Due to the ongoing complications and character assassinations, mudslinging, rampant back-biting, scathing accusations, railing judgments and anomalous two-faced people it is in the best interest to all parties that this post be replaced with a proper statement.
We all had the opportunity to unite under a common banner in the process to make change and affect our world.
What did we do this time?
Yes, I loved Nick unconditionally. I’ve not had the worst life nor have I had the best life either. So, when I first discovered Nicholas de Vere and his online e-book (Dragoncourt.org), I felt that my life made some sort of sense.
I never asked Nick for anything and it pained me more than anything that I did not know what I could offer him to help and serve. So, remained in the background as just a supporter. Now only to find that I never had a chance to begin with. I won’t judge anyone, neither will I criticize or shame anyone. In the last year I was involved in a core group of secret members to help clean up the online mess that plagued Nick much of his life.
Would you like the results of all our work and effort? Success!
Would like the over-all results of the Court, Drakenberg and subsidiaries? Fail!
I’m not sure what I think anymore. I’m sorry for Nick and his families loss. Everyone lost something here whether it was the loss of integrity, character, time, money, dignity, etc… Most of all we lost a Great man, friend, brother and a father figure to some.
His work lives on and I will pass it on to those around me and to any children, future children and grandchildren. Because of Nick, I know my self just a little bit better, I am a bit more clear sighted and aware. I’ve valuable lessons of fact, truth and fantasy. I’ve learned about human nature, greed, vampirism and sloth. I’ve learned about vacuous new age, pseudo spiritual, I’m a druid bullshit, singing kumbyah, while holding hands outside a gas station. I’ve learned how brilliantly violent, deceptive, manipulative and cruel Merovingian’s can be.
Awesome!
We, as a group, have accomplished nothing. How impressive.
And all this for a man that we say we love, respect and believe in. I’m so proud I can only cry tears…
At least, now Nick knows the truth, who he should have and shouldn’t have trusted. One day, we all will know the truth, because one day we all will pass on into the next plane and head off to the ‘Far Country’. And, once we arrive, we will all see who was authentic and true and who was a thief and a liar.
Rest in Peace Nick.
Dragon Sovereignty International 
8 responses to “In Loving Memory of HI&RH Prince Nicholas de Vere von Drakenberg, Kt. S.D. AKA The Elvin King!”
Dragon tears fall unashamed. Rest in peace Nickolas . The genocide goes on.
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Thank you Thomas.
We have lost a great man who used his life for what he and us believe. He was my teacher,
my brother and most of all a friend.
He is in a place of love and has no pain.
David
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IN MEMORIUM NICHOLAS DE VERE (1957 – 2013)
At the rising of the Sun and its going down, we remember you.
At the blowing of the wind and the chill of Winter, we remember you.
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of Spring, we remember you.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of Summer, we remember you.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of Autumn, we remember you.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember you.
As long as we live, you too will live; for you are a part of us,
As we remember you, for now and forever
Kind Regards,
Drache Pen Draig
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It is truly a sad time for those of us who have not only studied his works, but have felt that “Call” which the Dragon Prince made to rise in these post-modern days. As a self-confessed Dragon, I burn deeply with the sadness that HI & RH Prince Nicholas de Vere von Drakenberg is no longer with us. Let us continue to live the dream, and not to let politics and mudslinging pull us down.
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My heart breaks for the loss of my kin and close cousin, dear Nicky. You had the best sense of humour and always left your detractors squabbling over piles of refuse. Your works will go on Nicky, your life had purpose, rest your noble head dear one .
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beautifully written Thomas..after I cried my eyes out few days I feel a sudden peace now, knowing that Nick continues to live in us. Bless the blood!
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I Cry for You My Friend!
I don’t care what any say
For ten years or more I checked the page
Never having talked to you – just reading
Nevertheless, the day I picked up the phone
And heard you say “Yes, I am Nicholas de Vere
I knew I had a friend!
With goodness of heart and out of kindness
You took in a waif, never before having talked to or seen
And gave hope and kindness clear – without asking anything for yourself
And never a derogatory word or action you said
Except the clear desire to create a school and to help the planet
You introduced me to those I know today who are family and so dear
You wanted a united family – and You loved them all
You gave of yourself in utter kindness and care
That is what I will always remember of you
For you bore a heavy path
Of all the knowledge that you carried
You calmed my fears and listened to my tales
Of scary woes – I found comfort in knowing you
Even though for such a short time
And with the responsibility that was put in your hands
You now have left this dimension
Oh! Woe, it hurts that You are gone
And those teachings I must carry
To be strong, to be wise, to care, to help
To be of service and to LOVE and to forgive
An ode to You, my friend now gone – I will achieve
Whatever swirl of chaos that found your realm
It does not matter
To rose colored glasses I shall wear
And respect you for the dear caring heart that listened
To this orphan and gave the greatest gift with Love – a family
A family that even though it bickers and wails – it is one heartbeat
Lisa Ellen Palmer
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Sad shame that I never even had a chance to know Nicholas.
I am a Dragon. It is only recently that Ive come to understand this. Yet I have always known and as such have never cried for those who have ascended…
I dont consider tears as weakness… I just do not morn the dead as I understand the glory they now enjoy.
HAIL THE VICTORIOUS DEAD!…
As a being that is no part of this world I do not fear my fleshly demise. My current concern is the strengthening of a weak and conditioned spirit that has wholeheartedly believed in a Jehovah that time and again failed me upon this earth. I say failed me because like all other Dragons he will let live and let learn…
This became especially evident with my failed efforts to free my soul mate from the incubi that gave her cancer… All because she dared to love that which the demiurge hates.
I became evil upon her death. I have always had control over these powers in my own life… But had to learn that I had no power over them regards someone elses beliefs… No matter how hard I tried to convince her of her power…
Then I was visited by a butterfly shortly after her death. I sat in the desert and moaned. The Monarch came and landed in front of me looking up at me. I waved my hand at it telling it that its not supposed to be there… It left.
The next day I was still in the desert moaning… And this time a yellow Monarch landed in front of me looking intently up at me. I waved it away asking it what was wrong with its kind as it wasnt supposed to be there… But I dwelled upon it subconsciously…
The next day once again I was roaming the desert and reached down to pick up a pretty rock and as I bent a third Monarch butterfly landed right next to the rock I reached for and stared at me intently. I focused on it. Right down to the segments of its eyes looking up at me and then noticed it vibrating… Dramatically. That creature was focused on me, so much so that it was vibrating from the intenseness of its focus. Thats when I realised its purpose and its psionic empowerment. I got the message and while it continued there before me I sat and closely looked into its eyes and acknowledged my wife Catherine’s message… The Crown of Laurels that signify my Right as Royalty which ascended to heaven. I thanked her. Then she left.
That evening my tears flowed so hard I demanded to die. Mucus was all over the place. Everything was drenched. And I yelled at the top of my ability to kill me. It was then that I received her vision… As she lay at the feet of an Archangel and wept as hard as I.
I had no clue that one in heaven could have such sadness… But there she was.
She is with Metatron now… And awaits my ascent. I will glorify those in death. Happiness is their ethos now. Who are we to morn them unless selfishness demands their return?…
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