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Friends,

Recently I have had the pleasure of doing some research in the national archives. In some rare cases the national archives prove insufficient for my needs and, with the help of HRH Duke of Marchmain, I was directed to the Morovian Archives.

This lead me to the discovery of what is probably the first document describing what is now our Kingdom.

This letter of farewell is written to the Kingdom of Morovia, and as such, when you read it please be sure to keep the context of the times in mind. Morovia was in a state of decline and these stresses culminated in the present day Hanover.


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The Archdiocese of Briesk The Apostolic Centre 405 Prince Ryan Boulevard Briesk [/doHTML] Beloved Friends and Fellow Countrymen: I have journeyed with all of you down the road of our shared experience in Morovia for many months now and together we have celebrated some remarkable moments in the history of this Kingdom. I have been blessed with beautiful friendships during my time here in Morovia and I cherish the memories which we have shared. When I first arrived on these shores, I was delighted by the robust character of the Morovian people and charmed by the lovely community which together they comprised. The King, his ministers, the Assembly, the Church (whatever did happen to Bob Rhine?), the nobility and the people all dwelt together in a fairytale-like kingdom where there was warmth, comeraderie, affection, excitement, debate and a springtime of activity and renewal. It is sometimes disconcerting the way life can change. At one moment we are blessed with the warm rays of the sun and in the next lightening strikes without warning, knocking us down to our knees. As we attempt to hold ourselves up we look to the dark clouds which have replace blue skies and lament the dramatic change. Where did Morovia go? But she has gone, and try as many of us have--time and time again--to bring back her lost wonders and recreate that Morovia we all loved, we have not been able to. There have been stunning moments of crisis when those of us who remained here banned together as one to prevent the nation's final demise and we were able to make Morovia lift her head once more...but only for a moment. She quickly lay down her head again and has not since been stirred from her slumber. I do not expect that she shall be. For myself, I take no pleasure from spending my micronational time on doing my share to attempt to awaken a nation in a coma. Hours upon hours of work and a great deal of energy are poured into trying to give a lifeless body a little bit of color. The frustration is immense and I can no longer see a point to it, I am afraid. As I derive only pain from the experience, I have no longer any reason to prolong it. My relationships with all of you, however, are quite another thing. They are, frankly, the sole reason I have remained here for as long as I have. The government is a ghost and culture is but a collective wish. You, on the other hand, are all very much alive and very much real. You are also very dear to my heart. Our nation is no longer, how can I stay? Yet you are my friends, how can I go away? It is to this day and this moment a struggle. I have decided, however, that I must leave in order to become part of a micronational society which is functional. There are many such throughout the community but none populated by a people like you whom I can point to and say with Michael Hutchence, "You're one of my kind." I have decided, therefore, to do something I had planned to do from my first discovery of micronationalism: found a new micronation. When I began to become involved in Morovia I found such fulfilment in my involvement here that I shelved my plans to begin a new nation, convinced that I would never return to them. I could not have foreseen, then, that this wonderful society which I had landed in would so deteriorate. I return, now, to my original idea as I seek to create a nation which will cherish the ideals which were once cherished by a thriving Morovia, hoping to succeed in my plan...hoping to recapture what I found here upon my arrival. My dear friends, I would chain each of you and drag you along with me if it were possible that I could do so and not incur your hate. I have designed this kingdom, really, as a home for all of us should the Morovian light at last be extinguished. You--each of you--are the natural first citizens of this new nation. This nation was created because of you, not in spite of you. It was created for you, not against you. Nothing would give me more pleasure than to see all of you with me in this new kingdom. Some of you will be there and for that I am profoundly grateful. I understand why others of you remain. It is my hope that you will one day see that you ought to come to this new home for the very reasons you remain here. I have hope that this new nation will succeed and that it will prosper. Our promotional outreach will be strong, our foreign policy will be more open, our citizenships will be processed quickly, our executive will function despite the monarch if it must and our forums are already Gold and will be opened for business very soon. The nation's very name, "Hanover", suggests a committment to both realism and tradition. Yet your involvement, far above any of these things, would ensure Hanover's success and our continued community. The purpose of this nation will never be mistaken, yet neither will this nation reject those of a different paradigm. General Foong once envisioned a scenario of an all-embracing micronationalism which would insist upon realism and quality dialogue while allowing other degrees of participation to be present as well, as would be the case in the "real world". I embrace this new vision of the General's and I believe it can be a significant part of the answer to micronational success. The wonders of intellectual, cultural and emotional exchange which we have enjoyed in Morovia coupled with the energy and frivolity of the younger hobbyists. It would be like a family picnic wherein relatives of all ages would enjoy themselves in their own way but enjoying their togetherness above all. I depart these shores now for another life which yearns to be born. I extend my hand to each of you, hoping you will grasp it and sail away with me. Should you find yourself unable to grasp my hand, pledge at least that you will come to visit from time-to-time so that we may keep our friendships alive. With these last words I take my leave of you and of this Morovia, hoping one day to be reunited with all of you. Peace be with you. God bless Morovia. God save the King. I love you. With profound esteem and gratitude, James Murphy His Majesty, King James I Marchmain Palace Bergen, Hanover email: kingdomofhanover@yahoo.com To preview the not-yet-completed website and the not-yet-activated forums: http://www.geocities.com/kingdomofhanover/index.html [doHTML]

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What a blast from the past that was. How my perpectives and phraseology have changed since then.

Yes, that was the formal and public beginning of the Kingdom of Hanover. The private, behind the scenes "building blocks" involved a series of emails between Robert Gresham and myself, and later Tom Cutterham and Steve Foong as well.

Hanover's come a long way since then. My hat is off to you.

It most certianly has and we have been blessed to have wonderful leaders step forward to carry the flame of leadershiup rather then watch Hanover flicker out with time. To those men and women my hats off to you.