Original posting: January 1, 2020
Updated: October 18, 2021

The Chrysalis series are like no other. I would not call them remarkable because the information within their pages may not necessarily be new to those who know real history. But my books are about the origin of hatred and liberty when there was plenty of the former and practically none of the latter except in a place which few know even existed - Ungaria. My books lead up to the history the sixteenth-seventeenth centuries Countess Elizabeth Bathory. She is extremely important to history, yet, few even know who she is. Why, the self-thinking reader probably does not know. Not many do. What is very different is that the books contain historical information most historians are still not prepared to write, or even acknowledge that this history even happened. It's because they are beholden to others who make the grants for their research. They write what they can afford to write. I don't have to.

There's a famous ruin and a town in Europe. Both are famous, not for their real history, which is considerable, but for an adult fairy tale. Čachtice Fortress in Čachtice, Slovakia had several owners over the centuries, but none more notorious than the seventeenth century Countess Elizabeth Bathory. Nowadays, thousands of tourists flock here each year to see, for themselves, where an evil countess was imprisoned for her crimes of torture and mass murder. That's the legend, consumed as historical fact. Most who visit here leave as they arrived - curious skeptics - but not disappointed.

The town and countryside is beautiful. The people, welcoming. The food at Pizzeria Bathory - excellent - ☆☆☆☆☆! There was, of course, also the Čachtick√© Underground Tour which is now apparently closed. When visiting Čachtice, the visitor is walking in the footsteps of a tragic and historically important person.

Elizabeth Bathory's myth, is of course, nonsense, and the real history is, in fact, stranger than fiction, and it involved all of Europe. History, real history, that is, however, is utterly silent on the real woman, her real family, and her real country, her real Europe. These things have been expunged from history books for the masses centuries ago. All that's left of her today is this ruin and one original portrait. Chrysalis Books began with this legend and this portrait. What were we not supposed to know? What are we still not supposed to know? The truth - at least an approximation of it, that is. That's the story!

Practically nothing is known about the real countess. Let no charlatan try to convince you otherwise The Habsburgs expunged her memory and that of her family shortly after they had her murdered in 1610. They finished the job in 1711. That much, I assure you, is certain! Other than a painstakingly reconstructed family genealogy by many researchers over the last two centuries or so, nobody knows a thing about her. Nothing personal and nothing intimate. It's as though she had never lived at all. Yet, her real story can be told, but only by reconstructing the history of a place which simply does not exist in any accepted history book - Ungaria.

Elizabeth Bathory tried to change the world but ultimately failed. But what drove her? To understand her, her country, her history, one must travel back in time to when it really began, where truth first became obscured, and where European society - Western culture - went horribly wrong. It is why her world was the way it was. It is how our world still is. In reality, Toward the end of the Medieval Dark Ages, revised history served to hide the true cultural identity and achievements of a Carpathian Slavic-Turkic people. It's how, historically, Ungaria became "unknown and unheard of, " metamorphosed into a place called Hungary. It's because centuries before the Age of Reason rediscovered the fundamental and universal human idea of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness in a New World, Carpathian peoples had already struggled for these principles for an entire millennium! Their story, Elizabeth's story, is really a story of us.