Italian Necronomicon

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(Necronomicon) Abdul to Azreq

Al azif(Necronomicon)di Abdul al Azreq

Translated from the Italian by Franc is WHutterAt azif (Necronomicon) - Italian translation of version translated in greek by Theophylact.

BOOK I

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In his faulty translation Teodoro remembered the words: "Take care that you do not know the day


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nor the hour" 1 2 to justify the need to know who you are waiting. Translation, however, that it was not

complete nor faithful Teodoro perhaps because he had not had the courage to write it all or do not think

it necessary: even so, however, seemed too damn the Patriarch Michael that were burnt by now twenty

years ago.

Now I Theophylactus, those who contemptuously call Euchites, also called 5 piaaaiov3

because, before being Euchita, worked to caulk ships in the arsenal of Byzantium, I translated tonew to us the book of Arabic. I brought everything in greek omitting nothing to fear nor to alter anything

horror. I reported all because before we had tried the Arab street that we seek. Before we had found

keys that open doors that have been long forgotten.

Remember that what is forgotten by most is not only for this, necessarily dead. The doors are still

out there and there's anyone that can wait. Before us, the Arab had opened the door and he saw: and

why was called crazy.

But we know what we have to do because who must return can enter. The day is coming when we

will come Who will know how to recognize their loyal ... 4

In the year of the Hegira ... 5 during the reign of Caliph Hisham, on him is not the blessing of

Allah6, I, Abdul al Azraq, later. the last events of the life of my master I am going to

write, according to his instructions, what we have learned together because they remain as a lesson for

those who want to get into the treacherous sea and stormy where my teacher probably foundered after

visiting strange islands and seas even stranger, but above all as a warning for those awful You could have

the mad recklessness of the fate groped without being sure of his own ship and not have good cards and

good sailors. For she said, the teacher on our path already companions and guides may have appearance

and powers to incinerate the heart and minds firmer more solid and stable; then also he said that of the

many possible obstacles and enemies was better not to speak.

Myself that - I met him a few years after I was caught with my ship and I was the clerk at 7 ... and I

was his fellow student, of meditations, visions and those people, who for Luck does not come even

remotely imagine, called follies, for almost forty long years until the last events of a few months ago - I

myself can not say I know how far he had gone and what monstrous fellow pilgrims have accepted, andwhat unspeakable price, because often, in front of moments which obviously thought that I would not

be able to endure, left me in a spectator and went on alone. And I can assure you that already those that

I knew would be enough to drown miserably in terror more overwhelming all those who consider

themselves wise.

1 The beginning of the page is unreadable.

2 (Mt 24: 42). And characteristic of Abdul his use of quotes by famous classical texts in a way that, at

first glance, may seem misleading. Continuing the reading and entering the mentality is seen,

however, that the quotes used to the way of Abdul actually have their own logic that, even if strange,

does not fail to its own coherence. It can appreciate how, under the veil of evidence Abdul has

discovered and would like to suggest the existence of a level of underground reality far more

poisonous than what we used to know.

3 What we can make in Italian as "pitch".

4 The rest of the text is difficult to recover.

5 appear to have been intentionally deleted all the information necessary to trace a more precise

localization in space and time. Abrasions should be very old.

6 Perhaps this change in the curse of the traditional blessing of the Arab is not imputarsiad translation

errors or copying and can be explained by recalling that Abdul in his last years did not worship Allah


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but of describing in his book.

7 Here it is the historical reference was deleted.

Now what he had expected and anticipated and feared seems to have occurred.

When we left Damascus six months ago to find the ruins of a city that in our visions had seenscattered in the sands of Rub'al Khali8 made me swear that, if we had found it, I would have stayed out

of the ruins and would return home to write what we had learned, leaving his inevitable fate if I had

seen a signal that would have made me understand that it was useless to wait yet, or worse, investigate

his fate.

Arrived near the ruins and you can believe that if you do not say where they are not to desire to

remain the sole possessor of knowledge that I'd rather not have: Please contrary to the good of all who

remain unknown and hidden from men and that the One who sleeps below them was not too bothered

by the visit of the teacher we were met by a storm of wind, walked in front of us and he had to be home

and body of some intelligence not just in the world who know the poor portals: before him in fact the

desert animals fleeing frightened was not the case with the normal desert winds. My teacher said that it

was the guide that should have followed to get where he wanted, did before him the necessary acts of

homage and made himself known as a man who knows who he's dealing with and who is willing to

accept it as a guide with all that frightening and irrevocable a similar contract entails.

The turbines led us right in front of the ruins of what once, but I dread to think how long ago, had

been a city. At this point I realized that it was time to stop and it would be useless to try to convince my

teacher to let me go with him. I stayed where I was, on a small hill on the edge of the ruins that lay

ahead of me up to a cliff of rocks that closed the horizon and where the graves were dug.

Do not ask me to describe what little I saw of the ruins for most covered up because their only

remembrance causes me a feeling of discomfort and distress from which one is attacked when you

realize that it has lifted a veil that had to be lowered and that It is not relieved by the awareness of not

being able to see much of what the veil hiding. We will never be sure in fact that who is on the otherside of the veil has not seen us and has decided to focus its attention inconceivable.

In the light of the waning moon my partner is forwarded in the city and across the ruins still

following the whirlwind that I kept seeing swirling above the ruins. The turbines then stopped in front of

a crack in the rock wall over the ruins in an area that the graves seemed to have deliberately avoided. As

far as could be judged from the point where I was the opening seemed too regular to be natural

although, to be built by human hands, had the form and proportions especially well strange. However I

saw my master come crawling in Split and turbines soar along the wall and dissolve.

Seven days I was waiting at the edge of the field of mind-blowing vestiges that seemed to have the

power to vary between a dark aspect of harmless normal and the feeling of complete and blasphemous

strangeness that you could try if you were sitting in front of objects clearly manufactured and you know

that are not the work of humans.During the night of the seventh day, because it was dark of the new moon ... the vortex reformed

before the infamous opening now that I knew to be the gateway to unimaginable depths, not built by

human beings in times of antiquity imagined for purposes not it is good to deepen and guarded by

entities which man, luckily for him, not even suspect the existence. He crossed back across the field of

ruins to a stop in front of me at that mo ment I heard his precise

8 Perhaps this city remained a distant memory transfigured in Arabic legends that tell of the city of


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Iram (also called the City of copper or the City of a thousand columns) built by Shaddad the crowds in

the desert of Arabia and submerged by divine wrath to punish the pride of Shaddad but still exists

somewhere under the sands. Is remembered among other things from the Arabian Nights (from 275

to 279 nights, Einaudi, 1969) and Omar Khayyam (quatrain 272, Einaudi, 1963) as well as by the Koran

(89, 6).

will that drove me away from the city and I realized that it was useless to continue to wait for my

teacher. In one way or another he had found what he sought.

I loaded it then of the few things we had brought with us, rendered homage to being the vortex and

taken the road to Damascus.

In the months that followed I worked frantically to re-read and study our diaries and everything we

had put together over many years of work. The few hours of sleep I allow myself are increasingly

populated by nightmares, visits of beings unmentionable which fortunately I can never see clearly. Now,

however, I know very well who they are, who sent them and what they want from me; What I know now

that sleeping under the city did not escape my presence in front of him and knows where to find me. I

also do not have much time to say all that I have to say: soon receive a visit that, if I open doors and I

reveal knowledge not easily imaginable for me either that I spent my life in these trials, but I willperhaps not to die (which would still be the most benevolent fate) but definitely out of any rule of

existence known to us mortals of small poor imagination. The only hope I have is that, before receiving

the visit, the effort of the past few months, hashish with which only I can still find a bit of peace and

especially the intolerable nervous tension that now leaves me more able to put an end to my existence

in a natural way at least.

What you will find in the books that follow it all I can put in words what we have seen and

experienced; many other things we have seen that there are in these books, but there are things you

can not explain with words to those who do not have at least an idea for having already experience it

yourself.

Figure 1 - The sign on the door


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BOOK II

Please understand that all the sciences and the wisdom of this world can never give you an

understanding of what even far is actually the world and it is good for our little minds that this is so

because only in this way be able to pamper yourself in a shell of illusory security.I, helped by sciences which are not addressed in the wisdom of all and led by teachers is good that

they remain in the shadows, I just tried to lift the veil that some deity was pitiful lying between us and

the rest of the world and I had some vague idea of what it can mean. 9

Once, in my distant youth, when still in command of my ship in the service of Pisa9 10, I saw the

great dome of St. Sophia in Byzantium. Was ginotte and the dome was now so dark that you could

almost only to realize the presence of the great time that enclosed space above us. Below there were

just a few lamps that lit the space around them and that sometimes were able to extract from the glow

golden mosaics farther. Foolish wise! What you call the world is only one of those poor lamps to which

you and we all remain pathetically clinging and the so-called order of the cosmos that you believe to

study and learn and superbly think you can apply what you imagine to be the realtvale world just how

far the glow of the lamp, a foot from the wick. But pray day and night some merciful God, if indeed

there is one, there are glimpses of the veil of the abyss forcing you to see the dome! One look on such a

view would be enough to make you lose all sanity and all confidence in any form of order and logic. In

fact the lamp that you keep clinging is not nothing but a small island lost in a huge sea always agitated

by the waves and tormented by the winds and the island is small and low on water

so that you always have the impression that the sea is about to submerge and the other islands - if

do exist - they are remote, so distant.

In fact the true nature of the world is not the beautiful architecture of orderly rotating spheres that

your philosophers imagine, but a vast expanse of space chaotic and fluctuating that shake and

writhes as the waves and currents of a stormy sea. And in these spaces, outside of

small human logic, are the same areas that have life and shape to eddies and condensation and lumps ofsomething that is not easy to define - and maybe it's a good thing - but you can imagine being on the

edge of the event to our miserable senses human.

Imagine a room full of steam and lit by just a small lamp: the vapors are moving from the rough,

condense and form writhing figures and approximations of forms that you are always going to identify

as something known but never managed to do it . Now try to expand this room to understand the world

and to match its walls with battlements inconceivable universe; then try to make more and more

rarefied steam up to confuse it with the space itself; finally eliminated the lamp but attributed to the

space that you shake and cakes apetti of colors and sounds intelligible to our small ways or, if you

prefer, attribuitevi ways inconceivable for us that will put you in a position to see and hear the colors

and sounds crazy: If you will be able to imagine all this going beyond the wildest delusions of the most

hardened opium smokers then you will have a pale image of what really is the chaotic sea around thesmall islands and the endless dome over the pathetic lamps.

9 Step a few lines too spoiled to be translated.

10 From this, it is one of the few hints autobiographical Abdul, feel able to conclude that Abdul was of

Italian origin (captain named Pisa as it happens).


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Now if you hold firmly clinging to your small certainties and not be afraid of losing what little peace

of mind that you have put together will try to expose what few

Men have seen or even intuition and no one saw without losing any light of reason.

Because you should know that there is, widespread in outer space and its very essence, a mind and a

will that I animate and move. This mind and this will are those that someone, without realizing what hewas saying, has called "the name of Chaos" that get to take

form each time in the bubbling cauldron of cosmic defining a vortex that forms a clot

space: the outer space lives of this continuous creation and dissolution of clots and vortexes that

constantly condense, stir trying to outdo one another and expand at the expense of neighbors and

dissolve only to return to some form ui 'beyond the time they purchase a semblance of shape and

finding these vortices condense also in them a part of the name of Chaos spread in space: at the

moment the vortex acquires an individual nature and almost personal.

These are the ones that the few who know that they exist and are definitely not crazy call the other

gods who live in the outdoor spaces and do not like to be disturbed by prayers or requests or even

thoughts too insistent.

These are those alluded to some ancient sages when they say, so otherwise incomprehensible

talking about a demon, that "his name is legion" 11: now it is terribly clear why.

These are still the ones that our little minds insist on seeing evil and evil when in fact they are just

totally out of the human mind and it represents really for us the ultimate perfection of the nameless

dread. But know that the terror that inspired not so much by their real malignancy according to our

estimates, but by our consciousness of cosmic chaos fuller, deeper and without hope of which are the

manifestation and in which our little orderly world is tossed endless.

Imagine still our little world with its planets and its celestial spheres that diligently rotate into one

another and, out of this, the endless ocean of Chaos that stirs and, in it, the vortices that thicken and

dissolve endless. The only semblance of order and logic that can groped to find you, if you hold the mind

to contemplate it long enough, it is a slow and uncertain but steady shift, as we move away from ourworld, from small eddies and relatively stable vortex increasingly titanic but increasingly unstable and

violently agitated and devoid of order and form.

Gisenza delve much into Chaos - no one has ever done and came back able to tell - are vortices

beyond any possible terror imaginable able to engulf our entire world; in these vortexes, as they are

formed and gather, he feels the mind grow inside them and, with this, an inconceivable attention to

those who, in whatever form, is watching them.

Already facing the closer and smaller the human mind that dares to observe finds himself in terror

craziest because he realizes itself be the subject of monstrous observation and attention from the Chaos

conscious ways that go beyond human understanding. Some children of these vortices penetrate often

within our cosmos ordered and then we know them, among other things, in the form of what the

scholars call Latin spirits of the elements and have the illusion of its true nature and know how evokeand rule: if only they knew what immense and monstrous army they are virtually harmless vanguards

would not want to have anything to do with them and they would take away carefully. But in other ways

they appear in our midst because remember that their nature is nothing but space and clotted with

some mind widespread: they can then go around and

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all cross unhindered and unimpeded. Everything can be inhabited and animated by these vanguards of

other gods and perhaps that was what he wanted to say that ancient wise

who claimed that "everything is full of gods" 12 Perhaps he could see them, or at least to intuit the

presence among us; perhaps he glimpsed here in our cosmos ordered small vortices similar to gatheringclouds and dissolve, moving in and out effortlessly in visible bodies and live in all that we see. Perhaps

he also understood the nature of their thinking and Chaos had preferred not to advance further in his

research, or perhaps he did not have the courage, and yet he had not seen anything really scary!

But be careful to these children who are the Other Gods: beware as the vortices of space that is

their nature tend to become more stable as observed and you give them attention. The attention of

someone who observes it helps them to stay alive, and strengthen them, which means that it gives them

the opportunity to consolidate and grow in front of you. It may happen then that in front of you who

observed a small vortex at the beginning no more

impressive for a reel of sand in the desert ingigantisca in a few moments to become a

turbines that can darken the sky engulfing everything in its path and to swallow with his will now

become monstrously p otente your little mind that recklessly helped him grow.

As you move away from the coasts of the island then the vortices become larger and larger, more

unstable, more undefined but also - because the greatest - the most powerful in the mind and will that

bring with them and what we call evil. From our little point of view this means that increases the chaos

and that other gods become increasingly malicious, powerful idiots.

And even that had been seen by some ancient sage who had spoken of hell and demons that inhabit

it and said that, as they go up in the hierarchy diabolical beings are increasingly idiots and increasingly

despised by their own demons subject: the values of Evil and Chaos are the reverse of those of Good

and Cosmo. Even here, however, the wise had seen just a glimpse of the true ultimate reality because

these beings are not Limited in hell any live but all the space - are first of all I expanded space-plus

degreeinconceivable than our ridiculous little cosmos of which we are so proud and so, again, these beings are

not really bad according to the petty rules that Arabs and Christians have invented believing encode

Good and Evil: are bad more because they are able to complete their nature to give the anguish most

abysmal and ultimately simply because they are the cosmic Chaos always about to break into our midst

to completely overwhelm and

definitively all our foundation and certainty and drag us into spaces that fortunately for us we can not

even remotely imagine.

Just off the last ball of the cosmos ordered and quiet that we know and that we delude ourselves is

"the world", where begins the undisputed realm of the Other Gods, there is a band of space where

reigns UMR-AT-TAWIL, the threshold and the guardian threshold.

The vortices that form in this area are the other gods who, together, give birth to What the wise thatI have glimpsed called UMR-AT-TAWIL seizing him the most obvious function for noi13. Those who

venture outside areas in fact, has just begun its journey, he is facing the door from the silver key, the

door key on which is engraved the tremendous sign

Koth that opens and chiude14: open outdoor spaces for those who know him and know how to use,

closes the outdoor spaces

for those who can not. 12 13 14


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12 is a doctrine applicant in Greek philosophy beginning with Thales but pro. likely that Abdul has

arrived in the version of Proclus well known in the Arab medieval environments.

13 According to the principle of effectiveness of the magical names Theophylactus leaves in Arabic

name. In Italian it could be translated as "The one from the long age" and is usually rendered as

"Being without end."

14 See in Book VII.

But unhappy who tried to pass the door bypassing the sign: UMR-AT-TAWIL is driving fearful but

benevolent to those who know how to work and know that they can withstand its devastating power

but is also the guardian frightening and unforgiving for those who, for unconsciousness or ignorance, try

to pass without knowing. For this unfortunate immediate death will still be a pitiful concession and a

manifestation of mercy undeserved. Because remember that it is true that there were those who tried

to look beyond the veil of the Abyss and accept Him as a guide but it is also true that it would be

prudent that he had not had anything to do with him. It is written in the book of Thoth15 how terrible

the price of one his gaze. After all, it is very likely that those who pass will never return: the spaces that

transcend our world there are indeed forms of darkness that grip and make it blind. The Thing that

roams the notte16, bad sign that challenges the oldest, the dark mass that stands guard at the secret

portal that hides every grave and growing with that which comes from their inhabitants, all this evil that

already us poor mortals of small fantasy seem the last summit of terror, are nothing compared to the

One who is the Guardian of the Door and Gate, one who will lead the rash all over the world into the

abyss of unspeakable guzzlers. Because this is UMR-AT-TAWIL, the oldest, what the ancient scribes who

dared to talk about it called "Being without end." Past UMR-AT-TAWIL opens before you the final port.

Through this it comes out in what is really the outer space. There every memory of the earth and the

cosmos, order and logic is finally and hopelessly left behind. Chaos total, complete and without hope is

in front of you, behind you, around you up to limits at distances so inconceivable to make you believe

that there are no more limits.

In this space three precepts must have in mind if you want to retain any hope of returning backagain in the form acceptable for you and your likes.

The chaos you see stretch endlessly around you, and that you now know to be living and animated

and attentive towards crazy visitors, not only around you - which already would be enough to shake the

firmest minds. Remember the nature of thinking space (although with a logic of chaos for us

inconceivable and monstrous) and deduce from this, if you dare, the ultimate consequence: it is also

within you, even you who are hopelessly in him and he is master of its monstrous devote attention. Pray

then to have your tools with you and still have breath and mental clarity enough to vibrate the

appropriate words of power so as to not be able to control the other gods (it would be complete

madness and blasphemous

presumption illusion you can command the infinite Chaos and Lord of all) but at least to juggle the

waves of titanic power that will be submittedAnd remember that even outer space has strange laws that are not those of this land. Sometimes

you can think of having traveled huge distances but you find yourself at the point where you started;

other times, in what may seem to you a few moments, you discover that you have traveled distances

inconceivable. It is important that you remember well these facts and to learn to dominate them: there

are points in outer space that should be avoided because they are the preferred location of vortices

particularly unpleasant to meet and dangerous to handle. If you do not know these laws and you can not


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rule them run the risk of falling in the final dissolution that, they say, has happened to Zenig of

Aphorat17. For if you do not know where you are and where you are going, especially if you fail to direct

you on your trip you may happen to find you before what some wise

15 The Book of Thoth would be a very ancient Egyptian papyrus containing rituals and incantations

extremely powerful. Despite appearing mentioned in various historical documents Egyptians (which also

destroyed several times the state) has never been found a papyrus with this text. During the Hellenisticperiod however, in the early alchemists, texts with this title were widespread.

16 seems to see here a memory of the Bible (Psalms, 90: 6) speaks (in the Latin version) of "negotium

perambulans in tenebris."

17 Not much is known of this Zenig. It is still remembered in the beginning of the book Necronomicon

VII as the King of Aphorat (probably dating back to pre-Islamic times) that he wanted to see Azathoth

and paid rather curiously his imprudence

call center of Infinity. In this place the last abomination, beyond those in the

Our human language may be designated as the Cyclopean walls final universe,

Azathoth is: if you arrive in front of these walls without doors have to hope only to die in time and be

permanently canceled and incinerated - believe me when I say that is still the fate far better that can

happen to you and do not ask me to explain how I know !

One more thing you have to remember (and even here it is your sanity and maybe even your life)

when you are traveling in this outdoor space surrounded and immersed in the Other Gods do not you

turn back because there is an infinite number of beings that They were called the

Larvae of the Other Gods and that in reality are vortexes in the making that are going to be defined and

start their ephemeral life of seething chaos or decomposing struggling to keep alive. These larvae have a

fierce thirst of any form of life force that can take over and get to a human being (which already

compared them is still miserably weak and helpless) for more uncertain of his powers and is undecidedabout his actions for them a ridiculously easy prey and much sought after for its interesting content of

mental power that helps them grow. I have not tried it, although many times there I was close, but I can

assure you for having seen the monstrous effects of a classmate of visions which is not at all pleasant

feeling grab and suck your mind of something that is not seen but damn real and inevitable because it is

the same space with a thinking mind of chaos. Perhaps the best situation that can give you an idea of

what you should try in such cases is that of the fly caught by the spider. If ever you've seen a spider took

a fly and holds it between his legs while slowly sucks you also observed that the fly usually does not

move, as if he knew that there is nothing to do but wait knowing that the end is inevitable and perhaps

wanting it as a liberation. Now if you use your imagination, you put yourself in the place of the fly and

try to imagine that the spider is invisible and that is not outside but inside of you and what you're

sucking from inside is not the body - which would be horrible - but the mental substance and the spiritof life, you will have just an idea of what it means to be a prey to the larvae of the Other Gods.

For your salvation, move only when you are very very sure of your means and your sanity and still

always remember that outdoor spaces exists a quantity-over beings always ready to take advantage of

presumptuous ignorance or even by simple indecision unlucky visitors.

It's been many years since I saw wonders and horrors beyond the dreams and nightmares of the

most delirious but I still very much alive in the mind the memory of my first outing in outdoor spaces.


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Luckily for you, you can not explain with our own human words everything I have seen and

experienced; But here is a part of what I wrote down in my diary.

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Kalb to Asad18 19 is clearly visible in the sky,

Yad Yamna20 to not see,

The Moon is new, and the night is dark but clear.After six months, my teacher considered finished my preparation. I am ready, and the balls are in

the right position: the teacher gave me permission to exit groped.

18 is deleted a line that was probably written date diary.

19 Kalb al Asad (or more correctly Qalb al Asad) is "the Lion Heart": here Theophylactus has retained

the Arabic name but the star is also known in the West as Cor leonis. It is identified by some as one of

the visible forms of Yog-Sothoth.

20 In Arabic means "right hand" and is fun to watch as the star in the West is called 'the silver hand' or

'the right hand of Orion. " It is Betelgeuse.

Start the ceremony that many times I studied and tried: now they can do it without even thinking

about it.

I run the first ritual of the silver key.

I feel a kind of vibration in the space around me and within me: I can not see the things I had

around me until a moment ago.

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I take up where I left two days ago, after making the c ceremonial silver key, and I try to tell what I

saw.

I must have crossed the first door: I seem to be in a space that defies description, of indefinite

shape and color-changing.

There seem to be vapor continually changing. The situation more like that I can imagine - and yet

so far - is to be inside a mirage ever-changing, distorted and evanescent yet real.

I wait. I know that will get anyone but the sense of anticipation is becoming more acute until aunbearable tension. Perhaps this is a test with which I am rated by eyes that I try not to imagine and I

can not see. I feel very good, however, that in some way they're watching me.

My heart almost stopped when, among those who have tried to describe as vapors, appears out of

nowhere a figure vaguely human but larger and fully cloaked and hooded. I was prepared for this

meeting and I know who it is: the fact remains that being in front of UMR-AT-TAWIL - the port and the

Guardian of the door - and know that only very few humans or non-humans found themselves in this

situation and even less They have passed and they came back with the ability and desire to tell it is an

experience that would have shocked all security and certainty. Now I realize that all the advice,

recommendations and the insistence of my teacher because I continued the preparation and I did not

take impatience were justified.

I'm not sure that he actually recited aloud the invocation at UMR-AT-TAWIL how many times I Peroexercised to do but somehow I did.

Everything back quietly and I think I hear around me the pulse of outer space as at night, near the

sea, feel the surf on the shore. But experience is shocking because it is not a whisper but a deep and

powerful vibration that maybe it's not even a real noise but that can be likened to a kind of rolling

thunder, a titanic breath and rhythm that vibrates outside and, what is worse, vibrates inside me the

deepest chords causing a feeling of power inconceivably large front that I realize I am totally


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defenseless.

I passed the final door and entered the outer space.

When I was entering I just glimpsed behind me a seething forms and approximations of forms that I

would try to forget. For groped to give an idea it could be called beings or animals or monsters or

deformed parts of animals in various stages of composition or decomposition but animated life and

movement hectic and busy writhing, to dilate, to coalesce and to sneer endless and meaningless. Iunderstand that I am describing these beings in human terms: when I see them are actually quite

beyond human imagination but it's all I can do to describe them. And maybe it's better that way.

Once out fades and fades that sense of emptiness I had felt and that he had despaired of me, of who

I was.

They are now in outer space.

The first impression I have is a strange uncertainty about the nature and extent of my feelings. If I

had to describe what lies ahead, according to our normal senses should I say 21

21 Once deleted row.

Transformed into electronic documents from Naamah (http: //utenti.tripod.it/Naamah).

At azif (Necronomicon) - Italian translation of version translated in greek by Theophylact.

be immersed in the dark, in the cold and silence: perhaps if you could fly in a tomb I think you would try

something like that. But as in the grave, if you know how to call it, there is more life & what men usually

believe, here I realize he could see and hear in ways that are not mine and that I give the impression of

extending spasmodically and painfully my body. The awareness of this new state comes suddenly as if

someone had opened me to force a third eye and I'd have to look at me and causes a violent wave of

disgust and nausea because it gives me the impression that he was introduced to force in a not my body.

The spider does not feel disgust of his condition spider but try to think what vertigo of horror should

drown those who were carried away with his mind and his awareness of man in a body of spider here,

this situation can perhaps make a ' my idea.

Passed in some way now I find I can see, in the deepest black, as the shades of darkness some ofwhich seem to have the power of blinding flashes of light like lightning in a thunderstorm at night. I

seem to see with eyes that are not mine: the light is darkness and darkness is light.

What I see and which I am surrounded by a continuous seething, chaotic and frenetic beings blacks

that move and stir on a black background. Some of these beings appear as spheres of varying sizes - as in

conditions like that you can appreciate distances and dimensions to something comparable to a man

until beings much larger than the largest domes of the mosque I've ever seen. The only pathetic

comparison that comes to mind is a great cauldron of boiling pitch (such as those used in the arsenals by

workers repairing ships) 22. But you must make an effort of imagination to enlarge the cauldron until

the end of the world, calarvici in and imagine the seething pitch and each bubble as having mind,

attenzine and will. All fidget, squirm, grow and fall often inglobandone other nearby and dissolve into

nothingness to return to form again.I understand to be in the midst of the other gods and blind amorphous and made of nothing, yet

thoughtful, active and malicious. I have a moment of total panic because, as far as can be prepared, be

really among Other Gods is an experience that transcends any possible theoretical. In the moment of

their greatest expansion vortices that are the Other Gods seem to have as an iridescence that slowly

fades when they start to fall apart and turn it on again every time you come in contact with each other

and flickers and glows incredible colors that are not this world when they are incorporated by bigger


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ones. If you were to try to describe the dominant color of these iridescence - as it may make sense that

description - I'd say the closest the world of men is a bluish gray like the skin of the octopus in agony.

Although the picture is ridiculously inadequate to titanic majesty of the scene perhaps a distant idea you

might have thought that the effect could make a room dimly lit full of piles of blue pearl and those that

come from the islands of the Sea inferiore23.

The silence of the grave is no longer such. In unison with the stirring vortex warn you now an infiniterange of sounds that could be loosely described as moans, groans, bellows or all together and much

more. At times they seem about to be called into something like a language but badly, fortunately, come

to clarify definitively.

At one point the most insane terror takes hold of me: the sounds are actually taking an

unmistakable resemblance to something known, an unholy cacophony of flutes that seemed to come

from infinite distances yet very close and that slowly conquer me with its charm and hypnotic sneaky. So

what is the meaning of the flutes in outer space, so those who play them and Chi24. At this time I saw

near the end of my first trip and every trip possible. Then I must have done something to regain control

of the way, how many times I was prepared to do, or maybe it was some outside intervention that he

has turned away from me

22 Perhaps this is an addition of Theophylact.

23 should be the current Persian Gulf.

24 See the description just ahead of Azatoth.

Danger final. However the sound of flutes evil was slowly absorbed in the forest of bellowing and

laments that, despite the anguish that inspired me at the beginning, at that moment it seemed pleasant

and restful.

Another feeling I have to write down. Outer space is cold, icy cold and inexorable reminiscent of the

deepest crypts and forgotten and is animated by evil winds that blow in anger and hysteria, it seems,

with diabolical awareness, which freeze on the outside but, worst of all, introduce their deadly chill and

no escape into the body even in the most secret fibers as if it were transparent to them and I

attraversassero easily withstand the cold and the wind with my volontper how small because I know

what is the origin and meaning wind and cold: the frantic desire that the Other Gods appear to suck my

mind stuff from me and my life energy and to seize it and to assimilate them grow. The sum of their

endless efforts and attempts spasmodic and hysterical, although luckily without result, but this causes

me feeling cold and deadly despair without hope, and this alone, in the long run, it could be fatal.

On all these impressions scattered and fragmentary as acute still reigns with an anguished intensity

and overwhelming the horrible feeling of being in front of an infinite number of appearances with the

mind and will, always changing and evanescent but no less real and fearful, indeed all the more

fearsome and terrifying as I observe and realize that their mind thinks with the laws of chaos that we

can only see how bad cosmic utter, complete, final and without escape and hope that the human mindnever succeed imagine ...

This is part of what I wrote in my diary before and immediately after my first outing in outer space:

then for more than a month did not include other annotations. Not really anything workers remaining in

meditation and trying to regain control of my will and my nerves and I assure you that was not an easy

task.

I remember that during these meditations in a flash including the deeper meaning of what until then

had seemed only a poetic image of some ancient sage who said that the gods are not interested in the


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facts of men and live indifferent and blessed spaces between mondi25 26. In fact, when I realized that

"the spaces between the worlds" are nothing more than the external space outside of the cosmos I

ordered realized also that the wise with "gods" did not mean the ridiculous and pathetic characters of

ancient fables but must have sensed the monstrous presence and the devastating power of the chaos of

other gods and perhaps he also knew that the gods of the earth are somehow supervised by other gods

and they protect against too importunate and insistent requests of mortals. Including even that when hesaid that the Other Gods "are not interested" was not describing a fact - even if it was usually

understood - but he was expressing a wish and a hope for the good of all our poor world knowing what

it might mean to definitely monstrous and terrifying even a moment of serious attention and motivated

interest in us by the other Gods.

26

And finally, beyond the oceans of endless open spaces and endless legions of other gods, perhaps

where no man has arrived and from which however no one has ever looked back, rise the cyclopean

walls and blasphemous universe that enclose the that visionaries craziest call the center of infinity

without giving details. Here, within these walls without doors that wrap around themselves to form

what in human terms could be described as a vast sphere, it is enclosed a space larger than what our

astronomers recognize our cosmos and ordered quiet. This space is a single, gigantic and monstrous

vortex, one seething cauldron and riotous infinity, one mind and one diabolical and exterminated

25 It should be a rest of the doctrines of Epicurus.

26 Something's missing.

attention occupied eternally bubbling oaths and curses against everything, including himself, in a

supreme frenzy of chaos. This is the demon-blind amorphous idiot reigning imprisoned in the middle of

infinity like an animal trapped in a funnel of sand that is anxious vainly trying to get back on top, and

spends his time and energies in efforts hysterical and unnecessary for leave and all his mental faculties

in oaths and curses. This is Azathoth: the demon sultan abyss last and final of all the chaos and ugliness,so diabolical perfection of the essence of the Other Gods. This is the complete and total denial of any

semblance of order and logic and form. This is the daemon beyond any possible human knowledge.

Around him, but already outside the walls of the universe as nothing - not even the other gods - can

withstand its proximity, the Other Gods are rolling drums and blow flutes endless producing a deafening

cacophony and monotonous that has the power to grip the heart with a mortal anguish to those who do

not know what that means because some obscure its regularity has the ability to awaken the deepest

chords of nameless dread sleeping in us. And while the vision of the vortices that form and come apart

in front of you holding out monstrous appendages to fulfill the office of arts that hold chopsticks drums

or, even worse, of gruesome parody of lips which press against the flutes, would be enough to remove

any remaining reason even without knowing who these blasphemous abortions divine fulfill their office.

Some say that the Other Gods who play in this way around the throne of Azathoth honor them.Foolish reasoned that according to our small human logic! Azathoth is actually the last abyss of chaos

and ugliness that is insulted and despised even by the hosts of other Gods that are referred and which

also, in their own way, fear him. The diabolical cacophony around Azathoth is a continual insult in

response that causes her equally constant activity of cursing and blasphemy cosmic.

So we celebrate the liturgy of Chaos.

Azathoth is beyond the walls of the universe, beyond our conceptions of time and space, beyond


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even our ideas of being and existence is to us completely and definitely more. However a manifestation

for us more understandable, an event which for us is like the side of his face turned toward us. This

event is the evil vortex representations is figured like a gigantic ring around the walls of the universe, it

is what we know under the tremendous name of YOG-SOTHOTH27: this really should be on our maps

instead of the center of infinity as this is beyond our means of representation like he was out of the

sheet that contains the map.Meditate on the fact that Azathoth is the core source of the primordial Chaos, the Chaos is hidden

and not yet revealed, is the root and source of each event while hidden YOG- Sothoth Chaos revealed

and manifest, is the chaos that comes before to us with all its shocking charge of cosmic terror. This is

the secret reason that is said about God who is One in All and All in One; this is the reason why we say

that in Him past, present and future coexist. Outside the walls of the universe vortex ring that is Yog-

Sothoth acts for us as a mediator between the inconceivable Azathoth beyond all conceivable ways of

existence and our small and limited human world. And through Him that our world is given its share of

cosmic terror and venom of Chaos; it is through him that the evil Chaos enters quietly, constantly,

relentlessly in the world as a horrible sewage nauseating that infiltrates and drips down from the ceiling

of a crypt.

To help you understand the nature and the way it operates perhaps you might need a vision that I

had once while I was meditating on the nature of time.

So I wrote in my journal:

27 In Arabian Nights is remembered (day 632) a nation of infidels idolaters hated by Arab Muslims,

among others, they worshiped yaghuth (name that some interpret as a corruption or a faint allusion to

Yog-Sototh).



Today celebrate the cycle of seven times seven nights of meditation on time. I take again the drug

Tikkoun28, burn perfumes and singing invocations.I still spend the night in meditation.

Now we are close at dawn.

The room is plunged into a deep gloom, only a sliver of sun now begins to enter through a window

at the top. In the strip of light move, it seems to the case, small particles of dust. Their slow motion it is

hypnotizing. I no longer see each other.

Gradually the sunlight seems to fade and eventually disappear in a uniform light gray. The motion of

the dust tends meanwhile become more regular, down like rain slowly, quietly and evenly.

I lost sight of the individual particles of dust: it is as if the rain had not made up of drops but were a

single entity that is becoming increasingly indefinite and impalpable.

The walls of the room disappeared. The space seems to have no limits: it is all ui uniform and

indefinable ocean grayish in which flows a rain that is not more than dust.The final impression is now that, apparently delusional, two spaces coexisting that slide one above -

and as inside - the other: one is gray and as Iscio, the other is still gray, although in some inexplicable

way distinguishable from first, and it gives the impression of having a granular nature. I realize how

absurd this sounds expressed in words, I would get right tools to describe what I see.

Their movement has the character of a slow inevitable and unstoppable and gives the impression of

fatigue resulting from having followed a path infinite but also the inexorable decision to make a journey


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just as infinite.

Although I can no longer distinguish between high and low, left and right, and I seem to float in the

air I could say that the space grainy continues to plummet like a silent cascade of dust from an infinite

height to be swallowed by equally endless depth.

I hate to think what might be the source from which it originated and the well that receives ...

This I wrote on that occasion in my diary and I can deliver this to you as an aid to understanding theway in which Yog-Sothoth and its load of evil Chaos infiltrate silently in our world.

Meditate on the form of the spaces; meditate on the sphere of our cosmos that touches the vast

sphere of outer space at the center.

You will understand then why the bravest, or craziest, among the ancient researchers of these

dangerous knowledge they called Yog-Sothoth the End port and the Guardian of the door. Actually there

where the balls are touching, there is a passage and the passage is guarded by the vortex that is cut off

around the walls of infinity and is also on the edge of space in the center. When in fact some crazy dares

groped exit into outer space he is before UMR-AT-TAWIL, also called the Gate concave exit of our space,

and then the great Yog-Sothoth, the port entrance convex space stations .

Know then that, if ordered other worlds like ours exist, are places like ours around the large central

void. The vortices between these worlds, however, are as endless eddies that swallow everything

without escape, the Cyclopean floodgates are raised to limit the ordered cosmos in which we live. When

you want to know the other worlds the only terrible way that you will then pass through the Gate of the

vacuum in outer space and, even through this, in other worlds. And in this way - by Yog-Sothoth - that,

they say, will come back on this Earth the Great Elders, who once reigned here, to reclaim their ancient

possesso29.

28 does not speak elsewhere in the code of this drug.

29 For all this part where Abdul seems to outline an overall structure of the universe see the attempt of

reconstruction of Fig. 2.1 based also on what he says in other passages of the code.

I remember during my experiments on the effects of the mark Voorish30 that makes visible the

Other Gods and beings from their products, he happened to see a demonstration of YOG-SO-Thoth.

I am referring once again from my diary even though I would not need aid to renew a memory that I

could hardly forget.

I have pondered the significance of the sign of Voorish and I practiced running it. Today I feel at last

a real execution.

Do I sign and say the words.

As soon as the ritual I understand that I can not control the direction in which the other gods will be

made visible.

I lose consciousness of what's around me and I think I see a huge room, like a mammoth caveapproximately spherical, wrapped in heavy shadows.

I do not distinguish much but I have the impression of seeing the center of the cave something like a

dense cloud suspended.

I'm slowly getting used to the darkness but the scene continues to maintain a strange feeling of

unreality, like the ravings of fever: it's lacking depth and I look at it is that inside the cave oppressed by

its enormous time and the presence of the cloud now it seems somewhat staring but, at the same time,


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outside of it like looking at one of its depiction.

Then, in a flash, I understand where I am and what is the little cloud. For a moment I must have lost

consciousness when I realized that I snuck into the lair of what the most powerful, monstrous and

terrible can happen to a human being to see.

What had seemed like a thick cloud is actually a manifestation of the great YOG- Sothoth made

visible by the action of sign Voorish.When you regain consciousness understand with terror in front of me there is a huge mass, as big as

a mountain, of gelatinous, translucent and mucilaginous, something like a titanic and monstrous jellyfish

without the beauty of the colors and the elegance of symmetries of jellyfish that are seen in the lower

Sea. This was a shapeless mass, flickering obscenely from which protruded like tentacles hawsers of

ships that were to be fixed on the ceiling of the cave: in this way the monstrous god was suspended in

the center of its space. Every once in a tentacle pro-she tended from ground to grip the time and

another time gisulla withdrew or moved. In these movements throughout the gelatinous mass he

seemed covered by a continuous tremor that was hushed, very slowly.

The whole cave is now immersed in a light that seems set dark red and black: I get the same feeling

you get when, with my eyes closed, it looks to the sun and you see red and black spots that move within

the eyelids. And, as the sunlight inside the eyes, this light does not illuminate: only serves to make

people feel more the lack of a true light. When dealing with Yog-Sothoth I see that he is now the same

color: now seems like a huge blood clot though still retains its gelatinous, translucent and shimmering.

Inside it is gathering something like a core that seems more compact and opaque. The core is now a

sphere the size of a dome that can be seen clearly through the translucent mass that forms the obscene

and bloody body of Yog-Sothoth.

Suddenly I understand that what is forming ahead ameun single, monstrous eye in a moment that

will open to stare for me would be the end.

I think I screamed. The vision then it's over: just a moment before YOG- Sothoth addressing his

creepy look at me.

I find myself in my room, in the midst of objects familiar to me, bathed in sweat and trembling inevery fiber.

30 Del sign Voorish no longer speak, at least in part of the code that we have examined so far.

When I had the courage I returned to meditate on this vision and including among other things that

in this form Yog-Sothoth, suspended spherical cave in, I was shown seated at the center of our world as

a sultan who sits on the throne in the middle of his kingdom. It was a mocking way to make it clear to

those who could read the dark signs of the Other Gods, although its origin was in outer space, the

orderly world that we believe our belonged to him and was able to settle its center to radiate from here

its charge of malignancy as well as cosmic, when he wanted to, he could act from the outside.If only the people walking quietly down the street also knew vaguely what is under the ground

stomping and believes solid and compact I think the world would be engulfed by a wave of terror and

collective hysterical madness that probably there would need any further direct intervention of the

Other Gods to establish their complete domination of cosmic chaos. Therein lies the ultimate truth of

what he said Ibn Shakabach31. "Do not be confused by the rumors of sissies. Remember, the power is

big, much less the need to act. The supreme power is still in the center of the universe: the just turn out


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and everything will be done according to his hidden desire "32

But make no mistake about that, just because it is confined within the walls of the universe,

Azathoth has no possibility to act on the outside and right into our little orderly world. That encloses the

center of infinity and which, as they say the ancient sages, the only architecture - whether architecture

can be called the concept of chaotic pile with which they were created - has the character of a

blasphemous curse, these inconceivable walls are formed, stretch and agitate incessantly strangevortices that, if they were visible, would resemble a titanic tentacles lashing I outer space hitting the

other gods that their path and creeping between them and within them. These tentacles, that they too

are part of the Other Gods, are

Somehow eyes, ears and claws of Azathoth; these tentacles and independent thinking

yet in some abominable way parts of the demon sultan who use them are the means by which Azathoth

can override the spaces and get this far in our world and in all other worlds and operate its nefarious

operations. These tentacles are the messenger of the Other Gods, I tool with which they enter into the

worlds, listen, observe and act.

These vortices form sprawling fact something like channels in outer space within which the attention

and the will of the other gods are moved back and forth in this way

the Other Gods and the same Azathoth, although distant and inhabitants in areas outside our, can

climb and oceans of empty exceed the doors between the various layers of outer space until you enter

into our world and operate their teaching of chaos. This is why it is called the Messenger of

Nyarlathotep Other Gods and their servant and executor of their amorphous desires and their

blasphemous commands.

These tentacles are in fact the outer appearance of Nyarlathotep, the chaos of a thousand forms,

the vortex that creeps in when ordered world is able to take on any form that is required to pass

unnoticed in the world or, conversely, to be noticed causing , according to its whim, admiration, fear,

awe and terror. This is what some have called the Crawling Chaos intending thereby indicating its

capacitdi enter with his destructive charge of cosmic chaos in the orderly world we know and wander

among us for his unspeakable purposes like crawling beneath the appearances of order . This alsomeans that Nyarlathotep could be anywhere between us, stay perched on our shoulders and follow our

footsteps in the night without that we have no chance to recognize him - except when and if he wants to

- let alone to avoid it. And probably still be the same wanted to remind the learned Latin, I remember

from my distant youth in Pisa, they spoke of "negotium

31 Of Ibn Shakabach (or Ibn Shagabah) do not know anything but his name is indicative. Actually it

means "the son of the opponent." If we remember that the first meaning of Satan is "He who

obstructs or opposes" the name acquired its importance.

32 seems to see here a distant memory of the doctrine of Proclus the One transcendent acts in the

world.

perambulans in tenebris "33 also filling us with terror not knowing what was the tremendous cosmic

reality that lay behind these words.

Always remember that Nyarlathotep has a thousand forms: the beggar on the street corner and the

caliph in all its glory, jackals howling in the night and the storm of sand that seems to follow you, the

odd coin that you find yourself in the hands not remember who He gave it and yet the cloud passing in

front of the Moon or the grain strange in a marble column, all these and countless other appearances

Nyarlathotep may have for you or for someone else or for our whole world. Remember that everyone

sooner or later happen to meet Nyarlathotep in some form even if a few grants to be recognized and


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even fewer are able to recognize it for what it really is. Been so careful how you conduct yourself and

everything you say and do and even what you think and remember what he said an ancient sage:

"Watch ye know neither the day nor the hour" 34 And you serve help keep alive your attention that sign

in the sky astronomers call

Milky Way and connect to fantastic celestial snakes. In fact the bright band is something else: it is

the memory of a time when Nyarlathotep was entering our beautiful ordered cosmos with all itsboundless power again in the form of vortex try-casting that possesses in outer space. And as the cosmic

scar on the skin of the world left by titanic whip vibrated by Nyarlathotep outside in a time when the

blind rage of Azathoth was barely contained. The Way of the Serpent was always there, at least in living

memory, so it is likely that the episode goes back to earlier times man but no one ensures that it can not

happen again and that this time the whip does not reach deep into our world. If this happens, please do

not be there to see it. Look at the Way of the Serpent, remembered every time what is its tremendous

cosmic significance and always be vigilant!

Other forms can still take the other gods to manifest in our world. Other forms knew the ancient

beings who were on earth before us. Other forms still exist among us even though we can not see them

and we have lost even the memory.

But know that not everything has been forgotten by the small memory of the men, just for that,

necessarily dead.

There are approximations of human beings and that now we do not even suspect the existence

because forgotten ages immemorial. There are some who, when they manifest in our world, are beyond

any conceivable abomination. There are in excess of the centuries and eras because they are not outside

and above the time as we have fun to imagine the divinity of our world but because the body with which

they occur is beyond the death of the beyond any imaginable without decomposition and putrefaction

that life - in some blasphemous form - by abandoning them. There are some who have conquered death

subendola and accepting all the consequences to the most revolting. There are some in this gruesome

form may remain as asleep (for us would be dead and forgotten) for eons without end until someone or

something not call them back to a new life of terror for men and a new activity which manifest evilchaos their true nature.

Beings ancients knew the main other gods who have settled in this form in our world under the

name of tremendous CTHULHU when dropped on Earth before the people of Beings octopus. Beings are

ancient, who saw him for the first and fought with its monstrous emanations that have guided me to see

it and understand it.

His demonstration that Beings old had the misfortune to know is an enormous bag flabby and slimy

like the head of a gigantic octopus high as a mountain and as wide as the cloister of the mosque. The

skin is elastic and soft and, below it, you see bustling inside shapeless obscene body:

33 is still a reminder of Psalms 90, 6, this time with an explicit reference. This step is in fact alludes to

the Jewish demon Lilith in turn descended from Babylonian Lilitu.

34 we've seen the quote in the book that I and Theophylactus uses as an epigraph to his translation:comes from Matthew 24, 42.



seems the film formed on milk that supports a straw but lets you see the movements of milk below.

What, however, the milk does not have is the color and smell. Instead of the serene white milk will find


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in fact a summary revolting color of the corpses at every stage of decomposition by the sickly yellow-

green to bluish gray to the horrendous and indefinable shades of moods that ooze from their graves and

are by their inhabitants. The pleasant smell of the milk is instead deleted and overwhelmed by all the

scents most pestilent and abominable that can be exhaled from the graves of plague victims and avoid

the lepers and the burial of the worst necromancers abhor: the stench beyond all imagination of those

who died by endless ages yet he continues to live beyond rot and decay.On top of the mountain it is obscene hoisted a head on a kind of a short neck. The head is high and

wide as a squat tower and is surrounded by tentacles hard, elastic and circles that resemble huge pipes

trachea: their strength must be prodigious. The tentacles end up with a kind of mouth with three teeth

similar to those of lampreys a pink bloody. Among the tentacles open wide liquid eyes and fixed, even if

they look like and not look dead, they see and observe everything that happens in front of them. And

pray with all your might not to be under the gaze of a corpse and yet you live in this terrible god who is

alive only because it is beyond the death and died because beyond life and has the power and

capabilities of life and the death of both of them together and knows each malice.

On the bottom of the slimy bag that acts as his body stretch stubby tentacles wider of the pillars of

the mosque who runs around and uses that as the legs and hands and claws and extends and retracts

according to his diabolical needs With these approximate the ends CTHULHU great advances on Earth

with a pace that may seem uncertain and shaky and almost pathetic: But beware from thinking that, for

this appearance, it is easy to stop his path because in reality, despite wobbles and falls, there is no

human power that can hope even only to slow it down. Unfortunate indeed who he thought he could

stop it would be better for him that it threw itself into the snake pit: only the most powerful of the

ancient magic of the forgotten ancient Beings, if properly conducted, could in fact, if not stop it, at least

to raise a protective barrier against its victims.

They also say that this ancient Beings obscene blasphemy living produces a noise diguazzante watery

and that is his trademark and that it does not recognize the showing. I remember one time I saw a well

in semi-dry with the muddy bottom a sheep fall struggling between the water and the mud trying in vain

to get out of it. Like this but infinitely full of anguish it must be the terrifying noise and revolting at thesame time dell'abominevole CTHULHU advancing.

With these same ends the great CTHULHU moves with much greater safety at sea: Beings old say it is

terrifying to see the power, the speed and ease with which it moves into the depths of the oceans.

But when he decided to move long distances on this Earth or out of our cosmos to fit in the spaces

outside her former home, CTHULHU is able to rise up from the earth and the heavens along with long

membranous wings each formed by many tentacles similar dishes enormous, endless scrolls surging

chaotically. Shopaholic then you never know what can be creepy feel above you the whirlwind that

invests with the chill of death and the stench of putrefaction; shopaholic never know what can be

terrifying to see how the great shadow of thunder-cloud that darkens the sun when you see clouds

before the sun. The great CTHULHU fact, like all the other gods when they come into our world and as

beings from they generated among us, is invisible to our eyes and become visible only if he wants it or isforced with the sign of Voorish and with the dust of Ibn Ghazi35 When you happen to see those signs, if

you do not know who it is that causes them you can always limit yourself to shiver as a fear that you do

not understand why

35 To sign Voorish see note 22. Dust of Ibn Ghazi will discuss this issue again in Book VI.

and to think about the strange things that happen in the world; but if you know what their tremendous

meaning and who are due the only thing you can do is to try in every way not to get noticed and wish


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with all your might that the blasphemous CTHULHU flying above you will not see or does not want to

own you. Then truly you understand price anguish deeper and desperate thing is to desire to never be

born and in any case from that moment the tension more delirious not leave you any more because he

knows-priest what is behind the innocuous appearance of serenity and tranquility of this poor world

that we delude ourselves to our call.

Stand therefore attentive to his signs - noise diguazzante, the pestilential stench, the wind chillsource of anxiety - because they know that the great CTHULHU is near.

Unlike the other gods who already know it CTHULHU is always with us from ages immemorial

though in a form difficult to understand for us. Because when R'lyeh - the infamous city of Beings

octopus came from outer space - sank into the sea, endless centuries before humans appeared on Earth,

the great CTHULHTU protected the town with his spells from offenses and sea time and entered into

what, for lack of more appropriate terms, we call her grave. Since then CTHULHU sleeping his sleep of

death and dreams visions of inconceivable power of chaos and diabolical malice waiting for the return

ball in the right position to go out and take possession of what is due. And maybe this is the secret

meaning of the legend that the ancient Greeks told the Gorgon Medusa no more

understand the real, terrible meaning. They said, their poets that horrible head

Gorgon with snakes and surrounded by the look that, even after cut, was able to petrify had been buried

in Argos and here the head, somehow still alive, asleep dreaming eternally creepy thoughts of hatred

and revenge and sending nightmares beyond any possibility of human endurance to those who had the

misfortune to pass near or to think too insistenza36.

Then when the first humans appeared on Earth did the business for us more terrible evil of this

liturgy. CTHULHU in her sleep began to send his dreams to the men who made them as their nightmares

and visions of terror as well as orders inevitable that darkly pushed them with overwhelming force to

perform church services and ceremonies that would allow a day and to CTHULHU his hordes come out

of his grave some of the homage and submission of those who have the misfortune to be present to

watch his abominable awakening. When the first man was hooked with the first vision was chained and

enslaved forever for the blasphemous worship of CTHULHU: at that time he also created the first link ina

frightening, endless chain of nightmares and rituals passed from one to another for centuries and

millennia

It will no longer be broken. Even today these worshipers of the god infamous, the profane, divine living

corpse are among us and do their obscene rites in the dates set and meditate on the visions sent and

continue to make converts to hasten the day when you will make the final ruin us and them.

Meditate again on the nature of space. Meditate on the nature of the Other Gods. Meditate and

understand.

The space that surrounds the world that we consider our space that wise Latin delight in describing

and concocting format as beautiful neatly rotating concentric spheres, this is one of our space Other

Gods.You Hastur that fills the void between the stars, it is Hastur who is the void between the stars and

the vessel in which everything is contained. And Hastur the true essence of all that we believe in our

world and we call empty void. And Hastur the air around us and shape of the air and the headquarters

of 'air. Hastur actually has no form because it is home to all the forms that we see in our world, of all the

forms that we do not see but we can imagine, of all the forms that we can ever imagine but somehow

exist and are there in lurking behind the veil.


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Hastur actually has no name, because it has the form: Hastur is the unmentionable.

36 In one of the versions of the myth of Medusa (mentioned by Pausanias them, 21, 5) his severed

head is buried under Argo.

37

These are the other gods with which the ancient beings had to do and we have handed in some way

the memory. These are the other gods with which we too must learn to treat because they are dead or

missing although few are those who suspect the existence and even fewer are those who knew them

and are still alive.

But remember that these are not the only ones: the Other Gods are a vast legion, are an endless

army occupying all that we can imagine the most hidden profonditdella earth, from the darkest depths

of the seas up to the highest, and still much more than in outdoor spaces without form or order. In fact

there are more things in heaven and earth than any philosopher or poet or madman will ever

immaginare37 to 38 and will never disclose any meditation: and thank you again for this our little

fantasy. Otherwise I do not know yet if we could continue our orderly and peaceful life in what we

believe our world orderly and peaceful.

And beware of thinking that all that I have said so far is only the empty erudition without purpose

and that the era of terror is a thing of the past that people only occasionally have nightmares of the

sleepers. The era of terror is still there: even if no one knows the Other Gods are neither dead nor

disappeared. Know and remember always that what keeps them imprisoned in their dark crypts

between the spaces and makes them harmless to us so that we have forgotten that there is only the

powerful magic of ancient beings who had found the formulas, signs and rituals to keep them at bay

within the circles.

Do not be the arrogance to think that man is the only master of the Earth: the man was not the first,

the man will not be the last. The man - even when believed to be the master of the Earth - is not alone.Those were the first, those are the first, the first ones will be. Today we see them and we delude

ourselves to dominate "our" world but in realtanche today among us. Those of the first are not in the

spaces we know: are the spaces between and among these primordial incedono and unperturbed

outside dimensions and beyond our sight. But always remember: Yog-Sothoth knows the Gate, Yog-

Sothoth is the Gate; Yog-Sothoth is the key and the Guardian of the Gate. Past, present and future all

exist together in Yog-Sothoth. YOG- Sothoth knows where the first ones came out once to enter our

space; YOG- Sothoth knows where to come out again. Yog-Sothoth knows which fields of the Earth

Those first have imprinted their infamous footsteps and knows which fields still tread with their

blasphemous rites although no man can see them. Remember, however, that they smelled you know

that you are close. And also their appearance can imagine - even without seeing them directly -

observing the traits of those they have generated among men.Those first walk invisible and abominable in lonely places and avoided where the Words were

shouting and the rites were celebrated in an appropriate timeframe. Be on guard because their voices

whisper in the wind and hidden bowels of the Earth announced their awakening.

Their footsteps bend their forests, their footsteps crush towns and cities but the forests can not see

the claw that hits them. Kadath desert ice cream knew them but as a man can be said to know Kadath?

The stones of the deserts of the south, the ruins in the submerged islands have left their mark, but those


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who have seen the city sleeping under the ice and towers wreathed with seaweed? The big CTHULHU is

one of Them yet has just the strength of intravederli. Ia! SHUB- Niggurath! We know them as an

abomination. Their claw is on your throat and you still can not see them! Their home is the same

threshold of your homes that you believe

37 There is probably a gap of a few sheets

38 This step calls strangely Shakespeare (Hamlet. 1 ', sc. 5 '). Not so peiegrino wonder whetherShakespeare may have known somehow the Necronomicon (at least partially) Whereas one of the

most profound students of this book was John Dee about contemporary of Shakespeare

so well guarded! Yog-Sothoth is the key to the door. Yog-Sothoth is where the balls incontrano39.

He reigns today where they reigned once but remember and tremble: one day they will reign where

once reigned man. After summer is winter; after the winter is again the summer. They await powerful

because they know they will come back. They await their patients because they can wait forever.

Always remember that if we can still talk about the cosmos and the order is only thanks to the magic

of ancient beings but also remember that these spells cannot last forever and no one today is able to

repeat them. Do not forget that there are still among us beings who serve and worship the other gods

and work to break the circles that keep them trapped and helpless. And there are special places,

shunned by everyone without a reason, avoided because it feels uncomfortable without knowing why

and as observed with blasphemous attention to something that should not exist, places where -

somehow not clear - you feel the breath chill of the outdoors and the presence of a life that is not

human, that is indeed completely alien from the human and which view human life with the attention of

those who know how to find a food awaited immemorabili40 eras. These places are the blasphemous

doors that will return to Earth the Other Gods and their obscene worshipers.

Figure 2 - The scheme of cosmology that Abdul had in mind


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39 See again FIG. 2.1.

40 A similar theory on the insane appetite of non-humans to humans is exposed by Michael Psellos in

its dialogue on "Works of the demons."

BOOK III

I tell you now that the evocations of YDN last high priest of ancient beings who were on earth before

us, and tell - why servant teaching - what YDN taught me over his people, the businesses that were with

strange beings and even more strange divinit..41

Vision 2

This is the third time I try the ritual of evocation. I may have found the right tone for the final words:

yesterday when I finally uttered I felt the air vibrate around me and I felt shake in the depths of the

spirit. I had to use all my will power to be able to dominate the vibration.

I run to the end the ritual.

After playing the last invocation it is born again the vibration and is growing slowly amee around

inside me. Suddenly I realize - and the discovery frightens me even if it is what is expected - that is what


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I call vibration actually makes no noise and not hear with your ears but with your whole body that

passes through it and is as soaked.

The fumes that rise from the seven braziers seem disposed as to form a curtain in front of me.

Somehow the movement of the smoke is driven by vibration decreases and increases with the

thickening and thinning of the smoke screen.

It seems to me that behind the curtain is forming something like an egg that glows a milky greenishglow. I have a moment of panic when I realize that that egg is home to a bright intelligence that is

turning his attention to me.

For a moment I am torn between the joy of being able to perform the ritual and terror for what in a

moment I will be in front but I do not have time to rock me in this indecision. Being beyond the curtain is

talking to me. Actually I do not hear voice or words but somehow I get your message. Instead, what I see

and hear is an intensification of the brightness and vibration when being "talk." It almost seems that

these signs are the outward manifestation of the pulse of life being like when - after exertion - you hear

the beating of his heart on his temples.

This is what the voice said.

"Your ritual was successful.

You've had some vague knowledge of the existence of our Great Race and you felt the desire to

learn more. Your desire is good and has been expressed in the appropriate forms.

I'm what you, without knowing, you called from a distance of ages immemorial. I am what you

evoked by a condition that is not life and not death, a condition that, for now, you can not hope to

understand. I'm the one who will guide you to learn what has been and what is yet to learn. "

After these words the silence returns, the luminous egg stops pulsating and darkens slowly even

while the vibration slowly disappears.

What I have mentioned it must be returned in the inconceivable place from which I called. It scares

me this conclusion because in evocations I've done before I was always leading the liturgy and to

command what I had conjured. This seems to have a rather his will independent of my and my superior

and that if I listen only to their free grant.Vision 5

41 From here on, the text of this introduction is spoiled but should not be lost anything important.

I make the summoning me to appear before the priest.

Now I understood his nature but being in front of him always gives me a tremendous impression.

The priest tells me his decision to grant my request and to tell the story of his people.

"It will serve - he says - for education of those who now is on the Earth and it feels master. It will be

an act of justice because our race is extinct but left his enemies as monstrous eredita who came after

us. And the right to know what happened before you; it is right that any of you know the means to

defend themselves but always pray that he never at having to use. "YDN makes the air a strange sign. My vision blurs; I am overcome with nausea. I must have passed

out for a while but when I realize what is ahead of me are going to faint again.

I see from above, as if you were flying, a landscape of a titanic vastness and majesty overwhelming

despite its extreme simplicity.

What I have in front of it is a plain fact that it seems that consists of a single, immense stone slab of

a light gray bluish. In front of me, very far away, the plain is interrupted by an escarpment that curves


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like to hug. Also the slope is very smooth and clean. More or less in the center of the curve that draws

strange, far down the plain, I see a rift dark almost as tall as the cliff like the mouth of a cave.

Once embraced together with her eyes the first thought that comes to mind is likely to shake my

poor certainties: what I see gives me the impression that it is not natural but deliberate, planned and

built not dare think what monstrous and titanic means. It seems that some hands of greatness and

power inconceivable to have a world of cut stone, like cutting a loaf of butter with a knife, to shapefollowing the orders of a mind capable of drawings of grandeur even blasphemous and offensive to the

gods like us We imagine them. When I look at what should be the sky I lost a moment: I see no stars, no

sun as I expected, I see indeed even something like a sky whatsoever.

All this landscape, now that I know to be built, as is bathed in milky turquoise seems to rain from

behind me even if you do not see anything resembling a sun or any thing that may make the office. I

have the same impression that you try looking under the water when you see a wall blue but you know

that that wall is not the end but rather the beginning of an infinite space: I dare not think how this space

can be extended or who It is inhabited or what might be beyond

The dominant impression is of being somehow outside the world we know, in a place in every

respect far and alien in a complete and definitive: I feel like an intruder and I find myself hoping not to

be discovered & not even know who. When I lower his gaze back on the plain I see two tiny figures

walking slowly, as oppressed by the immensity and majesty of the place, heading for the gap at the

bottom. One is a Being old with characteristic waddling gait, the other is a man. I see better man, and

are taken by a wave of uncontrollable panic: the man is me but while I still have to look at everything

from above. I do not know how this could happen, but I have the distinct impression of being really in

two different places. Buy back a semblance of control and calm when the two are now entering the rift

that now views closely, reveals a very high entry triangular cut in the escarpment.

The interior is dark but it seems sure that we proceed, as driven by ways they can do without light.

We walk in a gallery high and narrow down the interior of the rock. The journey is long and always

downhill. As we advance the gallery is losing form



triangular to take that of a huge pipe. I lost sense of time and distance: I do not know how long we are

walking and how far we have come but I have the impression that now penetrated even into the

deepest bowels of the earth - even if they are still on Earth - and it has reached together once belonged

to cones dead and forgotten even before the man was born. The air becomes more hot and humid and I

seem to feel a dull throb that is somewhere ahead.

Down the tunnel you start to see a rosy glow orange. Suddenly the tunnel ends and I find myself on

the threshold of a room of a magnitude and a stateliness to be short of breath. The contrast with the

dark and narrow tunnel is impressive and for a moment I remain mystified.

"This is our temple - YDN tells me - this is the most sacred place of our ancient sacred city. Fewbeings have been allowed to become aware; very few h

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