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Last update 4/16/2010
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I popped in, not really expecting much of interest, and in that I was not disappointed. There were some scattered manuscript folios in Latin, sporting worn leather bindings and pictures of assorted demons, a broken spear blade (first century, Roman) bound together by steel wires and a brass band, a few tattered pages of deteriorating Coptic scribbling - you know, the usual tourist junk.
As I was turning to leave, I noticed the Last Chance! Everything Must Go! table in the corner. It really did not seem like it would be worth my time, but I was already there…
To make a long story short, I did find a piece which seemed like it might have a bit of history attached. The price was right, I took a chance, and here it is…
According to an internet site which I haven’t been able to locate again, what I found is most likely to be what is known in occult circles as The Highly Dubious Relic of Heinrick the Heretic. My source tells me that, sometime around 1432 or 33, Heinrick Obinswitzer (sometimes known as Heinrick the Odd) attempted to revive the old Gnostic heresy preached by Simon Magus, with the role of Sophia/Helena (divine wisdom lost in the excesses of the material world) played by an attractively long legged fraulein who went by the name of "Babs."
As a sign of his power and authority to preach this esoteric doctrine, Heinrick would display this relic, using its power in a Teutonic ritual of transubstantiation, changing beer into bratwurst, and then back into beer again. Needless to say, this was a big hit at the local Beergarden, and Heinrick and Babs were soon invited to perform at local gatherings and weddings, entertaining a growing group of friends and admirers.
Things might have gone very well for Heinrick, except that the Beer Brewers Guild (or possibly the Bratwurst Grinders Guild. The records of the time period are incomplete) lodged a complaint with the local ecclesiasticals, and Heinrick's last performance was to entertain his friends by sizzling on an outdoor spit like a piece of overdone bacon. Representatives of the Beer Brewers Guild and the Bratworst Grinders Guild provided the refreshments.