From the origin of Prokop Family to Illits prophecies book and my statement.
My family goes back to old times in history.
Charles IV was the King of Bavaria and Moravia.His brother, John Heinrich was a Moravian marquis who had two sons: Jost and Prokop.
Prokop, the Great/Prokop Holy or Prokop Velikij was born in 1380. When the Hussite war broke out, he joined Zsiska’s army. According to some sources Zsiska did not die in a battle but he got seriously ill during the battle of Fort Pribislov and died in October 1424. It was then that the really talented Prokop, who had earlier already excelled, became the commander-in-chief. He gained fearful reputation, won several battles over the crusaders fighting against the Hussites. He conquered Prague too, and leading the Hussites, fought successfully against the surrounding countries. He had a bright victory over the Germans in 1431, near Tauss, known as the Domazslice victory. Due to this exploit The Basel Synod gave the Hussites certain concessions e.g. regarding Communion, preaching the Evangelism in Czech language, letting secular authorities punish sinful priests but these modifications were later withdrawn by the Popes. Prokop suffered a final defeat at Lipan, in 1434. In this battle 13,000 Taborites died. Prokop, the Great was also killed in the battle.
This fighting spirit has been preserved in the family
My Uncle, Illits Gyula, and his wife, Auntie, Szakáts Katica were my father’s “foster” parents. My father was born in Temesvár (Timisoara, now Romania). At the age of 18 he was studying law but wanted to become a doctor. That is why he escaped to Hungary and enrolled at the medical faculty, at the University of Szeged. My father told us a lot of stories about the hard, determined life of “our Uncle Gyula” whose aim was to educate my Father to be a human even if it meant living on bread and water. This way, my father often worked in Hotel Belvedere, in Budapest. Its owners were Uncle Gyula and Auntie Katica possessing other hotels in Budapest and Vienna. They were rich but they respected hard work indubitably. Uncle Gyula travelled all over the world, read a lot, and had a huge library. He was keen on prophecies, he himself made prophecies and told my father tales about them. During World War II the hotel perished in the siege of Budapest and my father could only save some books from the priceless library. The torn, soaked, sometimes burnt books meant “journeys” for me in my childhood. I decided to save some pages from the legacy of Uncle Gyula. I have painted visual “prophecies” on the partially intact pages for the coming 120 years. The pictures are inspired by and based on a lot of memories, sounds, tales and my own journeys. The pictures are waiting for deciphering. Each picture is the summary of a year or is the “description” of a good or bad event by means of pictorial language, or that of the colour and shape. The old book was published in Leipzig, Germany around 1880. It was written in wonderful Gothic letters and illustrated with a lot of etchings. Its title is “Northland Fahren”. Nothing could be done with the book or the pages, they would have perished forever. I am trying to preserve my Uncle Gyula’s stories, prophecies, clairvoyance and his worries about the fate of the world. And I am trying to show them to the “public” hoping that a person or some people will be able to decipher the visual mysteries for the benefit of Nature and the World.
Every one of us has his own inner world made out of experience and personal learning within the system. I want to preser