TRUE LIFE TALES OF THE CTHULHU MYTHOS - from Lovecraft to Witchcraft in three easy stages
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
H.P. LOVECRAFT
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When We Open the Door
I am now 35, but at the time of this story I was about 12. I had
three friends who lived in my neighborhood who were all around the same age. Two of them
were sisters and the other was a boy staying with his relatives down the street. We liked
to hang out at night a lot, and the two sisters and I had both been raised to believe very
strongly in the paranormal, albeit from a Christian point of view. We began to think that
we were seeing odd forms around the tree in my backyard, but we didn't truly worry about
them. Then one night I was out on my deck when I saw a humanoid form with red eyes
lounging on a low tree branch. Just then, my normally very quiet dog began barking in a
very nervous manner. I wanted to go and get him (he was tied to the tree), but I couldn't
bring myself to go under that branch. I distinctly heard someone or something say
"coward" as I ran into the house. The next day I went out to get my dog, who was
physically sound, but terribly agitated. That night I spent the night at the two sisters'
house with yet another friend. We were all sleeping in the elder sister's bedroom. She had
been messing with the Necronomicon recently, but none of us thought anything of it. (It
was a book that she had purchased, and I had been taught that spell books must be a gift
if any of the spells are to work.) That night at about 3 a.m., all of us except for her
woke at the same time. We all heard a faint sound of a woman screaming, then a soft but
firm voice ordered us to "get out." We tried to wake the elder sister, but
absolutely could not. After trying for several minutes, we gave up and ran across the hall
to younger sister's room, where we were all able to calm down and fall asleep. The next
day we went to inspect the tree in my yard, and the whole back side of it was rotted out.
We all knew that it had been healthy just a few weeks before. When I passed my hand in
front of the gaping hole, cool air covered it, almost as if there was an air conditioner
inside the trunk. That night we all saw the apparition again, and having had enough, went
to our mothers. My mother, who is a devout Christian, grabbed her Bible and went out to
the tree, figuring that it was just our imaginations. When she got out there, she saw a
ball of white light about the size of two human fists put together, which she privately
believed to be a reflection from the neighbor's porch light. She tried to put her Bible
over it, but it jumped to another branch. Now she began to believe. She repeatedly tried
to catch this light ball, only to have it continue to elude her. She began to pray loudly
at it and read passages from the New Testament regarding Jesus casting out demons. The
ball then flew toward her, running into her shoulder. She said that it felt like a firm
shove, as if by an iceberg, trying to cause her to drop the Bible. She only read and
prayed louder, until it finally disappeared. Then we went in to each of our bedrooms, held
prayer sessions and burned the spell book.
Years later, I asked the elder sister about the Necronomicon out of curiousity. I had, by then, come to learn about the Simon version and the Hay version and had come to believe that both of them were attempts to make money by mixing fictional rituals with real ones. After the topic of the Necronomicon had come up with my pastor, I realized that I had never learned which ritual had actually been performed to cause the weird events that summer in my youth.
Interestingly, it turned out that the elder sister had neither the
Simon nor the Hay version, but instead something called the "Faraday"
Necronomicon which she had purchased through some listing in the back of a 70s FATE
magazine issue. I've never heard of this version and unfortunately she threw away the book
over 25 years ago. As for the spell, she said it had been a love spell directed at a boy
she had a crush on at school. She says that she can remember that most of what the spell
talked about had been over her head at the time. It being far more sexual in purpose than
she realized. The spell called for her to give herself "in lovemaking" to a
spirit in exchange for the spell's efficacious. In her innocence, she thought lovemaking
was nothing more than an exchange of emotion, so she decided to name the tree in the
backyard. (She mentioned to me that the thought had occurred to her because of _The Giving
Tree_ by Shel Silverstein, which had been one of her favorite books at the time.)
I can't say exactly what happened as a result of that. I once told
the story to a self-proclaimed psychic I met on a bus trip once and she told me that the
spell probably allowed the dyiad(?) in the tree to manifest. When I told her that the
spell had come from the Necronomicon, she told me that it couldn't have been since there
wasn't any such spell in the book. (This was before I discovered that the Elder Sister
used the "Faraday" version so she might have been thinking of the Simon
version.)
In the end, I guess I've simply come to the conclusion that
regardless of the truth or falseness of the Necronomicon's claims, or the claims of those
who support such books, demons and other fallen spirits will use any means necessary to
torment the living. Magic, in my opinion, are those effects produced by evil spirits.
Spells are nothing more than little role-playing rituals we perform to make us think we
are in control. But when we open the door to demons through invitation and occultic
obession, we shouldn't be surprised when they accept and walk in.
Debbie Kelso
Seeds of Madness
I don't believe that the Necronomicon predates its appearance in Lovecraft's fiction. But
I'm afraid that I do believe that there is something evil that has attached itself to the
book, not in its physical formations or in any spiritual conception of the tome, but
something far worse and something almost impossible to stop. I've come to this conclusion
based solely on my own experence and as a result, I'm quite willing to live with the
knowledge that I alone might be the only one to believe what I have to say.
My story starts on the outskirts of Denver, CO where a friend of mine named Tony (not his
real name) invited me to his house to witness an exorcism. That itself sounds
unbelievable, but Tony isn't an ordinary friend, he's a religious radio talk-show host
that regularly has such antics and foolishness taking place daily. From my tone you can
tell I am a skeptic when it comes to his idiotic ramblings about Satan and the need for
religious revival, but I've known Tony for 25 years and he has always confronted my
disbelief with tolerance and acceptance. So I don't criticise him for as long as he
doesn't criticize me. It was therefore with a bit of hesitancy that I accepted his
invitation to witness an exorcism in his living room but my curiosity was killing me. When
I arrived at his house, he introduced me to a young 14-year old girl named Karen that
claimed to have run away from her parents whom, she maintained, were part of a vast
occultic underground organization that could trace its history back to the English city of
Bath in the early 1600s. I found it all rather entertaining if a bit melodramatic. I asked
Tony if he shouldn't contact the police or maybe even the FBI if the stories she told had
any validity. He merely scoffed at my suggestion and told me that Karen needed prayer and
the healing of Jesus, not a night in jail. With that he ended our little pre-exorcism
discussion and informed us that the hour was ripe to cast out the demons that were inside
Karen. He claimed it was a generational curse and that it would take all of our help to
free her. With that other guests started to arrive. All of them men and all of them
looking upon Karen with leers and sugar-sweet smiles that made me uncomfortable. When the
exorcism finally commenced and Tony informed the girl that she would have to undress
before the ceremony took place, I protested. Tony and I began to argue with him spouting
crazy biblical verses as to this necessary, in his mind, turn of events. Personally, I
just felt the whole thing wasn't right. Aside from the superstitious madness, the
situation of having a naked 14-year old girl alone in a house with twelve men seemed like
a really bad idea. With my protest being noted, Tony threw me out and we've never spoken
about it in the three years that have passed. But this isn't where the story ended for me.
A week after the exorcism took place, I found when I arrived home that a manila envelope
had been stuffed into my mailbox. It had no mailing address or postage on it. Upon opening
it, I found a copy of the Necronomicon "translated" by a man named Antonius
Quine back in 1972. Upon the inside cover of the book was a blue-ink stained message
addressed to me that read, "I thought it was my parents or deamons (sic) or some
thing. But its the book and the words. Maybe you will understand." And it was signed
by Karen. My first reaction was to think it was a joke. Maybe even a desperate call for
attention by a needy runaway kid. I half expected her to ring my doorbell the following
days and ask for money or a place to stay. In fact, nothing happened. I never heard or saw
Karen. She simply disappeared. The book, however, remained and sat upon the bookshelf in
my dining room for a few months before my inquisitiveness led me to pick it up and start
reading. The work itself was a jumble of punctuation and kooky footnotes but there was a
feeling that something was behind the surface text. Some meaning in, not the words
themselves, but the emotions they evoked. I partially blame the introduction written by
Quine himself for the sense of engaging some type of herd mentality that accepts the
mythic structure of the gods and spells rattled off within the text. It was only upon
finishing the book that I understood what Karen had been trying to say and what so many
other writers warning others from the Necronomicon were trying to get across. It isn't the
actual book that is the danger. It isn't the spells described within its pages of
summonings and mental transfers. Its not even some lofty astral plane that is supposedly
being controlled and manipulated through the hopes and dreams of humanity. Its the belief
system that is the danger. The impact of the meaning of the Necronomicon as it has been
interpreted by a social group is what carries the seeds of madness. Since the day I read
that dreadful book, scarcely a day has passed where I haven't wanted to reread some
passage. To make the imaginative worldview of the book my own reality. Perhaps it is only
my awareness of this condition that keeps me from giving in to this obsession. Though the
subtle way the text seems to spawn thought processes and outlooks on the world seems
almost unstopable. And this is what causes me so much fear. Because everyday I see the
Necronomicon slowly entering our daily lives. Images on our billboards resemble archaic
illustrations. Commericals bleat out slogans that seem to have similar sound structures to
various chants to dark unknown goddesses. Everywhere I look I see connections and
metaphorical associations linking with the book itself. Its all a hoax but we are making
it real. We are fucking making it REAL!
Greg Fein
Dedicated to the Dark Arts
I can certainly understand why you are skeptical of the Necronomicon and its existence. A
few years ago, I'd have agreed. Today,I'm not so sure. A couple of weeks ago I traveled to
Phoenix, AZ to visit my wife's family and decided to visit a Lovecraftian scholar I'd met
over the internet who lived in the area. For some reason, he thought that I had claimed
ownership of the Necronomicon when in fact I had told him a viewpoint and position similar
to your own.
I thought he was joking with me the way some people in the Mythos fan community do. Say
what you want about fans of sci-fi or horror in general, fans of Lovecraft and his
mythology are the most friendly and loyal of them all. So I naturally assumed that he was
just pulling my leg. That viewpoint changed when I arrived at his apartment complex. As
soon as I entered his place, I found myself confronted with an abode dedicated to the dark
arts. I must have stood there stunned for a few minutes because I never saw him shut the
door and retrieve a baseball bat from a shadowy corner. By the time I realized I had made
a mistake in trusting this man, it was too late. He knocked me out with the bat and I fell
unconscious.
I awoke, tied to a chair, to an interrogation by this once presumed
friend asking me about the Necronomut theicon and where I had found it. And he also kept
asking me about the number of pages and if it was nothing more than the Simon version he
called "rubbish." I pleaded with him to let me go and believe that I didn't own
or even accept the reality of the Necronomicon. But he refused to listen to reason.
After 24 hours, he did finally let me go. I went to the police and
filed a complaint, but nothing really was done except taking a report and bringing the guy
down to the station to spend thein jail. It didn't seem worth the amount of hell I went
through.
The point is that I know this guy is a serious Lovecraft scholar. So
if anyone knows that the Necronomicon is a hoax, it would be this guy. Yet here he was
risking his reputation and freedom looking for this book. A book that he should know
doesn't exist.
Its for that reason I can no longer consider the idea of there being
no Necronomicon as being the absolute truth. If someone such as this guy thinks there
might be something behind the legend, then I'd be a fool to dismiss him or that idea so
quickly. So today I consider myself a modified skeptic. I don't believe every claim about
the dreaded book, but I'm inclinded to think something is going on. I don't have the
Necronomicon nor do I want it.
And if anyone happens to claim that they do, whether or not they do
so in jest or in some self-deluded delusion, I implore them to not visit Phoenix looking
for friendship. Because among the population there is a man, of whom I can only clearly
recall the first name being Donovan, that will risk his life to find you and obtain
whatever information he thinks he has. My only fear is that he is still out there, not
waiting for others to kidnap and question, but looking for me!
Charlie McKnight
True Stories
I have acopy of Al Azif (The necronomicon) Owlswick press and was wondering if anyone else
has a translation of this book. I sent my other copy to a Smithsonian interpreture via a
friend of mine in 1974 and she never heard from her friend again nor my book. True
account. So the question remains.
Bill Lowe
I have personally experimented with one of the spells in the book (to cause consternation
with one's enemy), and had the worst nightmare that night I ever had in my life!!!
No Shit!! There was a Demon sitting on my chest and I
was screaming out loud "In the name of Jesus Christ get out of this house". All
my roomates heard me screaming this and thought me mentally ill - I eventually Had to move
out spec-ifically because of this!!! -- For anyone who still doubt's the Necronomicons
magic - beware!!!
John MacDougall
The NECRONOMICON is not somthing you people should be playing with. I have exsperimented
with it's spells of summoning and the knowledge it shares. However it has ended only in
tragedy. I said one of the incantations wrong and the spirit I was trying to summon
didn'tn arrive, but a wearker more devient one did, resulting in the death of my cat
Spiral. I warn you don't mess with what you don'tunderstand, it could gravely affect you.
Watch on the news I will be binding the spirit to a tree with my own life
Apolnius
Deja Vu?
Hello. I dont mean to freak anyone out but what i am going to say is a true story about
the necronomicon. My friend told me. He saw it first hand. Ok....Now if you are afraid of
things like this than i reccomend you leave this message now. Anyway,...These 4 kids were
camping. One kid had a copy of this book. They were reading this book outload laughing
about it. Then..They heard a loud scream. It was half man half animal. When they turned to
the spot where the scream was coming from. They saw nothing. As they turned around, the
kid that brought the book was gone. The book was gone also. The 3 kids that were left were
scared shitless. That whole night the remaining 3 stayed awake and had their backs against
each other. Another kid in the group couldnt stand it so he got up and ran into the woods.
In the morning the 2 kids left, ran home and called the cops. They brought them to the
spot where they camped and told them everything. A little ways into the woods they found
the kid that ran off. They found him lying down eating dirt. To this day he is in a insane
asylum. The kid that dissapeared was found torn in pieces. His arms were ripped off. His
heatr and liver were out. His legs were torn off. His torso was ripped and his head was
ripped. The intestines, bladder etc. were gone. The strangest thing is that the parts were
found in a pentogram formation. I know there are people out there that say i am a liar but
i am not. I heard it from a kid who was there and saw it live. Go and try telling him this
book is fake. If you try to tell him thi they he will strangle you to death...he will
literally. This is no joke. No one should screw with this book. If you want more info
e-mail me. Thanks.
Patch_4@hotmail.com
The Smiling Fear,
or,
the Strange Account of Professor Quinsey Amans
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...dear sirs , i apologize that it has been quite some time since my last writing, much
longer i fear than i had planned. i have had some trouble setting up my own "e
mail". i have just purchased a new computer of my own, and apparently it must be set
up by slightly built men with glasses who look as if they have spent their lives below
ground. as before i am using an associates computer for my research and communication, i
am reluctant to let you contact me here because i travel quite a bit and ,to be frank, i
don't really want anyone to know of my interest in boogedy monsters and such. as for the
book in my possesion the translation is going slowly, hampered by the fact that many of
the words used in the arabic have no proper english translation. on top of that the text
is not complete. but in fact it contains gaps, and missing pages. its age is also a
factor. arabic smbols are hard to read as is, and arabic is a language of such that if
even the slightest word is mis interperated the meaning of the whole page is often lost. i
have several questions to ask you and i am hoping that we can communicate soon. on a side
note, there have been inquiries made about me at some of the universties where i often
speak, i do not know who is making them but i sincerely hope it is not you. I covet my
privacy.
Of the book "al azif" i can say it is truly a
mystery to me. i have never encountered a tale quite like it. So far it is the record of
man who considers himself to be wandering poet, he also claims to be mad and says of
himself that he is not to be believed. he tells of being lost for some time in the desert,
and upon the point of death when he claims to have discovered a passageway in the rock
below the sand. He then gos into great detail concerning a city"full of pillars,
great and frightening" what is so frightening about pillars I dont know. At this
point there is a piece missing from the manuscript. but when it is again readable he
speaks of the "one who is not to be named" and in another passage he tells of an
everpresent gate keeper, whom he calls the "all in all". i can find no reference
to either diety in any islamic writing. what most startles me though is his description,
toward the end of the text, to a great cold waste, bordered by mountains. he then goes
into great detail apparrently describing what appears to be one of the earths polar
regions. NO other manuscript from this time period within my possession contains anything
like this . at this time in history, in his part of the world no one even knew that these
regions existed! when i first translated this portion of the text i thought at first that
the whole text was a hoax. but extensive dating of the materials and ink contained in the
book show it to be from approx. 700-800 a.d. making it one of the most remarkable books to
my knowledge! i shall write again soon when my computer is in order and i have means for
you to contact me back. i am willing to give what proof i may at that time. on the
condition that something of my own privacy be maintained. Q.A.
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when i first wrote to this web site it was because i stumbled accross it in search of
references to a new writing i had come across in my travels, whose origin and nature
puzzled me. the name of this book when translated is "al azif" i wrote here at
first for amusment, as well as hoping to find someone who could tell me more about this
book. now i write for a different reason. i have discovered some things that would seem to
indicate that what i have in my possesion is in fact some prototype of the book you speak
of in this site. i have only recently begun study of the folkore surrounding it, most of
which is utter stupidity. what i have in my possesion is a real book, circa 800a.d.
written in arabic. it is a real, substantive, actual thing. i do not believe it is
possesed of any magical powers, and in translating it i have come across no magic spells,
incantations, or formulas, per'say. there are some things that do disturb me however, this
is why i write today, and also why i write publicly. someone has made very threatening
remarks about me at some of the universities where i amd an adjunct professor. it must be
someone that read this pages here because this is the only place i have spoken of this
book. the this sick reader i say desist immediately! i am not threatened by the ramblings
of teenage boys threatening to call down damnation upon me or to bind me with hexes. you
will however find yourself in legal trouble when i discover who you are!
now to you dear sirs to whom i originally intended to
write, i have discovered something else that i have found fascinating. in my first writing
here i told about the strange symbol that covers several portions of the book. the writer
refers to it as the "eldest sign", a few days ago a was visiting some friends in
georgia in a small town call slygo valley, near the georgia tennesee border. i won't bore
you with details but i found an almost identical symbol there! it was in the possesion of
several elderly and extremely superstitious people i came to know. they believe it to have
some protective property to ward off devils, and such. when i asked where they got it they
directed me to place just of the road in the valley. you can se it from the road in fact.
a very poorly built structure made of wood and consisting of only three large beams
approx. 1 foot square by 15 feet long, two of the beams stood upright, implanted in the
ground with 5 feet or so between them while the third is set on top of the other two
joining them across the top. the entire structure was completely covered in different
variations of the symbol.at certain places it looked as if the beams had been slashed at
and some of the symbols literally torn off, that is in fact where my friends got theirs,
it had apparently been gouged out of the wood, do you see what this could mean! some how
the symbol in the book had found it's way to america years ago. where it is associatted
with supernatural doings and beasties! this leds me to believe that some part or even all
of the al azif, and the lore surrounding it must have found its way here years ago! i am
now attempting to find whether any portion of the book is still in existence in the area.
probably not, but this is the most fun i have had in a long time. when i discover more i
will let you know i can't wait to begin dialoging with you, i need a good cynical point of
view. i will not ,im afraid ,be give out anymore of my personal info here but once i am
email literate i will email you at your private listing, i know you don't believe me, but
when youe see what i have to show you you will ,i think, be suprised!
Q.A.
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i write here now because i am afraid, i do not know if any one has or will read what i
have written here. i do not know who is responsible but some has decided to go to great
pains to frighten me. it is beginning to work. since the last time i wrote i have been
investigating this damned book, this has taken me several places including the valley in
georgia i spoke of earlier. at the place where i was staying there, something hideous took
place. you see i brought the book that i was translating with me. and just last night some
one tried to steal it from my room i awoke in time to thwart them, and they ran off, but
when i stepped outside, the area in front of my door, and the surrounding area had been
filled with all sorts of dead animals, birds, squirrels, rodents of every description,
frogs, even several cats, and a dog. all dead. slashed and bloody. it was horrific.what
makes it truly terrifying is that who ever was responsible for this had traced the symbol
i spoke of earlier, on my door, on the ground, everywhere, traced IN THE BLOOD OF THE DEAD
ANIMALS!! i called the police but they were rude at best. i do not know who is doing these
things to me but STOP!! because of the inquiries that have been made about me at several
of the campuses where i teach i have been placed on probationary status pending
investigation. I have also been personally threatened in the form of crudely written
letters telling me to destroy the book and deny its existence, i turned these letters over
to the authorities but just yesterday when asked about them i was told they had been
"lost" what in hell is going on. it must be either someone from the area where i
have been researching this book, or it is someone who has read what i have written here,
either way enough is enough. if it is someone reading here, it is just a book! neither
grimoire nor scripture! just a book! a diary of a madmans heat induced hallucinations!
leave it and me alone!! to the creators of this page, i truly long to speak with you, you
have amassed a great deal more information than i have on this subject, but i cannot risk
giving any more information about myself over the internet. i fear for my life. i don't
know where to turn.
Q.A.
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i have deliberately not written for some time, there have been numerous pranks pulled
against me since the time of my first writing here. i only write here now to tell whomever
may read this that i have finished the translation of the al azif into english i am
neither a crank nor am i some juvenile attempting to prove anything, i am a fairly well
respected collector of islamic and arabic writings. because of my expertise in this field
i am also an adjunct proffessor at several universities. both in the states and abroad. i
now beleive that the manuscript in my possesion is the book talked of here, i also believe
, now, that it is quite dangerous. i have spoken to several people recently who have
convinced me. i do not expect anyone to believe me. but i have seen now, with my own eyes
the crawling chaos which is nyarlothotep. like a tall dark man. he spoke of places
outside. gateways. places where only dreams have flesh. i believe now. i will not fool
myself into thinking that anyone will ever believe me. although i can now offer proof. i
was told that it was the will of the old ones that this book and others remain mysterious.
to be believed in by few. until they return. the stars will never look the same to me ever
again. i know more now. the age of man will soon be over. the old ones know, they wait, i
have seen it,blind idiot gods gnawing and chewing at the center of all, and the one that
is all in all, yog-soggoth. and there goes between there and here the the crawling chaos,
the black man. the smiling fear, nyarlothotep. i know now what it means "after
strange aeons even death may die" but i can never explain it. i hope no one ever
reads what i have written here, they will think me mad, perhaps i am, as was abdul
alhezered. mad with the knowledge of the truth of the beauty that lies beyong our
realness. i am now raving.
Q.A.
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THIS MESSAGE IS FOR QUINSEY AMANS AND TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN. FIRST OF ALL I WANT TO PRAY
TO THE LORD UP IN HEAVEN JESUS CHRIST THE ONE WHO GAVE HIS LIFE IN THE CROSS FOR YOURS AND
MY SINS AND THREE DAYS LATER ROSE FROM THE DEAD AND WENT UP TO HEAVEN WITH HIS HEAVENLY
FATHER GOD. LORD JESUS I PRAY TO YOU RIGHT NOW AND I ASK THAT WHOEVER READS THIS THAT YOU
PROTECT THEM FROM ALL BAD AND EVIL THAT YOU PUT THE FULL ARMOR OF SHIELD ON THIER BODIES,
SOUL, AND SPIRIT. SATAN I REBUKE IN THE NAME OF THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. I HAVE ASKED MY
LORD JESUS TO PROTECT THESE SOULS AND I HAVE FAITH AND HOPE THAT HE WILL. NOW TO QUINSEY
AMANS I HOPE AND PRAY THAT YOU READ THIS I WANT TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I BELIEVE EVERYTHING
THAT YOU HAVE SAID AND YOU ARE RIGHT YOU ARE IN TREMENDOUS DANGER WHAT YOU HAVE IN YOUR
POSSESSION IS A TICKET TO HELL YOU NEED TO GET RID OF IT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE BUT BEFORE YO
DO I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE BOUND AND YOU ARE A PRISONER TO THE ENEMY AND THAT'S
THE SPIRITUAL WORLD. IF YOU KNOW AS MUCH
AS MUCH AS I THINK YOU KNOW THEN YOU KNOW THAT BY YOU MESSING WITH THAT BOOK AND ALL THE
INFORMATION YOU KNOW . THAT YOU HAVE OPENED DOORS TO THE SPIRIT WORLD AND THE ONLY WAY YOU
WILL BE FREE IS BY EXCEPTING JESUS CHRIST AS YOUR PERSONAL SAVIOR. HE IS THE ONLY ONE THAT
CAN HELP YOU FOR YOUR LIFE IS IN DANGER. DON'T TAKE THOSE THREATS LIGHTLY FOR THEY MEAN
BUSINESS!!! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS FIND YOURSELF A BIBLE READING AND BIBLE TEACHING CHURCH
AND SAY THIS PRAYER IF YOU DO WANT JESUS AS YOUR PERSONAL LORD AND SAVIOR.
JESUS I KNOW THAT I AM A SINNER. AND THAT YOU DIED ON
THE CROSS FOR MY SINS AND ROSE THREE DAYS LATER. I ASK YOU TO FORGIVE ME OF MY SINS I
EXCEPT YOU IN MY HEART AS MT LORD AND I ASK THAT YOU CLOSE THE DOORAS THAT I HAVE OPENED.
AMEN
MAY THE LORD BLESS YOU AND YOUR SOUL
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i once thought that religion, and faith, was the place where insecure minds found solace.
now i do not know. ihave seen amazing things, and been afraid, i fear no more. the book,
perhaps my greatest work. which would have brought me worldwide fame. is gone. i was
visited again tonite by the black man. whom i shall not name. iwas so afraid of him, was.
he came to me even as i read these listings on the internet, including the one by that
christian fellow who told me to accept christ as my only safe haven. while i was reading
the man came. distracting me, scaring me. i began to realize that he was deliberately
trying to keep me from reading what was on my computer. so to spite him, i began to read
aloud. at the first mention of the name jesus. he screamed and he struck me, hard. my lip
is still bleeding. suddenly my fear turned to anger, i hit him back as hard as i could.
saying that one word, that name, over and over again, jesus, jesus,jesus. something began
to occur to me, what was it about this name. it was as though the sound of the name itself
hurt him some how. this one word screamed at me all my life by greedy televangelists,well
meaning fools, and religious fanatics. this name i once thought was a joke played on us by
priests trying to force their views on the simple minded. this name had power. i realized
that the man that i beleived to be one of the old ones was bleeding, bleeding!ths man who
had shown me wonders i could not explain but only fear, was afraid of me, afraid of the
words coming from my mouth, afraid of that name, jesus. i repeated the prayer that was
written before me on my computer screen. the man, if he was a man, ran away. it was the
most curious thing i have ever seen. he did not appear to leave my house, he simply turned
and ran. as if to run into the wall. and grew smaller in front of my eyes as if he were
running a great distance away from me. until he was gone. i cannot explain what i have
seen. but it is real. i have never considered myself a beleiver in god. until now. in the
past hour or so i have begun to read, for the first time, a book much older than the al
azif. a book that i thought was full of myths and childrens tales. now i know it is a book
of power. as for my manusript of the al azif, i attempted to burn it. but to my suprise it
would not burn. so i mailed it. i mailed it, and my english translation of it. to a freind
of mine in europe. included are explicit instructions to destroy the whole thing without
opening it. no eye will ever fall on it again. in my new book that i am now reading,that
most ancient, and often ignored of writings, the bible. i turned at random to a passage
that reads, "taste and see that the lord is good", I believe i shall
Q.A.
Deja Vu
Hello. The story I am about to relate is, from my own recollection, a true story about my
experiences with the Necronomicon. A few years ago, I purchased the Quine Necronomicon
through the classified section of FATE magazine. As a joke, I took it with me on a camping
trip with three of my friends. As a joke, when we were all gathered around the campfire
keeping the night at bay, I began reading from the book. We laughed and giggled at the
serious tone the book took towards what we all knew was a fictional mythology. In the
middle of our mocking, however, came a loud scream from just outside the camp. The sound
of it chills me today as I recall it being what one would expect if an animal screamed
like a man. We sat there, too afraid to move. Then, one of my friends, suddenly stood up
and grabbed a nearby stick hoping it would provide some type of protection. His movements
galvanized the rest of us to stand up and peer into the darkness towards the origin of the
earlier sound.
It was at that moment that my own memory becomes
unreliable. For as we stood there trying to discern the creature responsible for
interrupting our camp, I lost my senses. It sounds nonsensical, but that is the only way I
can explain it. One moment I was in the Euclidean three dimensional world, and the next I
was nowhere. No light, no sound, no feeling. It was as if I had been torn from my own
senses and left with nothing except my thoughts of fear and my emotional sense of dread.
The feeling did eventually leave me. I did finally "wake up" and once more see
the world through the banal eyes of humanity. But something had happened. Blood covered me
and I felt exhausted. At first, I thought that I had somehow hurt myself, but a quick
examination proved otherwise. It was only then that it occurred to me that it was no
longer night, but morning. I walked through the woods in a daze trying to understand the
events of last night. Eventually I found the campsite and found it deserted. My three
friends had left me in the woods and the fear of abandonment hurried my feet towards where
I knew the woods ended and civilization began.
It was during that retreat from the camp that I came across one of my friends. His body
was broken and mutilated. His arms were missing and his entire body cavity had been ripped
and thrown about. Parts of his body seemed to be strewn about in a pattern. It was only
after staring at the unholy sight for what seemed to be forever that I realized it was in
the pattern of a star. No wild animal had done this, it had been the work of something
intelligent.
But the final shock came as I gave in to the morbid need to look at my friend's face. For
when I did that, I knew that my life would never be the same again. For the face of my
friend WAS MY OWN.
My friends sometimes tell me that I was found later that day eating dirt by the police.
But they don't understand. It isn't dirt that we walk on without a second thought in our
day to day lives, its reality. Its our grounding in what is real. I'm just trying to get
back what I lost. It isn't dirt, its who I am!
August
Bait
has there been any thought to the why's of the purpose of releasing fake books. i bought
the simon edition while still in high school, instantly trapping it's name in my mind. it
would be safe to say, i was obsessed. i did however find something interesting after i
bought it; i was having many thoughts, even dreams,(pershaps visions?), that something was
wrong with the book. i chalked it up to the power located inside being viewed by
unexpierence, but soon began noticing as i would study it and read it page by page,
rereading it any chance i got, that i would later forget it all. Forget everything, as if
I had only bothered to flip through it the whole time. it kept happening, and i somehow
knew that an original existed somewhere, sometime, and what i had bought was just a window
into it all. Half way fake stories floating about by forced hand, merely based on what we
can percieve about the past. used to ensnare the unkowing like me into finding out the
truth, therefore seeking out the real power. Someone's offering out us bait, and smiling
that people like us are biting.
John Feldman
Cthulhu Survivors
when i was about 18 i was very active on the magick scene, i was curious about everything and willing to play, i had been into witchcraft for a few years and had got fairly good at the ritual side of things, at some point i got hold of a copy of the simon necronomicon and was hooked instantly, it sounds insane in hind sight, but i went to the extent of creating a handwritten copy, now i can see that something had me obsessed, i never worked directly from the book, although i was tempted, but the mere fact that i was that involved opened up gates in me, my dreams, dark at the best of times became positively nightmarish i would dream of some dark and ominous thing trying to get in, and my daily life became encreasingly frayed, after 6 months i had a breakdown, shortly before this i lead a magickal work to create a thought form, this sound like bull**** but i ended up having an epileptic like seizure that night,i had closed the circle as i felt unwell, i went back into the house and sat down,still feeling ill, and then i awoke vomiting on the floor, after my breakdown i left magick alone for a while, now i am sane, a little sadder, a little wiser, but with a reputation as a black magician in the eyes of some, i am now more budhist than anything, anyone have a similar tale?
Dan
Sumerian Druids from Atlantis wessxe@postoffice.ptd.net More Tales
I got the 'fake' version at a Waldenbooks store a few years ago. Now like others were saying, I think a lot of it deals with how much you believe, because I really really believed in it. That night when I first came home with it, I had this dreadful feeling. I went to sleep with the TV on, because I felt scared. As I was falling asleep, I heard this loud voice in my head, and it woke me right up. It was like something yelled in my ear, but I'm not sure what it said. Sorta like how the mad Arab heard "kutulu" in his head after his experience with the dark priests (if it is true). It was odd. Then the next day, I was kinda tired and drowsy, and I was falling asleep a little, and I open up my eyes, and I see these strange things in front of me.. it sorta looked like hairs on a filmstrip. But they were there it seemed. It was strange. Now I imagine I'm gonna get laughed at and people will say "yeah right loser", but I don't care. I'm just stating some of my beliefs and my little experience. It seemed like my life was going to hell, but I'm not really sure if it was from the book, cause everyone goes through those stages. But anyway I was convinced it was, and I burned the damn thing. (go ahead laugh). A few months later, I had this incredible urge to buy it again, which I did.. I would read it all the time, it was almost like an obsession. Maybe just intense interest though. Anyway I still have it today, and I won't open it because I don't want to become enthralled with it again. Oh another thing, it says inside not to let anyone read it.. and someone looked in it once. Well a week later, I was in a bad car accident, and my best friend died. Also, I was having trouble with my friend, (girl problems sheesh), and I was actually praying to gods that something bad would happen to him.. I was really messed up. And now look? I even feel that perhaps I was protected by unseen forces, or the book. I've never actually tried the rituals or anything but who knows. Like I said, it's all in how much you believe, because I think the human mind is everything. All of our minds together is what the gods probably are. But who knows.. There are a lot of UFO sightings lately. I believe that the ancient ones and elder gods are mostly alien. The gates and what not lead to other planets and dimensions.. hmm I can't explain all this the way I see it because it's already starting to come out wrong and make me sound dumb. Anyway, the bookstore Necronomicon is probably a fake, but I believe it still works if you believe and that is it taken from authentic Sumerian Script and what not. The real one is probably somewhere.. I read that the Germans (Hitler era) may have had one in one of their vaults, and it was bound in the skin of the holocaust victims. Ever think that perhaps the Sumerians are from Atlantis? I think Atlantis may even be part of this whole thing... I think perhaps the Druids came from there too, for I believe they worship a water god called Absu, which is alike with the Sumerians I think?? (anyone can correct me and teach me here ya know) But perhaps Atlantis was the center of the earth's magic and then destroyed. Perhaps Atlantis is R'lyeh, considering R'lyeh is a sunken city.. the Druids/Sumerians trapped Kutulu there, and then fled to the other continents and sunk Atlantis. And with Lovecraft, I believe he may have known some stuff and wrote about it. Perhaps his writing is his theories on everything, but he was just afraid to admit it or something. He has incredible connections with Aleister Crowley too. I think I read about that on a web page once. They're lives hook together with a few coincidences. Ok well I'll end this now. I'm not trying to start arguments or anything.. I don't care if you criticize me, but there's really no reason to. I'm just stating a few ideas. Ok respond with thoughts and ideas and tell me where I'm wrong and right.
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