” (ditto) and Harry Smit (real name). Incidentally, the regular commentators also got into a fight, for example “Wilma” and “JennyJo”, “Wilma” and “FVerweven”, “Wilma” and “RV” and “RV” and “FVerweven” went for each others throats.

The die-hard “FVerweven” seems to have closed the kloptdatwel.nl door behind him in 2021. “IkBenWeg“: “So you see, if there is no more love and attention for a website, so no strict moderation, then the sleepers and screamers will eventually take over the site. […] Congratulations RV, you have won the site is now yours. I wish everyone a happy turn of the century.”

There is one comment in particular from “FVerweven” on an article by Pepijn van Erp that stayed with me.

That comment fits within the framework of this blog: “FVerweven” on September 8, 2016: “Tuthola: stupid, clumsy, often also prudish, stiff woman. Why call that woman a tuthola, there is no need to do that, right? It’s only giving skeptics a bad reputation.” “FVerweven” aimed at the title of the blog that had immediately set the tone with the word “Tuthola”.

However, blood is thicker than water, and a small hard core remained. Hundreds of comments were sometimes lost at the same time, because commenters, angry at each other and at the moderation, removed them with great fanfare. Again and again I also felt unwillingness or downright hostility, also with the moderator Van Erp and occasionally also with Maarten Koller. In my case I got the impression that not my posts, but only my name and background mattered, so an all-round ad hominem, in which I as a human being was dismissed as a whole. Some of the die-hard commenters even demanded that I publicly distance myself from my out-of-body experiences books and delete my blogs about Rob Nanninga on the double.

When an article appeared on kloptdatwel.nl in 2012 that has some overlap with my books, my contribution was eagerly awaited and people started to grumble now that I was shining through conscious absence. I knew through experience what they were after here: bloody tearing the “para” theme apart and then throwing it out like rubbish, including baby with bathwater. The group of commentators and the moderation there will probably deny this vehemently, but my impression is this: there is no real openness to such themes. In short: I thanked for the “honour”.

After the umpteenth disappointing experience, I shrugged my shoulders and in 2018 I also definitively closed the door on kloptdatwel.nl. The feeling that prevailed among all those who have since dropped off can perhaps be expressed in this way: “You don’t have to knock on the door of the moderation, because you won’t find anyone there anyway”. At the mercy of the wolves! But why was and is it this way and why was there so remarkably little assistance from the moderation corner?

With the arrival of kloptdatwel.nl, the already difficult online Dutch and English dialogue between “Skepsis” and “Alto-land” gradually but unmistakably disappeared. Woerlee and Smit, and other closely involved people, were spotted less and less frequently, until both “parties” seemed to have almost completely withdrawn into their own camps, which in my personal impression still is the case.

Meanwhile, the importance of Facebook, but especially Twitter, grew. The friendly, slightly goofy, Dutch Hippie Flower Power Flowers and Butterflies Hyves (2004-2013) era, where discussions had also taken place, was a nostalgic, distant memory. Van Erp became increasingly active on Twitter. In 2018, as far as he and I are concerned, a turning point occurred. Although Van Erp had published an article in which I was mentioned as a co-main character and in which earlier Robbert van den Broeke cases were elaborated upon, the gap had become too great for me to return to kloptdatwel.nl.

The Pandemic

Fast forward 2020. The Pandemic had arrived! We all plunged into unknown territory and the battle over whether or not vaccinations, the Corona rules and lock downs, mandatory working from home, education via Zoom, mask obligation, vaccination certificates and what else they caused and still cause great unrest at a large part of society. Distrust of the government and mistrust of each other increasingly rose.

The typical Dutch word “wappie” in the sense of “wandering spirit” was initially only used occasionally during the crisis, but gradually it became more and more frequent until finally, at the time of this blog, autumn 2021, it really was the most used “special” word of the year.

Explanatory blogs, whether or not skeptical, have sprung up like mushrooms here and there, but core discussions about Corona and other skeptical topics were no longer mainly held in and under blogs, but mainly on Twitter, Facebook and LinkedIn.
Tweets are easily found by Google and other search engines and are quick and easy to quote, because: short. On Twitter, the character limit per post is currently 280 characters. And inserting a Twitter link url is a piece of cake. However, the limited framework of Twitter requires drastic curtailment, so arguments must also be mentioned in minimal word quantities and threads, sometimes with sixty parts, became inevitable and so something was found again: the Thread Unroller. By now I would describe the counterpart of the unlimited amount of comments and discussions on skepsis.nl among the blogs as extremely dull. What started to strike me more and more was the incredibly raw tone on Twitter, the lack, and sometimes even the complete absence of solid arguments, the profanity and the predominant anonymity of many posters.

When even the always very moderate and extremely well-founded co-founder of the Skepsis Foundation, Marcel Hulspas, started to go out on Twitter in an unmistakable tone, and even used the word “wappie”, I had to swallow.

But maybe Hulspas was shocked by it himself! 😉

A selective look, selected for the content of this blog, at opinion maker Chris Klomp‘s website, namely where it is about “wappies”, illustrates in my opinion the blind spots that exist on both sides, the “skeps and the altos”, of the (Corona -) struggle. I’ve put one sentence in red, which I think can be thought-provoking, given the rest of the titles: “Stop with that hatred towards journalists”. I have also put the use of the word “wappies” in bold.

The war of words on Twitter often transitions seamlessly into doxing or doxing, so beyond the online frame of the tweet, with, for example, posting private addresses and employer names on Twitter.

For example, on August 15, 2020 Pepijn van Erp posted in response to a post from the Twitter account “Ethics is everywhere” with a photo of a Corona demonstration with, admittedly, blurred children with a “Star of David” the full name of the father of the two children. Although Gert van Dijk of the “Ethics is everywhere” account posted precisely to expose something, I thought that was a tweet that can cause extra rottenness. My assessment was correct, as it turned out, because soon after, for example, the unblurred photo of the children appeared (which is still online at the time of writing this blog). When I sent an alarmed mail to Jan Willem Nienhuys about it, Nienhuys did not respond. Van Erp did delete the tweet.

Block, blocker, blocked

In April 2020, I was suddenly blocked without explanation on Van Erp’s personal Twitter account, even after a few online inquiries. On Twitter I occasionally respond to him from my involvement with the Skepsis Foundation, to my knowledge and memory always in a good mood or civilized. I had not emailed him since November 2019. This requires a brief explanation. Van Erp and I e-mailed at our leisure, and there were many occasions because of the Robbert van den Broeke case and also because of kloptdatwel.nl. Because the Van den Broeke case was a long-lived one, the number of emails amounts to many hundreds, to be precise: 4483 emails from me to Van Erp, explicitly including many group emails, because many people participated in the Robbert van den Broeke discussion, and 945 emails from Van Erp to me. Exactly one year later, he also blocked me on the Twitter Skepsis account he manages. In my opinion this was of a different order. I haven’t done blocks at all for quite some time now (probably a few years now). After all: Twitter will remain visible, unless you lock your account completely. Blocking actually calls for taking screenshots, because you can’t join the discussion at the bottom of the tweet for your comment(s). With blocks you send a message to the other person: “You no longer exist for me”. I continue(d) to respond to Van Erp’s tweets, but because I had no other choice, indirectly, i.e. via screenshots, and certainly when I decided to write this blog about my disturbing observations about skeptical discussions. Here’s an example of my response.

He had briefly unblocked me once, when Eelco de Rook, an online Twitter friend, briefly discussed Van Erp’s blocking behavior on Twitter with me, but after a very short exchange in which, in my firm impression, Pepijn van Erp gave irrelevant arguments and just was out of focus, and I mentioned my observation of this too, I went back on his block.

His now fellow Skepsis board member, since about spring 2021, medical journalist Aliette Jonkers already blocked me in early 2020 after I tweeted about her participation about the Corona Virus in Koffietijd that I liked the “doctor look” of her profile picture more than her “glamor look”, which she mistakenly took as an insult. Which I also said conciliatory, but by then it was already too late. It was just a comment, not meant ad hominem, I only knew her from that profile picture where she wears a white blouse which created a positive “doctor feeling” in me. When I did respond substantively and substantiated it a little later, about flu figures in the US that I believe she had misinterpreted in her performance in Koffietijd, I never heard anything again and I remained blocked by her forever (my account name was still Robbert van den Broeke related @genverbrander10).

In fact, being blocked can feel like a form of censorship. Affected tweets will no longer be visible if you are logged in yourself and Twitter messages will constantly appear: “You can’t view this Tweet because this account owner restricts who can view his Tweets”.

What remains of enthusiasm and benevolence on the skeptic side if people who (partly) think differently want to contribute to discussions? At a certain point after Van Erp’s block, I was responded to on some of my tweets on kloptdatwel.nl, and Pepijn van Erp responded to kloptdatwel.nl as follows: “I deleted the discussion about Oomen anyway, it didn’t make much sense to me and just feeds her curious obsession with Skepsis, Kloptdatwel and my tweets.” Reactions about me, including his own reaction, have since been completely removed by Van Erp.

Behind the scenes I sometimes e-mailed Jan Willem Nienhuys about the increasingly absent discussion among the skepsis.nl blogs, and also about kloptdatwel.nl and the statements of Van Erp and also reported this a few times on Twitter because I like to work with an open visor. My more recent emails were also about ad hominems such as the frequently used word “incitement creationist” by Van Erp. But after Rob Nanninga’s death, and with a reserve that I increasingly thought I could detect in Nienhuys, Nienhuys and I no longer seemed on the same page. When I once criticized the ins and outs of Skepsis/Kloptdatwel, Nienhuys responded in an email of Thursday, December 22, 2016 that he was not open to criticism or feedback from people who “not even” subscribe or donate to Skepsis (I did in the past). I don’t see how that makes a difference. To my surprise, Jan Willem Nienhuys wrote to me that “Each man speaks in his own fashion.” and he did not respond at all to my ad hominem emails. The non-ad hominem rule that applied to me apparently did not apply to Skepsis board member Pepijn van Erp. An uneasy idea began to dawn on me: was there perhaps double standards here by the two mathematical board members of Skepsis: Nienhuys and Van Erp?

Very occasionally I also had contact via Twitter with Catherine de Jong of the Association against Quackery, who is closely involved in the Skepsis board and attends meetings. I asked her to talk to Van Erp to ask him to remove his blockade against me, because this does not create a uniform image among people that we, in particular Rob Nanninga, Jan Willem Nienhuys, Pepijn van Erp and I, scrutinized in the past together, such as the aforementioned Hoeven Robbert van den Broeke. This question was met with resistance. De Jong said that Van Erp had personal concerns, but when I stated that everyone has them and that in my opinion that is no reason for this kind of hostility, she fell silent.

The Pandemic continued to plague and emotions on Twitter rose, not least because of people like Janet Ossebaard, Donald Trump and QAnon supporters, but in my opinion certainly also by people who expressed their disapproval in increasingly strong terms. This was no longer a civilized discussion, but rather a bloody attempt to tear apart “adversaries”. Twitter’s Abuse button was clicked more than ever.

All these statements were taken 100% verbatim from Twitter accounts in 2020-2021 and expressed in particular on the following Twitter accounts: Skepsis board member @pjvanerp (the majority), Skepsis board member @aliettejonkers, @DanielTuijnman ea. The statement above left “Shut the f up, wappie” comes from Chris Klomp.

The price of hurtful words

Already in the early prelude to Skepsis, a very unsavory case had arisen, which showed that uttering suspicious, hurtful words can be very hard when someone is already feeling vulnerable. It concerns the case of the French psychologist Michel Gauquelin. The Mars effect hypothesis was first published by Gauquelin in 1955 and stated that Mars occupies certain positions in the sky more often in the birth of sports champions. Jan Willem Nienhuys had only started working with all the data after Gauquelin’s death, but this did not prevent him from attacking Gauquelin firmly posthumously.

This has been one of the biggest brain teasers among skeptics: is there still more than skeptics think possible? In 1991, Skepsis hosted a European skeptical conference, ‘A Critique of Astrology’, at which this Mars effect was discussed in detail. Participants included astrology/psychology leaders: Rudolf Smit, Geoffrey Dean, Suitbert Ertel and Michel Gauquelin. Gauquelin was beset by a deluge of skeptical attacks after the release of his Mars effect data, and the case has literally lasted more than half a century and well past Gauquelin’s death. This pen struggle also finds expression in the book Tests of Astrology (Page 79, edition 2016. Auteurs Dean, Mather, Nias & Smit): “Later, in Dutch, in his 2012 obituary of Paul Kurtz, Nienhuys says Gauquelin “alleged” the Comité Para had replicated the Mars effect, implying (wrongly) that they hadn’t, see […]. He then accuses Gauquelin of cheating (“I cannot call it otherwise“) and of deceiving people about his data, both of which are untrue, but says nothing about the extraordinary bad behaviour of Mars effect skeptics including Kurtz that led to accusations of self-serving bias, see […], the same self-serving bias that Nienhuys seems incapable of avoiding.”

Gauquelin, at the age of sixty-two and 128 days after this skeptical congress, committed suicide, after his second wife had also left him, in this vulnerable time.
Behind the scenes there had been a big clash about this between Rudolf Smit and Rob Nanninga, when Nanninga saw a letter sent in by Smit in TvP (Tijdschrift voor Parapsychologie, In Vol 77, Nr 3, 2010) about this case a year and a half later. Smit had strongly criticized the working method of skeptics in general and Nanninga, who thought he also meant Jan Willem Nienhuys, had made a strict demand on Smit: rectification in the form of an apology. When it later transpired that Nanninga had not read the letter to the reader properly, he reneged on his hard demand and his commitment to both truth and softness proved to be true, for he admitted his mistake in conciliatory and remarkably soft words (full correspondence in possession of CO).

And also within the board ranks of Skepsis the water was (and still is?) bubbling vigorously. That started very early, when, in addition to Jan Willem Nienhuys and Rob Nanninga, Marcel Hulspas was also a board member. These three were there from the start, Nanninga is mentioned as a board member from the second issue of the Skepter. The colophon of all Skepters clearly shows how the positions shifted, new people came in and left, but the hard core, consisting of Marcel Hulspas, Jan Willem Nienhuys and Rob Nanninga, remained.

Until suddenly Marcel Hulspas resigned from the Skepter issue of December 2002. Behind the scenes, emotions ran high about the handling of Christian matters of faith in the Skepter, with Rob opposing and Marcel in favour. Jan Willem Nienhuys about the departure of Hulspas: “A few things changed at Skepsis at the end of 2002. Chief editor Marcel Hulspas of Skepter wanted to print a chapter of a book by the English psychologist Nicholas Humphrey, translated and summarized by me at his request. Rob was opposed: it was an over-simplified anti-religion piece, and besides it was very old cake, because it was a well-known Amnesty lecture that had been on the internet for five years already. Such old foreign scraps, that’s nothing for Skepter. Hulspas had been doing less and less of Skepter for a while. He had long been working on a book about the sources of the Old Testament, which finally appeared in 2006. He also made vague allusions to the expansion of Skepsis’ scope: not just UFOs, altos and astros, but a frontal attack on religion and never mind the freethinkers of “De Vrije Gedachte”. The result was that he decided to break with Skepsis immediately.
That this struggle for “skeptical tolerance” is timeless is evidenced by a random sentence from the Wikipedia page about the prominent and already mentioned skeptic Paul Kurtz: “At the Council of Secular Humanism’s Los Angeles conference (7–10 October 2010), tension over the future of humanism was on display as Kurtz urged a more accommodationist approach to religion while his successors argued for a more adversarial approach.”

I have known this first color edition of the Skepter since the Robbert van den Broeke time 2005-2006 because of the “Paranormal blue tits”. At one point I had put the genverbrander.nl domain up for sale and I had promised the proceeds to the Dutch Bird Conservation. I had used the beautiful Blue Tit front for the website. Unfortunately there were no buyers and I transferred the domain name for free to Stichting Skepsis in March 2015 via Pepijn van Erp. Only since writing this blog did I know that this cheerful yellow-green issue of the Skepter with my favorite animal species on it: the bird! is Rob Nannninga’s hand in his first capacity as editor-in-chief of the “Skepter”.


Frictions or differences in ambitions were also apparent from the fact that Jan Willem Nienhuys made a trip to the Dutch Association against Quackery in 2009-2010, where he suddenly turned out to be a webmaster and published many articles there in a short period of time. I was very surprised about that at the time, because he suddenly seemed to have left Skepsis.nl and I emailed Nanninga and Nienhuys extensively about it. On Monday 11 May 2009, Rob Nanninga wrote to me: “They asked JW if he wanted to become website editor and apparently that appealed to him. I don’t know much about it. I also only knew that he had written a big book about China the day it was published.” and on the same day: “He actually switched, although he didn’t announce it (I only saw it when I looked at the website of the VtdK).” After more than a year it turned out that after some time Nienhuys’ emotions had run very high and he, in addition to being a spokesman, was no longer even a member of the Association against Quackery. Rob was hesitant about it and wrote, among other things, that he had more pleasant things to do.

Jan Willem Nienhuys’ Association against Quackery Exercise did not last long. About a year and a half later, in the fall of 2010, Nienhuys had left with a silent drum, towards the outside world, but with a loud one behind the scenes. Reasons for his departure were partly due to his dissatisfaction with the VtdK policy. Nienhuys criticized the VtdK because, according to him, it had not conducted its own research since time immemorial, but was always rushing to criticize research carried out by the Skepsis Foundation, furthermore it was mainly aimed at mere doctors’ input and according to him, sought publicity in a careless manner. I also emailed the VtdK to ask about this departure. On Thursday, November 25, 2010, I received what I think is a strange reaction. I will paraphrase again to respect email secrecy. It was confirmed that Nienhuys was completely gone after a disagreement and a proposal from me to design their Twitter logo (an idea I had at the time, don’t ask) was rejected because of my publications about out-of-body experiences and astral eroticism. After all, I belonged to the “parties contested” (this wording was used literally).
This is, of course, ad hominem as being placed over a person as a whole. After all: because of books about my “astral” out-of-body experiences, my graphic ideas were also rejected. It would have been understandable to me if I had been a medical quack, but my publications on out-of-body experiences are just that: a description and interpretation of universal consciousness experiences, which has nothing to do with medical quackery. This was also felt by Nienhuys who never saw any harm in my “astral activities”.

The aforementioned co-founder of Skepsis, Marcel Hulspas, turned out also not to be a fan of the Association against Quackery in 2013, as evidenced by the fulminating piece he published on ThePostOnline.

But things also did not always go smoothly between Nienhuys and Nanninga, with Rob Nanninga being the advocate of greater tolerance towards the actions of dissenters, such as “even” public speaking rights for people who “sell dangerous nonsense”. This became apparent in 2010 from a jousting back and forth following a Skepsis blog regarding a lecture by the still active Johan Oldenkamp. In an email that I believe Rob Nanninga was the only one ever to label “This mail is private” at the bottom of all his mails (not the mail shown in this paragraph), he wrote that his ethics differed from those of Jan Willem Nienhuys (paraphrased and under omission of the rest). The blog in question was later removed from the Skepsis website altogether due to this haggling.

Most words don’t hurt. But words that lack tolerant subtlety, trust in the goodness of the innkeeper or substantiation, or a combination of these troublemakers, can have very serious consequences. These kinds of words seem to be on the rise, which was shockingly reflected in the (Social Media) Era of Donald Trump with the absolute anti-climax of the storming of the Capitol that I, as an official American since 2017, watched with tears in my eyes from a safe distance in Davis, California.
The consequences of hard or derailed battles of words can be financial. Lawsuits come with a hefty price tag. Actions and deeds can also arise from it, crimes such as arson, attacks, sometimes even fatal, as was the case with the QAnon several times.

Since my story continues to follow the Skepsis Foundation, here too follows the example of differences between the online active board members of the Skepsis Foundation. Skepsis board members who were and are highly visible online or publicly (TV, radio, etc.) were always in the minority. If Rob Nanninga successfully managed to stay out of the hands of angry recipients free of charge during all those years 1987–2014 with his often lengthy and in-depth articles on thorny subjects, Van Erp was unable to do so in a much shorter period of time.

Nanninga had to take on a one-time lawsuit in 1994-1995 against prosecutor Wies Moget, who talked people into false and harmful memories in a cult-like setting, which Nanninga had successfully brought up, after which Moget’s institute no longer received financial support from the Dutch GGD and social services. However, he was so substantiated that all charges were dismissed by the judge and Moget had to reimburse all legal costs incurred. Rob Nanninga is also known for his rather descriptive pieces in which the accusation usually only emerges in a subtle or consciously hypothermic way. He didn’t use explicit, offensive terms, and when he did use them, they certainly weren’t numerous, well-embedded, and clearly not written in the tenor of loose hail.
Jan Willem Nienhuys speaks about Rob’s careful and mild character: “Many people have testified how Rob always remained polite and respectful in his contacts with people he disagreed with. […] He was a perfectionist. His legacy is about 600 pages of thoroughly researched articles. […] Rob was in a sense the skeptic’s skeptic. Many skeptics and rationalists have a tendency to preach for the converted, but this wasn’t Rob’s style. He was strict in his views, urban legend researcher Peter Burger wrote to me, but mild in his statements and communications. He was typically a reasonable and cooperative man. […] Rob sometimes explained that when he started on a subject, he often didn’t know anything about it, but then he studied it until he knew it thoroughly. You can imagine this was hard work, with sometimes surprising results. […] He always was worried that he would make a mistake that would cost Skepsis its scientific reputation.
In line with this: Nanninga wrote to me in response to his lengthy article about the Moon sect that he was a little tense whether someone was going to sue him, but that never happened, and the Moget case cost Skepsis nothing or very little in terms of financial costs.

The court in Groningen rejected the demand on 15 December 1995, because it concluded Skepsis had not been unnecessarily offensive or grievous, and Nanninga had backed up all of his claims well. Wikipedia


As mentioned, the Skepsis board member of Erp did not manage to stay out of serious Skepsis problems. He wrote a blog about the American-Italian nuclear physicist Ruggero Santilli and used a few sentences and formulations that inflamed the Santillis to such an extent that they (Ruggero Santilli with his wife Carla in his wake) sued both Pepijn van Erp, Skepsis chairman Frank Israel and also Van Erp’s provider in 2016-2017 as “bearer of the offensive words”. Frank Israel had nothing to do with it at all, but the offended Santilli was unstoppable and if Van Erp and Israel did nothing, Israel (and of course Van Erp too) would find his entry options into the United States severely hampered because of this lawsuit that would then remain pending. That would indeed have been a problem for Israel, as he regularly traveled to the United States as an astronomer.

In particular, Van Erp had used the following sentences, which Santilli saw as a potential loss of income, with the title itself in particular being a thorn in the side: “The Continuing Stupidity of Ruggero Santilli”, “fringe scientist Ruggero and with the venom in the tail, the last sentence: “Is Santilli just a mad professor? Or is he a cunning scam artist trying to sell his ‘Santilli-ofocus-scopes’ (or even better: stock in his businesses) to people who fall easily for sciency sounding nonsense? Maybe both …” Perhaps Van Erp could have removed the text altogether or removed and modified the offending sentences, but he didn’t. And that cost him a very expensive case, a lawsuit that cost the Skepsis Foundation almost a quarter of a million dollars (more than two hundred thousand euros). Santilli wanted compensation that could possibly run into the millions.

Rob Nanninga had managed to raise the Skepsis buffer to a comparable amount, a quarter of a million euros, through a very frugal lifestyle (he lived in his mother’s house and charged very modest fees for all his Skepsis services). Jan Willem Nienhuys about this sober monk mentality of Rob: “The financial situation of Skepsis is healthy, but Rob shortchanged himself, by allowing himself to be grossly underpaid. Actually he hardly thought about money, except when his banking account was empty. He was working on Skepter day and night. It’s ironic that the enemies of Skepsis claim that we are handsomely rewarded by Big Pharma. 

Skepsis was up to the mark and successfully appealed to the donors, with several (very) generous donors (donations of up to 20,000 euros from one generous donor) who wished to remain anonymous. The case resulted in an exemption for Frank Israel, because he demonstrably had nothing to do with it, and a settlement for Van Erp, in which Van Erp adjusted the title and removed the offending last sentence. But the money spent on lawyers never came back. Skepsis managed to bring the buffer back to the old level over time through the very loyal support of generous supporters. Jan Willem Nienhuys also wrote an article about it in the Skepter.

Not long afterwards, in 2018-2019, Pepijn van Erp had another lawsuit that was also about offensive words from Van Erp. A book review in which Van Erp had used the word “plagiarism”, among other things, angered publicist, photographer and entrepreneur Willem Middelkoop and he took Van Erp to court. However, the judge rejected the demands.

Think of Vonnegut when ordering a book from your sympathetic local bookstore.
Screenshot Ionica Smeets tweet

How then?

Before I present a series of skeptical fallacies below, I gradually arrive at the summit. In my opinion the conclusion should be that the discussion between “skeps” and “altos”, in a newer guise also called “skeps” and “wappies”, has never been really good. And that the Skepsis board was sometimes rolling over the ground with each other. And with their “sister organization” The Association against Quackery! There were many people such as Rob Nanninga, Rudolf Smit and I who would have loved to have stayed in the colorful discussion, but the battle often just became too hard and people got hurt, and did not dare or no longer dare. The same thing is happening now, and in my view ten times more, on social media after the world plunged into the Pandemic. Times of crisis add fuel to the fire because people get stressed.
Explicitly on a personal note, I want to go a bit more in-depth, and since this is a blog, I think I’m allowed to. What is it that discussing with dissenters turns out to be so difficult, and quarrels seem almost inevitable? Is one’s own being right so important that it is more important than the fellow man who (partly) thinks differently?
My theory is that the explanation can be found in the French mid 17th century word “chagrin“, Dutch “chagrijn(ig)”. In Dutch, this word is more commonly used to indicate a bad mood. The deep hidden meaning of people lashing out at each other, berating each other, not wanting to hear each other, blocking each other is a feeling of not feeling well, which I believe stems from sadness and “life stress”. And seldom are the people who do not know sadness and/or life stress at all! How we deal with that is another matter.
Earlier I asked the question why the feeling of “Thrown to the wolves” on kloptdatwel.nl is so strong. I have come to the conclusion that the moderator himself was at the mercy of the wolves and that no one stood up for him then. Sadness. That is a vicious circle that can only be broken with love.
This blog arose out of dissatisfaction with, in particular, the skeptical actions and expressions of Skepsis board member Pepijn van Erp. I don’t want to beat around the bush on that. But I think I now know what Van Erp’s “chagrin” consists of after experiencing a real and intense Californian trip (behind the scenes I am willing to explain this partially). That immediately made me 100% more understanding, I was even off the map for days out of pure compassion. I reported this on Twitter. But when I saw new “not-niceties” on Van Erp’s Twitter account after my Twitter notifications, I thought that everyone makes choices in this life. Everyone has traumas and “challenging” qualities to a greater or lesser extent, as the Americans say so beautifully (“challenge” instead of “weakness” or something like that). That is why I believe that adjustment is desirable in any case.
In this regard, I would like to point out to anyone without accusing fingers what unites us: all the sadness and happiness that comes with living on this incredibly rare and beautiful planet. A planet that is under heavy pressure right now, which is reflected in Climate Change. The news doesn’t make you happy unless you are a sadist. International cooperation without the exclusion of any country has proved to be the only option. Only when all countries take each other seriously and try to work with the differences and the similarities does this incredibly colorful planet have a chance again. And with people, animals and nature in general. At the micro level, this single opportunity translates into mutual respect for differences and similarities. Don’t use words like “wappies” and “You’re stupid” anymore, no one is worth more than the other. Being right or wrong is less important than a civilized society in which no one is excluded. So don’t use fallacies, don’t berate, don’t block, have fun and positive lessons! in the differences instead of feeling disgust, and from there try to secure the future for the children of this earth, children of men, children of animals and all children of nature.

Journal of Anomalistics
Zeitschrift für Anomalistik
Vol 21, Issue 1, 2021

uitgegeven door
Gesellschaft für Anomalistik,
Psychologie und Psychohygiene

And what is also important: if you do want to discuss, try to be really open to arguments that make sense. Every self-respecting discussion participant must be prepared without fear and I would even say: to proudly leave certain prejudices behind and if necessary even throw out entire parts of their own world view. Proud of the proven courage you have shown. If you are not willing to adjust or learn something, you can speak of a false position towards the other. That’s not respectful. For me, Rudolf Smit, who put his astrology ideas aside, even when this caused him a serious identity crisis for three years, is a great example.
However difficult and laborious it may be, the discussion must remain, and may even be completely omitted during blessed moments of sitting together around a beautiful campfire. Hey, if the aliens really do arrive in such a way that we see it too, then we don’t want to just have to explain with redheads of shame what all those smoking rubble and word-debris on the earth mean?
* Extract from magazine > illustration accompanying this paragraph is from Journal of Anomalistics / Zeitschrift für Anomalistik, Vol 21, Issue 1, 2021, published by Society for Anomalistik, Psychology and Psychohygiene

Mrs Screenshot

Someone suddenly called me “Mrs Screenshot” on Twitter. Indeed I take a lot of screenshots, this has grown spontaneously. Only recently did I get to my take on this side of me. I once again had an idea and it concerned the nostalgic Dutch TV series Tita Tovenaar:

My father is a wizard,
It’s real, it’s real, it’s weird but true
A Tita Wizard,
It’s weird, it’s weird, it’s weird
He taught me too
But sometimes things go wrong
And if it doesn’t go the way I want, I’ll do this,
And everything stands still!

What is a screenshot other than a freeze of the situation? Not! It’s exactly that: you clap your hands (shift+command+4 on the MacbookPro for example) and the situation comes to a standstill. You’ve frozen it, for eternity if you must, or at least for as long as the digital version is preserved. It can make people uncomfortable because nobody is always at their best. Screenshots can shed light on the path and if every day is hit with the fallacies and the name-calling, then we should really scratch our heads and adjust each other respectfully.

With the following list of fallacies and a few other things that I have named myself, because I could not find the correct existing name, I want to expressly say that as far as I am concerned this is not a game whether I have given the correct name of the fallacy in the screenshot. Anyone who thinks that is the case may not have a clear idea of ​​the meaning of my blog. I’ve consulted a few reputable lists and they also say that it is sometimes difficult to find the right denominator, also because a fallacy sometimes seems to fall under a few umbrellas. I would like to invite the reader to join me in looking at the kind of fallacy and, if necessary, come up with a different category. It’s not about being right with this list, it’s about showing something. I was accused on Twitter of leaving out necessary context with my screenshots and referencing the skeptic fallacies. My reaction to that is that the fallacies really usually stand on their own. If someone shouts: “You have a lower education than me, so shut up”, then that is a fallacy, even without context, and in this case it is an ad hominem. If someone just says: “Wappie, shut up”, then that is a fallacy, and that is from the category “Dismissal without arguments”. Only in rather rare cases, in my view, is a more elaborate context indeed necessary, such as the one time on Twitter when I purposely built in an ad hominem in response to someone who really didn’t understand how Pepijn van Erp was adhominating. I only added “A H” as an alert (but that alert was not detected!). The person immediately fell into my educational trap, but had already blocked me before I could explain the context of my ad hominem.

Incidentally, in my opinion, people are now increasingly shielding with “fallacies knowledge” in itself, so again as a “counter-argument” in itself. Perhaps people can think differently about things, but I think that after this summary of screenshots, most readers will understand where my concern lies.

Fallacies and other not-niceties

There are many great lists on the internet about faux-pas in discussions and these lists of wrong types of arguments – sometimes you can hardly even call them arguments – are long. I’ve worked with these two lists and many “arguments” fall into more than one category, for the most part, I’ve only classified the screenshots once, file names give clues about other possible categories…

Update August 24, 2022 f.f.

Less than a year has passed since this blog was first published. At a global level, unprecedentedly intense things have happened and are still happening, the pandemic that just won’t budge, even though many people like to pretend it’s over, yet another virus that has now suddenly started actively traveling across the border, climate disasters in the form of daily, new dizzying weather records, droughts and floods, the Russia war that broke out almost parallel to the start of the Chinese Year of the Water Tiger, which started in February of this year. The Water Tiger lets out his extended roar in full regalia (still 5 months to go, folks). And the emotions among people are not left behind. The World Peace, which wants to come, is beyond doubt for me personally, but asks of us that we treat each other and the earth correctly, this is my contribution to that.

With a blue sphere / 🔵 2022 / I indicate the new fallacies, and with an example based on Pepijn van Erp, / 🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢 2022/, I also indicate how a fallacies can be classified under a whole series of denominators. I have selected six of them for this purpose, but I am willing to bet that you will find even more categories. It’s still not about the “I’m right” category game, it’s about us arguing correctly. The whole of collected types of fallacies, which also still grows organically, is in any case a complex to understand whole, therefore one should not get fixated by these categories, but simply learn to understand and then also apply that there is indeed such a thing as an impure and pure as possible way to discuss with people. In other words, the categories are a tool, not an end in themselves.
Newly inserted fallacy: Motte-and-bailey


Ad Hominem (Argument To The Man)

Affirming The Consequent
Amazing Familiarity

Ambiguous Assertion


Appeal To Anonymous Authority
Appeal To Authority


Appeal To Coincidence
Appeal To Complexity
Appeal To False Authority
Appeal To Force
Appeal To Pity


Appeal To Widespread Belief (Bandwagon Argument, Peer Pressure, Appeal To Common
Practice)
Argument By Dismissal


Argument By Emotive Language (Appeal To The People)

Argument By Fast Talking
Argument By Generalization
Argument By Gibberish (Bafflement)

Argument By Half Truth (Suppressed Evidence)

Argument By Laziness (Argument By Uninformed Opinion)
Argument By Personal Charm
Argument By Pigheadedness (Doggedness)
Argument By Poetic Language
Argument By Prestigious Jargon
Argument By Question
Argument By Repetition (Argument Ad Nauseam)
Argument by Rhetorical Question

Argument By Scenario
Argument By Selective Observation

Argument By Selective Reading
Argument By Slogan

Argument By Vehemence + Vulgar Language (added December 6, 2022)


Argument From Adverse Consequences (Appeal To Fear, Scare Tactics)


Argument From Age (Wisdom of the Ancients)
Argument From Authority
Argument From False Authority
Argument From Personal Astonishment
Argument From Small Numbers
Argument From Spurious Similarity
Argument Of The Beard
Argument To The Future
Bad Analogy
Begging The Question (Assuming The Answer, Tautology)


Burden Of Proof


Causal Reductionism (Complex Cause)
Contrarian Argument
Changing The Subject (Digression, Red Herring, Misdirection, False Emphasis)


Cliche Thinking
Common Sense
Complex Question (Tying)


Confusing Correlation And Causation
Contra Stichting Skepsis Statuten Objectives
The Skepsis Statutes (New category, not from main list, inserted by CO on December 6, 2022.)

Disproof By Fallacy
Dehumanization (Not from main list, inserted by CO)

🔵 2022 – “As if conspiracy theorists and peers read serious newspapers…” – Added September 30, 2022


Doxing (Not from main list, inserted by CO)


Equivocation


Error Of Fact


Euphemism
Exception That Proves The Rule
Excluded Middle (False Dichotomy, Faulty Dilemma, Bifurcation)
Extended Analogy


Failure To State


Fallacy Of Composition
Fallacy Of Division
Fallacy Of The General Rule
Fallacy Of The Crucial Experiment
False Cause
False Compromise
Genetic Fallacy (Fallacy of Origins, Fallacy of Virtue

Godwin / (Not from main list, inserted by CO)


Having Your Cake (Failure To Assert, or Diminished Claim)
Hypothesis Contrary To Fact
Inconsistency
Inflation Of Conflict
Internal Contradiction
Least Plausible Hypothesis
(Pure) Malice (new category, newly inserted by CO on January 4, 2022)

Lies


Meaningless Questions
Misunderstanding The Nature Of Statistics (Innumeracy)
Moving The Goalposts (Raising The Bar, Argument By Demanding)

Impossible Perfection)
Needling
Non Sequitur
Not Invented Here
Outdated Information
Pious Fraud
Poisoning The Wells

Psychogenetic Fallacy
Reductio Ad Absurdum
Reductive Fallacy (Oversimplification)

Reifying
Short Term Versus Long Term
Slippery Slope Fallacy (Camel’s Nose)


Special Pleading (Stacking The Deck)


Statement Of Conversion
Stolen Concept
Straw Man (Fallacy Of Extension)


Tu Aussi, Brutus / You Too, Brutus – Doing Things Yourself That You Blame The Other (Not from main list, inserted by CO)


Two Wrongs Make A Right (Tu Quoque, You Too)
Weasel Wording

The next danger?

And the next danger may already be lurking. The new development manifested itself to me on September 25, 2021 when Pepijn van Erp suddenly started talking about a new book by philosopher Cees Zweistra, “Truth seekers”, “They are not crazy, they are not stupid. They are evil“. Dangerous, because: if you start portraying a certain part of your society as “dangerous people”, what is the next step? That is a ball that I would “like” to throw at you as a reader. Nuf said.

Constantia Oomen in een email naar Jan Willem Nienhuys op 6 oktober 2013
Constantia Oomen email to Jan Willem Nienhuys, October 6, 2013
Translation of above email

With thanks to Eelco de Rook and Rudolf Smit

Constantia Oomen

Stan Pluijmen
Stan Pluijmen

Who is Stan Pluijmen? “Recently I got this question with this YouTube clip. Stan Pluijmen has been involved in the Joran van der Sloot case for a long time, but remains relatively (very) unknown. How I came to this specific blog, you can read in previous blogs, the first blog dates from 2015.

Stan Pluijmen was born on January 16, 1989 in Geleen in Limburg. Alternative spelling of his name is “Stan Pluymen”. According to Stan’s reports, he met Joran van der Sloot in 2008. Both are avid poker players.

Stan Pluijmen, older photo

In 2009, Stan’s name surfaced for the first time in the media as the security consultant who discovered in 2008 that there was a pizzas-for-one-cent security leak at Just-Eat.nl. Nu.nl also reports about this case.

Murderous thoughts

Fast forward 2010: Van der Sloot had fled after interrogation in the Natalee Holloway case, and his thoughts and impulses about money, and his despair about the lack of it, grew ever greater. After his attempt to blackmail Beth Holloway in 2010, the FBI was on high legs regarding Joran. On the exact day, exactly five years after Natalee Holloway’s disappearance, on May 30, 2010, he killed Stephany Flores. Shortly before this act he had intensive contact with one “Stan”, this turns out to be Stan Pluijmen. It came out that Joran and Stan had wanted to extort a man with child pornography. According to Stan, he never intended to really extort that man. The extortion plan was intended to “help Joran van der Sloot from his murderous thoughts”, but Stephany Flores was still killed.

Stan was also questioned in the 2010 Stephany Flores case. As a direct result, he came under financial administration in 2011 and his computer and accessories were seized by the police.

 

Stan’s parrot medium

From 2012 Stan Pluijmen starts to manifest himself in a different way. Hoeven’s “medium” Robbert van den Broeke, who was exposed in 2005 as the “Genverbrander” fraud, starts sending hate mails to critics and Stan Pluijmen suddenly turns out to be his spokesman. Stan had found Robbert van den Broeke and me through publicity surrounding that case, among other things through my involvement in the FOK and the Genverbrander.nl forum (mine at the time). Stan lived with Robbert for a while in 2011. From 2012 it would turn out that I would become Van den Broeke’s biggest hate target. When asked what was the matter with Van den Broeke’s hate mails, Stan immediately came up with the standard answer: “There is a hacker, Robbert does not do this himself“.

What binds the Pluijmen-Van den Broeke-Van der Sloot trio? Stan’s involvement with Joran van der Sloot’s “secrets” became clear when not Stan Pluijmen, but his friend Robbert van den Broeke suddenly came up with fantastic stories about Natalee Holloway repeatedly since 2014, because, according to his own words, he had been paranormally informed of where her remains were, namely in “Grave 15 at the St. Anna Churchyard in Aruba“. Here too however, Ockam’s razor can apply. Because who was cooing what and in whose ear (and why)?

From 2013-2014, major paranormal claims were now made by the trio Joran van der Sloot-Robbert van den Broeke-Stan Pluijmen, among other things that Van den Broeke would have appeared as a ghost to Van der Sloot in his cell.

2013: ties Joran van der Sloot-Robbert van den Broeke

 

Through Van den Broeke emerged that in 2015 Stan Pluijmen had given 35,000 euros to Van der Sloot to finance his book. The fact that the media picked up on this as being Van den Broeke who gave the money to Joran (where should he get that from with his Wajong benefit?), and not Stan Pluijmen, contributed to the fact that Pluijmen was always out of harm’s way.

But the 2015-35,000 euros donation did not satisfy Van der Sloot, because he kept demanding more money from Pluijmen, and even threatened to throw “bombs”.

2015: Joran van der Sloot, letter to Stan Pluijmen (not to Robbert van den Broeke, as it seemed in the SBS6 media coverage). Source, Omroep Brabant and SBS6 Shownieuws (they reported about this more often)

Why did Joran van der Sloot strike such a crude tone against his apparent or actual benefactor Stan? And why did Stan give away so much money and how did he get it? Often heard was the claim of Van den Broeke and Pluijmen that criminals are also children of God, and that you should shower them with love, because hatred would only make them worse. Curious reports came to me, even that Stan Pluijmen had been to Aruba in 2005.

The Robbert-van-denBroeke-hate and threatening e-mail case, meanwhile, ran so high that Robbert van den Broeke was arrested in January 2016 and interrogated for six days. At least six people, including Dutch celebrities, had reported the crime.

IC3 Complaint

From California, where I assumed the American nationality in 2017, I had also filed a complaint with IC3 (internet crime department FBI) in January 2015, but I had not heard anything back.

Stan Pluijmen, who was co-suspect in the hate and threatening emails case, had left or fled to Malaga with his partner Alan exactly around Van den Broeke’s arrest date in 2016. After living there for about a year, he reported to the Dutch Police who questioned him, but let him go.

Received June 29, 2017
Money flows to Joran van der Sloot via Mary Hammer, Roy Boschman, (Stan’s former friend), A.O.M. Van der Sloot (Joran’s mother), and J.M. Sieradzka, now deceased grandmother of Alan Sieradzki (Stan Pluijmen’s husband)

For the eye of the outside world and certainly through my own blogs, the intimate connections in the devil’s fork: Joran van der Sloot-Stan Pluijmen-Robbert van den Broeke became increasingly clear. Stan kept dropping things into my mail or otherwise box, sometimes unintentionally, as in the case of the financial-sheet drop via Skype.

The case against Robbert van den Broeke was dropped “for lack of evidence”. The hate video clips by Van den Broeke alone seemed proof enough; but in October 2018, Van den Broeke was nevertheless acquitted and received compensation.

Crime journalists and tjakka guru

Then there is also the John van den Heuvel part who seems to have taken over from Peter R. de Vries in the Natalee Holloway case. Van den Heuvel never mentioned Stan Pluijmen’s full name and he never contacted me, although it seems that he was using the financial sheet of Joran van der Sloot, Joran van der Sloot prison photos, etc. for his research, which I published exclusively. The information I received through Stan was immediately picked up by crime reporters Martijn Mastenbroek and Vincent Verweij. I came with it in June 2017 (Twitter) and in August 2017 (blog) and John van den Heuvel in November 2018.

Stan Pluijmen about whether or not unintentional drop in my Skype box

At the end of 2017 it became clear that Dutch TV-“guru” celebrity Emile Ratelband wanted to go to Aruba with Robbert to open the aforementioned Grave 15 at the St. Anna Churchyard. This plan was canceled. Realistic suspicions about the reason may be that the fact that a high-ranking judge-in-training was the father of Joran and that the effect of the Natalee Holloway case: causing lack of tourism at the time, prompted intense tension among the Aruban police and authorities towards the outside world. In short: cooperation towards opening a grave is not to be counted on.

End of 2017: Emile Ratelband en Robbert van den Broeke

Light at the end of the tunnel

llan Hoekstra, NPO Radio 1

On April 14, 2020, I was approached by the American-Dutch journalist llan Hoekstra, who’s interested in the story Stan Pluijmen-Joran van der Sloot. Hoekstra hoped to be able to interview Stan in addition to me, and wanted me to ask Stan. I then emailed Stan for the first time in five years on April 22, 2020. All other “communication” was via Twitter. On April 25, 2020, I listened to exactly two years of unheard audios from Stan (I had stopped doing that for my own peace of mind) and only now heard that he told me that he cut (most) ties with Robbert van den Broeke and also Joran van der Sloot. Incidentally; the gentlemen do have some contact with each other now and then, and the initiative also comes from Joran, who recently turned to Stan for help again, because he allegedly had the Corona Virus.

Stan is making a clean sweep in 2018-2020 and tells me in emails, audios, and since September 2020 in several chats too, that he tricks online casinos. He also adds that the reason he keeps getting away with it is that the online casinos don’t want reputational damage. Joran threatened to make this known, threatening to “throw bombs” if Stan wouldn’t give him money anymore. By now “coming clean”, Pluijmen pierced Van der Sloot’s threatening balloon (“bomb”). Stan says he robs ruthless, rich casinos with the idea of becoming a kind of modern Robin Hood and insists that I accept his money as help. He swears that I can write whatever I want and that he regrets his past actions against me, including hacks.

With a few bumps in the road, it came to a first, many hours (Telegram) chat between Stan and me on September 9, 2020. / I will mark the next part with a different color, because not everything has been proven, but nevertheless it’s worth considering, because the fact is that there are intimate relations between Joran and Stan. /

Stan answered many of my questions in a series of chats in September 2020, and I’m finally starting to understand everything that has transpired in this case. Because I have been involved in this case for so long, I can judge whether something is consistent with the rest. I will disregard large parts of our chats here. Stan starts with, among other things, that his “money uncle” has died of Corona Virus. When I ask, also at a later point, for clarification, he only says: “You can enlarge what I can”. Furthermore, Stan continues to swindle online casinos using various tactics. To do so, he uses someone else’s (with permission) or fake IDs. He shows an ID of a lady in Balen that the casino had a problem with due to a Belgium-Netherlands discrepancy. He says he is no longer hacking individuals. Stan Pluijmen also tells how he is constantly approached by “friends” who ask for money and says that he is not happy about it, because they just burn it very quickly and without proper judgement and furthermore, get addicted to getting it. He talks about that time that he had 40K in his closet, he had taken 20K to Holland Casino “for fun” and won, and thus possessed 40K cash. It was then stolen by a friend [name known to me, CO] and subsequently claimed that he had withdrawn the 40K from the ATM. This friend, just like Joran van der Sloot, Robbert van den Broeke and Roy Boschman, but also Rachid, had received a lot of money from Stan in the past and became addicted to it. Rachid for example had gotten 100K according to Stan. Stan also mentions that he no longer wants to live in big houses, because that attracts the attention of thieves etc.. He states he owns a couple of expensive houses and notes he’s happy with these nest eggs, because they cannot be sniffed like cocaine. In response to my previous blog “The Volcano” Stan declares [and sends footage of this also] he got a huge bang in the head because “they” had read that Stan paid me a modest “compensation”, but he could not prove X [name known to me, CO] was behind it, and that he is even afraid that he and/or his husband Alan will be kidnapped for money. Pluijmen in addition still claims that he is a sweet, modern Robin Hood, but now only to people who really need it and can handle gifts wisely.

According to Stan Pluijmen, Joran van der Sloot was a recruiter of girls “who could earn some extra money” at a pimp. The day Natalee disappeared, he went to the beach with Natalee, they had taken GHB and it had come to unplanned sex. However, Natalee became seriously unwell and unconscious from the GHB. Joran then contacted his father and he [the father, CO] transported Natalee together with that / a pimp to the St. Anna Cemetery, and placed her in an existing grave [number 15]. However, they also threw a stone on her. Stan says: “Actually it’s just murder”. Pluijmen continues to insist that people look into that grave.

Stan says that he hacked Joran’s cell phone in 2013-2014, that he installed a trojan horse and that way came across information about Natalee Holloway. Stan and co had also hacked my cell phone in 2015. The year 2013-2014 also explains why, since 2014, Natalee Holloway suddenly became one of the premium spearheads of “medium” Robbert van den Broeke. Had Stan Pluijmen with premeditated thoughts whispered things in Robbert van den Broeke’s ears about about the St. Anna Churchyard, “Grave 15”, in order to reveal sensitive information supposedly via a paranormal way? Stan never seemed to like Natalee’s fate. Stan says it is possible that he told Robbert van den Broeke in a drunken state. He further mentions to have only been on vacation in Aruba (and not in 2005) and that Micha Romijn spread that rumor to me out of revenge, because he did not get money anymore from Stan.