Oronca Irvus

Oronca Irvus

John Bjarne Grover

In 1993 I lived in the yellow house on the brink of Kampen in Oslo, at the end of Norderhovgata - in folk mythology called 'The castle' (as far as I know). It is the lefthand house in the intersection Sonsgate / Norderhovgata. I had a window with a view to a small park there and a little path is winding down along some stairs towards Tøyen centre underneath (where also Oslo tax office is). In the little studio flat there was an elevated bed (under which I had my workdesk) and from this elevated bed I could see the lower part of the park with the little path going down to the stairs along the slightly steep little side or quasi hillside from the park down to the stairs. One day a woman came and sat doqwn next to this little path, as for just relaxing on this 'steep hillside', and I think she lifted her leg up in a somewhat inviting A-like posture. From the place she was sitting she would have had approximately this view to my window on the ground floor (the white house, then yellow). At that time I had no idea that she could have been sitting down there because she could have known that I was in the elevated bed with a view to this path and could see her from the window - and why should she sit there instead of up in the park, as would be usual? I answered the apparent invitation by masturbating with her in view (I am sorry for that) - and a notable 'telecom' effect was quite interesting. It is only today that I can decipher this: There was a secret I would be in absolute need of - that the posture of the 'A-doll Fitler' was of the 'zid al way dun', sit at the way done. The secret is that the name of 'the doll fitler' is derived from the 2nd folding (at Yijing 33) "fei-dun-wubu-li" which in the form "li-wubu-fei-dun" is the probable origin of 'li-doll-fei-dun' = 'the doll fitler' = 'Adolf Hitler' as the mystery which the austrians could not solve but which seemed to be the source of enigmatic power. Of course I would be badly in need of this secret, not only because my official father since 1969 could have been this Adolf Hitler in rebuilt format, pretending to be the first father without ever explaining why he was sitting there (e.g. watching TV), but also because it was the apparent source of a series of later intrigues that could come to take my life off the intended path. This story from the window view (in Norderhovgata on Kampen) to the path along the park was in probably 1993 - and there was a little preamble to it: When I met Wenche Stray in late 1981 (I dont think that was into 1982) she first lived in a place a little further down in the same Norderhovgata before she moved down to Brinken very close to the address I had in 1958 - with my first memory from probably march 1958. I think it was while we were walking up along Norderhovgata that she told that a bus had come down Sons gate and lost control on the slipper winter surface and slammed into the housewall in that house where I later moved in. On that day when I moved in, late 1992, I rented a removal van and was finished in the rather late evening, too late to return the van which then had to be parked overnight, and I left it approximately where the car is parked on this streetview image - or a little closer to the corner of the house - which also would have been where the bus had 'parked' into the housewall when it lost control on the slippery slope. (It is probably Oslo tax office seen in the background, the red building). The next morning when I came out for driving it down to the carletting firm (was it 'Eurocar' or something like that?) there was a parking fine slip left on the windscreen - it was not permitted parking since the park maintainance could need to drive in there, was probably the explanation - and there was probably a 'no parking' sign somewhere around there. (A little difficult to understand that was, since the access to the park seemed to be open). A parking guard must have passed by there in the evening. This is the only official punishment I got in Norway. I dont know if this puts me in the register of 'criminals'? 'To serve a sentence' = 'son[e]' in norwegian, and this was in the intersection to 'Sons gate'.

It was as late as 2015 that I bought a house in Szolnok which maybe could have been planned for me since the 1960's, possibly by John F.Kennedy. The house turned out to be of adobe (straw + clay/Ton) and had water pipes installed inside the adobe walls but not inside the house itself - and hence 'the water in the house' = 'vanne[t] i huse[t]' would be the central theme of attention. (I spoke with a plumber about it but the next time I came there he seemed to have got a 'hairlift', like some silicon stuff or something like that under the headskin, and thereafter I met the plumber a number of times bicycling in Csokonai Utca - 'sjå kona i utsa' = 'see the wife in the street/lookout' - so often that I had to understand that the project of installing water in the house I could just forget). This 'vanne i huse' would be the spoon of "yang-wu-xue-wu-you-li" from the third fold along 54-55 of the pinyin forms of Yijing - which then could spoon to 'vanne i huset: you love/lou we' etc. It is not impossible that the woman had been sitting down for giving me the chance to go for this mystery from Yijing which I so badly needed to solve the problem of the new father's identity and why he was there since 1969. The answer to this riddle could be that the reason was called 'Das dritte Reich' as the name of global power via Hitler's nazism by way of my person.

Could be this 'vanne i huse: you love/lou we' would be the original reason for the construction of 'Heimskringla' - if that be not an authentic historic document but a construction as fabricated reason for the independence and constitution of Norway in 1814. If so, this story of 'heims' = 'homes' + 'kringla' = the 8- or B-shaped pastry type which also means 'kring-la' = 'laid/folded around' - possibly for just that 'telecom' phenomenon. Why was the house called 'The castle' by folk mythology? The elevated bed with a view to the path where people would be going up and down to 'Tøyen' (means 'the stretch') could be called 'hems' in norwegian - not 'heims' but not so far from it.

There could also be a shady field of associations to 'skrin-gla[d]' in the sense of 'skrin' = 'box', could be also 'coffin' (at least when the box is going 'heim' = 'home'), which could have enhanced the 'telecom' by way of the work of Adolf Hitler for the 'territorial claims' of 'Austria'. In particular the issue of own jewish genetics could have enhanced the importance of this matter.

'Østsia' was the local folk name on the eastern side of Fredrikstad with Kongsteen (of Apenes) and the Old Town. 'Østsia' is perhaps particularly associated with 'the stretch' from the end of the bridge down to Kongsteen, a few hundred metres of road. I once drove the black beetle (VW of Ragna Grøver) along with younger sister Tone Helene Grøver next to me when I retold a joke told by a farmer in Haugsvik in 1977 (- "Eg har trulova meg eg, bestefar", - "Åja, du har vel det", - "Ja, ho er frå Fitjar", - "Åja, ho har vel det" = transl. - "I have engaged, grandfather", - "oh yes, I guess you have", - "yeah, she is from Fitjar", - "oh yes, I guess she has") - 'Fitjar' is an island in Norway and the name is pronounced by most norwegians without blinking an eye. I retold this joke to THG while we were driving along the stretch of street normally associated with the name of 'Østsia' (even if 'Østsia' can be used about anything east of the river). It dont remember if this was before or after the Apenes story but it was probably after. It is likely that she was in the car for going to her home in the flat at the river. It seems that this joke-retelling could have had some repercussions later. Had the farmer told me something? JFK's grandfather was called 'Patrick Joseph Kennedy'.

It was probably some time after this, as I guess it now, if not before, that I outside the Norderhovgata house met Helene Wilberg (around the entrance to the park, I think) coming up the path from the stairs down to Tøyen - as if she were coming up from the place where the woman had been sitting down at the path. Helene Wilberg had travelled in Africa along with my younger sister Tone Helene Grøver and I knew her two sisters from Fredrikstad. She told me when she came up from the stairs from Tøyen that she came from Nøtterøy - an island comparable perhaps to Fitjar.

PM Trygve Bratteli ('bratte-li' = 'steep hillside') as the uncle of Kirsten Ribu (of the Octogon) came from Nøtterøy. 'Nøtt' = 'nut' means also 'have to' when spelt 'nødt', while 'røy' = 'capercaillie hen'. (It was sometimes said about Bratteli that he barely survived the nazi concentration camp in Germany and had been pulled half alive out from a heap of corpses at the end of the war - as he may have described in his memoirs 'Prisoner in night and fog' which he published when I and his niece moved into her flat). 'Øy' = 'island' = hungarian 'sziget' and this word could be about the streetname 'Sziget Utca' of the house I bought in 2015, possibly planned for me as the third folding of Yijing since Kennedy, made of straw and clay. This name of 'Sziget Utca' could be compared with the name of 'Utøya' where some dozens of people were shot to death in the Oslo terror - on that summer camp island of the norwegian Labour party (they bought the place in 1933 when Hitler came to power in Berlin) of Bratteli etc.

In a summer in probably the late 1960's (if not early 1970's) the norwegian broadcasting made a TV program about my grandfather Bjarne Eidsvig and his oyster farm on Vågstranda. I was there when they came for the filming and the program included scenes from Ålesund. The TV team was led by Roald Øyen, as was the name of the wellknown TV personality. It would be fancy to believe that it had anything to do with the 'Roal Tøyen', including later PM from Nøtterøy, but it is not impossible that there could have been such connections - say, to 'royal' interests. As far as I recall, Øyen had an austrian look.

Do I recall brief scenes from the TV program? Could be it is another program Øyen made from Ålesund - here are some scenes from a program of his from that place - see e.g. the SALSA and 'gjørmani' at 05:20-05:55.

In the summer 1992 I had completed my MA degree and hoped to continue with PhD studies. I had a temp job at the lexicographical institute and then a stipend for a study of the history of linguistics and information technology at the TMV centre in the end of 1992. It was when I had started there that I moved from Bregneveien down to Norderhovgata on Kampen, the house called 'Slottet' = 'The castle'. I worked rather intensely with the article through the 3 months november-december 1992 and january 1993 - and the article was published in the research series at the centre - but my hopes for a stipend for continueing my academic studies failed. The reason was, I was told, that I had applied only for a stipend funded by the research council, and not for the stipend at the faculty of humanistic studies - and when I had not applied for the latter it could have been taken to mean that I had wanted to avoid the professor in linguistics there, Even Hovdhaugen, who had perhaps got sore feelings and rejected the application for the research council. (I dont think this was the story but it was told as the reason). That was not the reason - it was rather that a faculty stipend included teaching which would be difficult for me to combine with research (maybe due to what I later have suspected is a history of abuse in my childhood). However, the name 'Even Hovdhaugen' in rewrite form 'daugen-hov-d-even' somewhat equals 'Norderhovgata' in the sense of 'morder-hov-gata' and hence the reason for the rejection of my application could have been seen to be precisely 'The castle' where I lived. 'Mor-der-ov-gata' in the sense of the female with the 'mor' = 'mother' ('matrix') there outside in the street could then be seen as the reason why my intended career was stopped. However, the article I wrote in the course of the 3 months should, I would say, be enough to conclude that my application could have been accepted - in perhaps more academic ways than the female in the steep hillside outside. I think the olympic winter games went out on TV to the entire world from the norwegian town of Lillehammer while I lived in that street and I was unemployed for a couple of years before I got a stipend in Bergen in 1995. One could guess that some of this 'oronca irvus' could have been contained in the application which the state of Norway had launched for the games on Lillehammer. What was the reason? (If it were that a 'dirty beast' lived in the country, or even that its name was 'John Grøver', could there have been a mixmax contained it in? I have still not got the identity of the new father from 1969).

I started writing 'Submorphemic signification' while I still resided in 'Norderhovgata'. It includes the idea of independent grammar and lexicon which means - also on background of the historic study at the TMV centre - that the scope of formal grammar expands or moves independently of lexical borders which means that lexical and grammatical borders sometimes do not coincide. One could guess that this would correspond to fractions of metaphysical realities and this could be how thought arises - in that overlap of grammatical and lexical borders.

Did Helene Wilberg want to tell me that it was a case of 'bra telly' from the back? It could be that the number of 'academic' masturbations in the course of my residence in Norderhovgata could have been the same as the number of deaths on Utøya in the Oslo terror, counted by 'telecom'-putation of some kind, but that could not have been the number of targeted passersby. How many would you say that could have been, asks the 'norwegian question'. Oh, well, it is hard to tell today - I would say one hand should probably suffice, if you see what I mean. But maybe there are opinions on this matter, tells the 'norwegian problem'.

The academic studies could perhaps have resembled a turning of the 'elfen' of the 'bein'. Do thoughts exist?

Henrik Sinding-Larsen, who was my liaison to the TMV centre, lived at that time just down the street on Kampen. He was 'chained to the bed' due to some mystery lumbago, had undergone an operation in Sweden without results, I think, but he seemed to recover after he moved to another location.

I had a period of some 'sensations' while I lived there. I believed that a female had been living just over me (I lived on the ground floor, she above me) when she seemed to have moved away and a younger man moved in after her. He used crutches for a while. It was probably in this period that I had the strange sensation that a 'space over space' was opening up above me and spirits of some sort were descending, and I scared some of these away by banging a book in the table. This was probably in 1993.

In 1981-1983 I lived in a 1st floor bedsit in Nordengveien. On the ground floor under me lived an employee of 'JAT' = 'Jugoslovensky Aero-Transport', the yugoslavian airline, with his family. This was the time of the Octogon story with Herdis Eggen who could have been a rebuilt Saul Bellow. I had also met Eggen's husband Grue on Club 7 in the summer 1982 (I suppose it was after this Club 7 story) and was badly in need of knowing it - if Eggen really was Saul Bellow it would have been a case of swindle and I would not have been in any relation with Grue's wife at all. (To tell the truth, I never had a feeling of 'triangular' stories but officially there seemed to have been that 'octogon'). It is likely that this were the background of the Kampen story a decade later - when a female on the other side of a hedge seen from the window likewise seemed to be responsive of some 'telecom' (I am sorry for that). These are the two times I have experienced something like that - and it is likely that there was an urgent need of getting to the info: If the official father was Adolf Hitler or if Herdis Eggen really had been Saul Bellow. The story could be contained in the term 'corona virus' on the form 'o ronka irvus' for 'o ronka airbus' or 'she masturbated airbus'. ('Ronka' = 'masturbated', while 'o' = 'ho' = 'she'). Hence it could be a play on some theory that the female beyond the hedge had masturbated with the mind onto the JAT-employee - or, alternatively, or precisely the same, that the masturbation was by some female. If it really be about the two high secrets and I be the theme, the 'o' or 'ho' could mean my leftsided gynaecomasty for which John F.Kennedy 1957 could be credited with the 'authorship/authority of masturbation'. Of course it is only nonsense that JFK should have any authority to or part in my authorship. It is also nonsense that my authorship is rooted in the mysteries that could have prompted masturbation of mine.

The two cases could also be reflexes of the poetic phenomenon of teapot and banknote.

On 17 may 1983, not long before I moved to Austmarka (or this file), there were in the morning the two graffitis on the asphalt outside the house: Just outside the gate to the house there was the yellow lettering SVIN sprayed on the black asphalt and in the nearest or next-nearest intersection two phalluses. This could have been reflexes of just this: 'Aerotr ans Port' = 'SVIN' and 'Jug Oslo Vensky' = 'Gunvor Galtung Haavik' which also would have a reflex in 'm/norde-rov/vor-gata'.

A pity people didnt tell me the needed secrets - then I would not have bought the house in Szolnok or stayed in Austria for many years.

Here is the story of some TV info with Roald Øyen. The house hanging just above the house of my grandparents underneath would have been a sort of counterpoint to the house called 'The castle' on the brink of Kampen in Oslo, over Tøyen underneath. I had lived on the ground floor there. Of course one sees the link to the story of the one who 'zid al way dun' in 'Adoll Fitler' posture.

Who is to blame - me who masturbated or Adolf Hitler with his holocaust? If my official father after 1969 were Adolf Hitler, he never told his identity - but (whoever he was) just took over the old identity from the former, which of course was disappointing. The slab of the mountain seems, according to the reports (if they are true), to have been 'pulled out like a drawer' and hit the house standing there. However, this happened around the time of the Wenchuan earthquake, and if that were not natural, maybe the Ålesund rockpush were not either.

Here about the Wenchuan earthquake.

Here some considerations on how Austria could change the history off Hitler's tracks.

Conclusion: If the plan is to model power on basis of the concept of 'spredd i spjellheim', the claim could be launched (falsely) that I should be an agent for Adolf Hitler if the concept be that I only masturbated on basis of a vacuum of redundancy created by Adolf Hitler. It may be true that I could have masturbated on basis of some such redundancy vacuum - if he really were Adolf Hitler I would have needed to know that - but that does not mean that I am an agent. If the corona virus were set in circulation for political reasons, those could in principle be precisely those two stories on basis of 'oronca irvus'. That could include the Arne Treholt story and many other things - on basis of my role as PTRSIM PIK.

Secondly, it is likely that it is the hungarian secret intelligences who have been involved in making the house in Szolnok with 'vanne[t]-i-huse[t]': If hungarian administration finds a solution to this problem which changes the house into a very normal house without any such intrigues attached to it, that likewise could contribute substantially to dissolve the nazi-power complex. For example, if all water-pipes inside the walls be plugged efficiently (and that means not filled with toothpaste but filled throughout with something that is at least as hard as the copper of the waterpipe itself), and if water could be installed inside the house for normal use, then the house could be made habitable - otherwise it is only a generator for nazi power and dangerous to reside in. (But who could be certain that there is not any secret pipe left open?) The house as it is now can of course not be used for habitation because of the intrigues from probably state intelligence or something like that - and I think the state should try and mend those problems so that the house can be used without generating political power. Were it the plan to find (more or less eternal) 'peace' in such a 'heim'? (Cp. also the dangers of a conception a la norwegian Heim-skrin-gla[d]). It is high time to close down all such intrigues.

There seems to be a jungle of smart tricks based on this nazi-generator called 'zidalweidun'. For example, the hungarian fence law (see also this file) seems to tell that if you 'see the fence from the street' then the one neighbour shall build and pay the fence, but if you see it from their gardens it is the other neighbour. The answer seems to be 'see d al way-dun' - and hence the law will automatically engineer nazi power by its ambiguity. There is probably much tidy-up that could be done to uproot all such smart tricks.

Conclusion

Articles published today 15 september 2022, in addition to the present article:

1. 15 september 2022
2. The octogon interpreted again
3. Blue ecstasy
4. How Austria could change the history

1) It is possible, this means, that the coronavirus pandemic could have been put in circulation for the purpose of lending responsibility for this 'evil' onto me - by the 'oronca irvus' factor. Were the coronavirus put out by evil intention, is the question - to which the answer could be designed that "it could have been put in circulation by the 'oronca ivrus' parametre". Which could mean that it is the jewish genetics in the air that is the danger to the world's health condition.

2) If, therefore, this were the 'Wesen' of mine, it could appear to lend quasi but false justification to a program of using my literary work for modelling the horror of a Black Sea Loop. That would be very wrong: Of course such abuse of my work would be a tragedy for me and my work. The abuse would claim that it is the evil intentions in Mr.Grover's work that impose suffering on humankind. That is not right. My work is filled with good intentions.

3) Those who organize such evil would probably also try and claim or 'prove' that I should be an agent for such interests - but maybe under such sky high secrecy that nobody but a handful people know it. That is also very wrong: I am not an agent of any kind.

4) Then why hasnt he published the work? I have published it as well as I can and hope for help to get it fully published so that legal copies can be used by friendly-inclined people who read not evil out of it. My work is all and only my own - there is no part of it which is under any administrative control. Nobody else has any 'rights' in it.