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(Necronomicon) Abdul to Azreq

Al azif
(Necronomicon)
di Abdul al Azreq
Translated from the Italian by Francis W
Hutter
At azif (Necronomicon) - Italian translation of version translated in greek by Theophylact.
BOOK I
1
In his faulty translation Teodoro remembered the words: "Take care that you do not know the day

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 to
new 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, and
what 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

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 seen
scattered 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 other
side 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

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 will
perhaps 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

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 of
something 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 the
small 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).

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 he
was 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 our
world, 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 evoke
and 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
11 Matthew 5: 9

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 gathering
clouds 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
degree
inconceivable 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 that
I 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

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 back
again 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 submitted
And 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

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 Hellenistic
period 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 undecided
about 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 spirit
of 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.

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.
18
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.
21
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 a
unbearable 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 Pero
exercised 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

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. I
understand 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 of
which 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

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 infinite
range 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 mind
never 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

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 he
said 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

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 YogSothoth 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).
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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

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 the
way 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 cave
approximately 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,

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 in
every 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

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 strange
vortices 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 also
means 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

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 its
boundless 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 evil
chaos 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.
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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

in fact a summary revolting color of the corpses at every stage of decomposition by the sickly yellowgreen 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 the
same 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 is
forced 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

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 chill
source 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 in
a
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.

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, YogSothoth 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

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 whether
Shakespeare 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

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

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 greenish
glow. 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

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 shape
following 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
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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. Few
beings have been allowed to become aware; very few have found the way to get here, and they
entered. I, as the last of the great priests of our race, I was just in a state of suspended life that you do
not distinguereste from death to guard the temple and drive learning who directs his studies in this
direction. I also followed your path towards us even before you knew of our existence, and I let you get
here, where so far no human has gone before. "
They are on the threshold of a huge cave with a time it seems that the same sky and that comes

down to the ground and continued, without corners, with the floor size as a large dock cable. The first
impression that comes to mind is of being inside a huge wineskin.
Once they run on five pairs of ribs forming a titanic star: the ribs are detected on time and give the
impression of the ribs that are seen under the skin. Within each pair is formed a deep groove that
reaches the ground. Here open circular doors that lead into dark caverns beyond
On the floor slightly downhill to the center five rows of wells forming a star which repeats that of
time. At the center, where the rows of wells gather, there are three broad steps that lead to a circular
descendants central shaft which corresponds to a similar opening in the center of the vault.
YDN says that no one knows where it ends on the pit floor.
"Well on time - says - that a normal mind would expect to find somewhere in the plain above the
escarpment outside, for how many searches have made some rash (on the strange properties of that
place worrying rumors circulating in fact) it is not He never has been found. Do not ask what theories
can explain this strange situation. "
On the steps, at the end of each row of windows, it stands a pair of high smooth stones and curved
toward the center that suggest the white teeth of sea urchins. In fact it is natural to compare the whole
thing that I encounter something more to living than to a building: although it may sound absurd to say
it seems more natural to be inside the stomach of a monstrous animal or, better yet, inside a gigantic
curly emptied of its viscera but still living, rather than in a temple designed and built. All the space is
bathed in pinkish orange similar to dawn in the desert that seems to be generated in an incredible way.
From wells on the vault and on the floor at the center come out two thin greenish rays encountered no
halfway up: there where they meet inflates a bright orange ball that seems formed by currents that
move like liquid fire contained by force inside of a vessel invisible. The substance contained in the
sphere has the brightness of the fire but did not have the heat lamp suspended reminiscent of the cold
light button and fireflies. The currents appear bright in the sphere projected on the ceiling and on the
floor in floods of bright orange on an orange background darker moving and pulsing so as to suggest a
network of veins under the skin. The clear impression is still that of a living being.
From the wells rising columns of blue-green vapors that are dispersed on top with strange
It swirls.
On the whole it seems to hover a rhythmic pulsation and profound that it is not sound but it is
beyond the sound, it is not oscillation of the light but it is. beyond the light. Somehow it seems dark
operate, immediately beyond the threshold of the sensitive appearances, something like the beat of a
huge heart or lungs all'ansito of Titanic which control the oscillations of light, the puffs of steam from
the wells and the dull hum that felt already in the gallery. I sense somehow that this heartbeat
underground is the reason for the existence of all that I see around me and I find myself thinking with
horror that, if for some reason it should stop, everything would dissolve and I find myself overwhelmed
by oceans endless darkness and dispersed with no escape in unimaginable depths of space and time
spanning all understanding.
The four side doors are now coming out processions of priests cloaked in large Barracani purple with
turquoise long scarves that mask a bit 'their true colors: it is a good thing because, although he has now
passed the first impression, I do not know how I would react so finding it away from my human
certainties among many of them. On their heads they have a kind of crown pierced that vaguely
resembles a perfume burner but made a strange greenish metal. Above the crown it seems to float a
luminous globe similar to that at the center of the temple and giving to the appearance of a brazier

resting on the head.


Tentacles that they use as hands carry something like a heavy bar that seems twisted gold decorated
with bas-reliefs most amazing I've ever seen.
While the procession advance slowly towards the center pitch waving and oddly cadenced by caps
rises a sound of a deep shocking that somehow I sense to be adapted according to musical rules
although totally unrelated to any harmony we could ever hope to imagine.
When processions stop around the large circular steps central light dims until the temple is
illuminated almost exclusively by globes that priests wear on your head. Even the singing falls in
intensity until it became almost a whisper but still capable of moving the most hidden soul even without
being able to understand the meaning of the song, or the logic of the music. The vision starts to get
confused. I feel cold.
I find myself still on my mat. It's night. The lamps are off.
I do not know how much time passed.
I am tired, very tired.
Vision 14
42
"It was then, when we were back in our old city under the sea and now we began to lose heart as if
to us there might be more hope, it was then that my distant predecessor, the high priest Voonar-Koth
which became more known with the title of Arannarian (the founder), he disappeared at-sight of all. His
disappearance increased even our discouragement because Voonar-Koth had always been our defense
and our incentive not to yield. With the passing time chl fear and despair reached the point that some
even thought that we had given up and was forging some infamous pact against us.
No one ever knew where it was but I know a long, long ladder under the temple of our old city and I
think I know where ports.
After a time equal to 40 days of your, as suddenly disappeared, Voonar- Koth reappeared among us.
He must have sustained evidence that we will never imagine, and 42
42 Missing a few lines beginning.

He bores the terrible marks on the body, and even more, but in the spirit in his eyes an air of triumph:
he had got what he had come to find.
When he returned among us he had in fact carried a flat stone, greenish and waxy as big as your
hand and thus formed (Fig. 3.1). This stone - he explained - was loaded with a power intensity
inconceivable coming from the same infamous sites of origin of other gods and superior to any power
they could put together or their obscene worshipers could think of using.
Any other stone fashioned in the same way and made contact with the foundation stone with the
appropriate rituals would buy the same power. This stone - told us yet - would be from then on our
symbol and our sign.
There risky but to ape the tremendous magic Arannarian fabbricandovi alone like a stone nor try to
use it!
For the stone does not purchase its power from the designs that are engraved or rituals but by the
transmission of power from the first stone or distant from others that have been loaded in the same
way.

Drawings and rituals are important because they allow power to flow properly without taking the
risk of unpleasant ways incinerate who awakens the dragon without knowing then how to master it.
To this I say: if you find or whatever you manage to get hold of one of these stones with the sign of
ancient beings loaded in the right way - and rest assured that you will know if it is realizing it - keep it as
the most precious treasure than ever you or anyone else can ever hope to achieve. There is no power of
the sultan, however great, able to approach him or ruby Indian enough to buy it again if it was the
largest bird egg Roc43.
Vision 16
I convinced YDN to show me the grave of Cthulhu; I won his strengths and his fears for the presence
of a danger - he says - that might follow as a shadow for the rest of my days.
"And even beyond ..." he added.
I perform the invocation and I appeared before YDN. Holding the stick of gold twisted and a long
scepter that I had never seen. It is hard and cold as stone and wood, but was carved to resemble animals
like snakes or fish or salamanders never get to represent them fully. As it turns new approximations of
forms come and go but what is disturbing is that, despite everything, its various aspects seem to
represent a single inconceivable and monstrous animal. YDN tents me and tells me what will stick, for
my trip and the only passport to go where I want and hope to return alive: what in fact is the scepter of
44.
When I take it in my hand I feel a physical discomfort because I dl'impressione of something slimy
and vibrant as if it were a live snake or was about to become one. I'm going to drop it but I do strength.
YDN still trying to dissuade me because - he says - the scepter assures me the return but can not
guarantee me sanity after returning nor can prevent it from being accompanied by something that is
better not to investigate the nature and purpose: both know what We're talking about.
YDN then begins a strange sing-song with a voice very low and deep. It reminds me a little song that
I heard the first time in the temple, but this has a kind of rhythm that gives me anxiety.
43 is the legendary huge bird mentioned in the Thousand and One Nights that elephant to eat its
young and whose egg is higher than a dome.
44 Do not you read the name.
While continuing to chant rises above his head a tentacle and makes a circular motion jerky.
Around us climbing a blue mist, and I do not see, nothing. I feel like a distant whistle in my ears. I
lost track of time: I do not know if you have been hours or only a few moments but I can see again.
Maybe it's already a bit 'that I went back to see but I did not realized because there is nothing to see.
It seems that we are flying in mid-air in a space greenish blue uniform without limits or boundaries.
Suddenly I realize that we are moving underwater. I should have known right away but nevertheless
when I realize I can not suppress a spasmodic impulse to flee. YDN must have understood and wait a
moment for me to regain some control.
"It is important - he says - that you arrive calm and quiet because there you'll need all your energies
of mind and nerves."
We continue to move in this liquid world that seems to be something more and something less than
a sea. We advance in a greenish glow that comes from everywhere and nowhere:
no shadows and does not give the true light. If we really are in a sea it is a sea very strange: you can
not see the bottom and do not meet fish. It's like being on another world and another time: I feel an
intruder much more than the first time I entered the temple of YDN.

We are moving like flying but I have no idea of where we're going: in this space monotonous and
uniform seems to be no more up and down, back and forth. Thinking about it I'm not sure that we are
moving and he's passing the time. I do not hope to explain, but I feel that, rather than our movement,
what is happening around us is something similar to a distortion of the same space. And as if all around
us up and down, back and forth, over and under were quietly and intentionally ridisponendosi according
to a new geometry absurd and obscene and blasphemous according to new laws such as the great Euclid
never even suspected.
When I remember what YDN told me about the strange property of space around R'lyeh understand
with terror that we are approaching the blasphemous city YDN considers the seat and the source of all
evil in the world. Then, without warning, we find ourselves in the midst of ruins that seem cyclopean
arisen from nothing and rise up around us like mountains and minarets. We arrived at R'lyeh; or maybe
it R'lyeh that he has come to us.
This was the origin and center of all evil and all abomination from ages immemorial. This is the
reason and the cause of all our nightmare and terror. This is still the beginning of our end one day.
It takes hold of me a mixture of reverence, as in front of a dimly sacred place, and anguish without
name, knowing he was about to see the most abominable and blasphemous to me will never happen on
this Earth, and terror before the event Sensitive totally and definitively more. In my distant youth - when
I was a Christian - I was in Rome; then made the pilgrimage to Mecca. In both cases, I left with the
conviction that he was in a holy place, it arrived near the source from which flows the current of divinity.
Here is awakened in me the same feeling, but this time there is a single, tremendous difference: the
town in front of me is a grotesque and obscene counterfeiting of the holy city, and God that I will be in
front of what is beyond the more evil and diabolical us little men we can conceive.
I dominoes only with great effort, I tremble in every fiber, and are no longer so sure you want to
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"Once started, stop it falling into the bottomless abyss that opens beneath the thin bridge that we
are taking. The only salvation for you is to go ahead and make your way to the end. "
Around us thickens a forest that seems endless ruins of hard to understand the original form.
I have the impression that their form "original" has always been that I now have before: I remember
the name by which the great Voonar-Koth indicated this place - "the kingdom of the evil Chaos" - and I
understand that in some so the blasphemous holy city has always been so. Are walls and pillars, arches
and obelisks, blocks of all shapes and sizes piled in bulk as a titanic cataclysm that has shaken all the
foundations and hurled it at the bottom of this strange sea.
Everything is covered with a patina similar to mud sticky and stringy greenish; festoons hanging from
every corner of the same disgusting matter.
All is silent and lifeless, but what I know makes me realize that I'm getting closer to a form of life
beyond the poor and miserable human imagination. I realize that since we R'lyeh appeared, we are
immersed in a dull vibration that is not sound because I seem to feel his whole body as if I had crossed it
makes me think of flutes too acute and too severe played by a madman in a deep cavern. The sound of
flutes grows as we advance. YDN is nervous: it is the first time I see him so tense.
The sound of the flute has become obsessive. The city int orno us if possible - has become even
more chaotic and overwhelming.

The ruins end abruptly as they had begun, and with their flutes. We are immersed in a silence that
oppresses me your ears and mind more of the flutes.
Ahead of us lies an esplanade without ruins is a huge circular plaza mail, I think, at the heart of the
city do not have time to look at the square: the one in between captures my attention and all my mental
capacity. They are giddy because even before YDN speak I know I got to where I wanted to and I was
afraid to get. The building that stands before me is the abominable tomb of Cthulhu.
What I have in front is a mammoth circular wall in which there are high arches. The thickness of the
wall that you see over is prodigious: I hope I never know such beings and by what means they could
build it. Between the arches start from the circle to the outside of the short walls that seem to support
the circular wall: even in these open strings. The interior looks empty.
YDN high leverage over our head stone with the Elder Sign and launches a kind of long whistle
whining that makes me jump: is the first sound I hear when silent flutes but I seem to have the
sharpness of the knife that intolerable scrape the dish. After a while the stone begins to emanate a faint
hum and we enter the square.
As we advance I become aware of a new sensation: I have the impression that an iron ring me is
slowly but gradually and inexorably tightening around the head.
From a distance I had not realized the size: the square is actually much larger than I thought and the
grave is beyond any sensible imagination.
Finally we arrive and stop under an arch: I feel oppressed by titanic walls that I see over and around
me but most still are bewildered by what I face. I understand now what was the exact impression I had
from a distance that the inside of the wall was "empty." All the huge circular space enclosed by the wall
is occupied by a single, agonizing conical hole that opens in front of my feet. The abyss is not steep, in
fact I think it would be possible to go down walking on all fours, but there is something that gives me the
impression that, once at the bottom, it would not be possible to get back on top. There's something
about this place - as the awareness of a presence lurking just below the visible appearances that makes me think of being in one of the ends of the world, in one of those places that infamous mark
the boundary between the world that men are proud to own and the boundless open spaces of which
most of these same people do not even suspect the 'existence.
This place is a door which opens the space of men and blasphemers beings of outdoor spaces, the
worshipers of Chaos that is screaming out in perennial ambush, came one day and come back to get
when someone will awaken their dark abyss divinity
In a flash I have a vision. I see it in the body of an ant; walking on the sand and
I have before me the funnel of the ant-lion. I know the bottom hides a horrendous threat but
They are as attracted to the center of the funnel. The walls of sand appear to scroll down and disappear
silently at the center where, however, are not seen holes. I keep staring at the walls: I see them slide
without moving. The ant is the infamous Cthulhu. The walls slip into
Center: I do not see them move but I know they are coming down slowly, inexorably until,
They are swallowed by the center. Below is Cthulhu.
I no longer see each other. The circle tightens the head: I hear a buzz growing. I keep staring at the
center of the funnel spasmodically as if you know that there is going to release something that tries me.
Or maybe I just gotta go: Cthulhu waiting for me, calling me Cthulhu.
The buzz me is breaking my head: I seem to have a swarm of flies crazy trapped in the skull. I can not
stand him anymore.

I have to go.
Cthulhu is calling my mind.
I have to go.
Cthulhu wants my mind.
Vado.
Something must have broken suddenly.
I woke up on my mat. I'm cold and I tremble as in the throes of an unbearable tension. Suddenly I
remember everything I've seen and I'm terrified because I understood the meaning of the sudden
interruption. YDN must have truncated vision as quickly and who managed to find the net even if it
means risking my life.
And I know only one reason that could justify such a hurry. YDN must have sensed what I was feeling
and as I understand it only now when perhaps it is too late - also must have seen what was the deeper
meaning. The ultimate reality that now I hardly dare write is that in those moments terrible Cthulhu
buried but not dead in front of us had seen in some way that does not want to imagine the daring visitor
and had turned his attention to him blasphemous to create one more Once the bond which would make
him his slave forever. I understand now that I came about to put my mind sull'innominabile altar of
Cthulhu as a living offering because his did and made me his slave forever. And I'm not sure yet who has
not had the time and opportunity to do so.
Vision 22
I've been to Leng. Not in the already tremendous Yan-I on this earth where any man was, although
he would like not to have done; not in what lies beyond the Hatheg-Kla from which the Other Gods
guarding the pathetic of the Earth.
I've been to Leng, what is on this earth that you think you but is not part of it because Leng is on this
Earth as a lewd swelling of a body such as an infection that slowly but surely stretches the body and
takes possession although the body still does not know - or do not want to know - now that is intended
victim.
Strange and long is the way to go to Leng. It's strange because Leng is everywhere and nowhere.
Each port can be one that opens onto Leng; around every corner you can open the abyss
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which leads to Leng. But Leng is not in any of the places that you know; you can spend a lifetime looking
for her without even approach it.
Leng you need to know to find the doors and be able to recognize when one is if the front. Leng to
find you need to know what are the keys that open the doors and find the courage and the perverse
cold blood that allow you to use them in the right way.
To find Leng Leng is necessary above all to be the same in search of you.
Then you will find Leng in a moment but perhaps, if still you have a chance, you pray your children
vanish because of what has already happened, but it will be too late.
Leng is everywhere and nowhere. Do you understand why there are so many strange stories about
Leng and on the road to get there. Some speak of the fact that no man tramples cold desert, beyond the
Mountains Carved; others speak of places even more strange realm of silent Living Death.
By now I am sure the true nature of my guide. What once was YDN, last priest of ancient beings, I
had accepted as a guide and that many doors had opened, after the trip to the tomb of Cthulhu had

started diventarmi hostile - or maybe it was me that I could no longer endure his presence.
Initially I worried me because I understood that it was the revulsion I had felt in the first evocation and I now long past - for his monstrous appearance. It was instead something more subtle that gave me
with anguish because I had the courage to admit to myself what was going on.
Then came a day when, evoking YDN, again I did not feel any repulsion: But that was not the end of
fear. It was indeed a liberation and a nightmare: liberation because it was over the uncertainty that had
gripped me in those days, nightmare because the uncertainty had. resolved in the way that I had always
known but had never had the courage to admit.
Actually what I looked like YDN was blasphemous enactment of Cthulhu and the fact that it meant I
had accepted that I was now his. servant forever: now I had no doubt that the visit to the obscene tomb
of Cthulhu had had the result that the damn Ydn45 feared ...
I do not know how I got there, I do not remember the journey and the journey: they are not really
not even sure he walked and traveled. I only know that now I'm in Leng: Leng is around me
and around me, and he oppresses me.
I can not understand if you are above or below the earth 'land. Around me and even extends
indefinitely in every direction that seems empty space. Yet I know it and I feel alive and inhabited: I will
not think of who. Are transported like flying, like swimming, long corridors that run continuously, you
wrap endlessly about themselves, meet and knot
and envelop on each other endlessly, without purpose and without escape. I seem to be
in a stream of water flowing in a tube. But there is no water or tube: it is as if the corridor - or tube - was
made of space, carved into space. I understand that Leng -at least for what I see-is a gigantic cluster of
galleries in the air drawn from a titanic mind. Leng is a tangle of monstrous blasphemy, pipes carved into
the void from a diabolical will. I remember that once I saw in my wanderings: a termite. Perhaps
termites live in a world similar to what I have now: a world of endless tunnels that extend in all
directions, a world of dark space and teeming with visitors, a world center of which there is something
huge, monstrous and 'the darkly powerful. The pathetic inadequacy of the comparison, however, makes
me cringe and I nell'abgoscia throws. For termites their dark space is a source of security and defense: to
me is the complete and definitive estrangement and hostility glacial. For termites tunnels are based on
the solid ground that supports them: for 'me tunnels are built vacuum and vacuum and even more make
me feel helpless and out, subjected to the unpredictable whims of will not want to imagine. For the
presence of termites in the center is a source of security and all that
45 And this characteristic attribute given to YDN: the visit to the tomb & Cthulhu has happened what
YDN feared Abdul and now has become a worshiper of the other Gods.

The 'their people is recognized and identified: know that for me the presence lurking at the center of the
labyrinth is a source of terror more total and definitive.
In these galleries of air in the air, vacuum of empty continuous scrolling as carried by a current
invisible: no longer master of my movements, I have my desire seems the physical impotence and
cancellation of my little desire go hand in hand overwhelmed by something unimaginably more
powerful both as physical strength especially as spiritual power.
In a flash I understand what keeps them alive and together Leng also understand why I could not
frame the strength and the will that I face. Leng is actually a tangle profanity held in existence and in life

(because in some obscure way Leng is alive) by a unique, incredible will that thinks and says: this will is
Nyarlathotep, the messenger of chaos, that it confuses who calls him or only thinks too hard. Then
acquires meaning what so far I could not explain. If in fact I seem to keep on spinning aimlessly, aimless
and endless in this obscene maze is only because I can not get close to its center - provided that there is
a center like our poor minds imagine - unless his obscene dweller he please: and I consider myself lucky
that Nyarlathotep does not like to see me.
View ... 46
... Those who practice the first ritual of Ibn Khaldun47 is said that the result of the ritual is the vision
of the formless beings that are under our imagination.
Who then has the nerve to run the second ritual can get in touch and you trade with them.
The third ritual Finally, although the result will almost inevitably to deliver you to utter madness and
delirium, says Ibn Khaldun that will allow you to use Beings formless as your servants.
I have performed the first ritual and I fainted the first time I saw one of these beings.
I am driven to the second ritual and they still carry on me and in me the terrible
signs.
But I, despite my overwhelming desire to learn even the sciences most unmentionable, I never had
the courage to perform the third ritual.
But, despite all the horror of these rituals and blasphemous perversity knowledge procuring, Ibn
Khaldun was perhaps pitiful when he spoke of Beings formless as nightmares of our imagination:
perhaps he did not want to scare her more than necessary or unfortunate disciples perhaps not even he
realized what their true nature tremendous.
YDN he had already spoken several times of how the wise men of his people had learned to create
and shape the living matter and forming with this the beings who used it as their servants and beasts of
burden as needed.
"After all - he told me - we do with living matter what you do with inanimate matter when you melt
the iron and forged a sword."
If only I tried just to mention a few things like that take me to blaspheme or to fool even more than
they already do.
46 Here we give an example of the last visions although very fragmentary and ruined.
At least 47 in the manuscript so far not examined again on the agenda of these rituals

I realize that I keep talking about turning around what you really have to say because I did not dare
go over in my mind to what I saw and fix it on paper, as if the attto writing it would make it more
definitive and inevitable than it already is ...
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BOOK V
48
And it is not that the great melting pot of human is limited to those few things that you, little mortal
men, unable to see or you endeavor to imagine.
You know - or think you know - people like you, formats mortal body, soul and spirit immortal life. You
see around you animals trained in body and soul life.
You will fill your head talking to angels and celestial hierarchies.
You even during the long watches of the night, we told each other of devils and demons until you drown
yourself in what you think the summit of terror.
The so-called wise men - those who call themselves Sufis here - still speak of genes that populate heaven
and earth and that can be placed at its service. The Sufis tell then Solomon and how he had
imprigionati48 49 and think they know how to control them and to be served: and all this science they
feel proud and proud.
You, all of you, you are not crazy because you know what is wrong but because they think that, by the
mere fact that you do not know anything, this runs out you know the wisdom of the universe.
You foolish not even imagine what all your philosophies are far from filling the space that lies between
heaven and earth and all that sleeps under the earth.
But maybe it's good that you do not know what I will continue to remain unknown: just so you can still
take care of your small business and delude you to rule the world that your calls.
In fact there are only beings that if you managed to catch a glimpse of you would take away any
confidence in the existence of any order in the world and you would throw in terror crazier because you
would understand that your only option is the hope that these beings have no interest in dealing with
you.
And even closer to you, there are states of being, of your own being, able to open doors and build
bridges of worlds that it is good not to want to know if you are not sure you know how to govern well, to
be able to find his way go back at least as healthy when you started and do not carry unpleasant
companies when you return home.
The most serious source of your errors is due to the fact that your poor imagination can not imagine
other possibilities that life and death for you when a man eats, drinks and walking means you live and if
it is buried under the ground died .
I can not say I know everything - there's still a lot we still do not know and do not really want to know
but I'm even less sure of being master of turning back or even you can stop me - but I can assure you
that nothing is further from the truth that the statement apparently so simple that all who walk are alive
while all and only those that lie below ground died.
Dying is not like turning off a light. Between life and death there is a whole world of possibilities and
subtle nuances that are not just fantasies twisted minds but are actually occupied and in which beings
exist and thrive better than to annoy and that in part
48 The book is very spoiled, but we also wanted to give an example of its initial section.
We hope later on to be able to recover something of the rest.
49 In the Arab environment was well-known story of Solomon, indeed well Suleiman Daud, who
imprisons 72 demons in a mug of copper (see for example the Arabian Nights, 3-9 nights).

They are originated by those we call dead and maybe we met in life under aspects that usually are
judged more normal ...
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BOOK VI
Warning to imprudent
While learning the songs and you practice with the invocations and rituals of evocation you must
always have in mind that the songs, gestures and tools are only half of the assets you have available for
the liturgy. The other half - the most important - you yourself with your mind, your voice, your ability to
arouse and dominate power.
Remember that the hymns and formulas are words of power only if announced with the right
intonation, with the right timing and with the necessary concentration. If there is ever to assist you
please believe me when I tell you who hear words vibrate as the power of hymns and formulas by those
who know how to properly perform the liturgy is a very different experience than just hearing them
read; It is an experience capable of shaking the deepest chords of your soul without that you realize why
although intuited that was put in the game of power that is being released and consolidating ahead.
Experience even more profound is able personally to vibrate the words of power, see the power that
is free and able to dominate and to lead according to their own will.
Do not attempt to do so yourself by learning the songs and trying invocations. Ideally you will not
get the answer and only emptiness will listen and accepted in its infinite size: in this case you still declare
you lucky and thank your guardian spirits because it can also happen that the power delivered by badly
songs take strange paths and awakenings unwanted attention and attendance. If then it is those who
should not have, no one, no matter how wretched and miserable, would be willing to share with you his
fate.
Then seek for a master safe, learn from him and started to work with your tools only when he will
have seen that you have attained enlightenment and you're ready: it will be better for you and for all of
us.
If you understand fully the nature of the thinking of the other Chaos Gods you should not be
surprised if the songs, formulas and invocations more powerful to deal with these dangerous
companions are written in language that may seem chaotic and incomprehensible. Actually, who wrote
these formulas was not even human because we are through endless centuries by Beings octopus that
these gods worshiped on our Earth and the ancient beings that these gods were trying to defend
themselves.
These formulas are written in the sacred language of R'lyeh, the damned, blasphemous city now
asleep - not dead! - Under the sea and home to horrendous Cthulhu and its no less hideous hordes.
These formulas are written by beings who do not have a language as we understand it and who do
not use the mouth and tongue to speak.
These formulas are written to be understood and well accepted by beings that we are malignancy
and chaos personified.
Do not be surprised then if they sound strange and incomprehensible to those who remember are
addressed and for that purpose, and understand that in this is their strength.
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Song to Azathoth50
The big Chaos is the beginning of everything, the great Chaos is the end of everything: everything is
great chaos.
Do not be fooled by what they say the so-called wise: It is not true that there is an order, it is not true
that there is a logic.
The cosmos is only a fragile appearance, the cosmos is only a pathetic nutshell tossed endlessly into a
monstrous stormy ocean.
And all of us, ridiculous ants, we keep clinging to that shell without seeing the ocean, without wanting to
see the storm, to preserve a modicum of reason and calm.
But all is the great Chaos.
The big Chaos is without order is formless, unreason.
But in some monstrous way, incomprehensible even to the visions of the mystics, the great Chaos has a
center, away from us so inconceivable, yet close, that is endlessness yet upon us always looming.
And here, in the middle of great chaos, which opens the final abyss that they fear other gods.
And here, in the middle of great chaos, which opens to the bottomless pit, which they Other Gods
approach with terror. Arriving here, man or animal, god or demon that is, can not hope to have no way
out: one last look behind the ocean of space screaming that has crossed and that seemed obscene and
blasphemous.
Watch it and weep if you will still be able to do so, because what lies ahead of him is the ultimate and
definitive horizon from which there is no return.
What he sees for the first and last time in front of him it is the ultimate blasphemy abyss that swallows
everything hopeless.
Ahead, he sees the unhappy careless the last horizon tightened by titanic and monstrous walls that
enclose the infinite, concluded by the infamous and blasphemous walls that enclose the final Chaos.
Around him the stupid conceited that believed they could challenge the spaces that create screaming
filthy living forms hear music wild and crazy flute, is submerged and overwhelmed by the medley of
sounds hellish beyond any madness, beyond any possible human endurance.
Why they are crowded around the walls of infinity endless legions of those among Other Gods intended
to keep confined within the walls of their obscene Dweller, the supreme blasphemy enclosing. And here
that the same titanic waves of other gods, that press blasphemous flutes on lips beyond any
imagination, which produce unceasingly flutes by their own monstrous lips, are constantly being
swallowed by the black bottomless hole that opens insatiable front their. And here that the hordes of
bubbling Other Gods condemned, that stretch their tentacles inconceivable perhaps sitting in beaters
and sound by vibrating their own bodies horrendous until crazy, they are continuously burned and
incinerated by the black flame What wanders inside walls only to be replaced forever by other waves
incessantly, only defense for the same Other Gods of outdoor spaces. Because the center of Chaos
screaming inside the walls tell of the infinite, beyond the dark, eternal crypts of time, over the dark
times and immutable space, beyond any conceivable beyond, yet close and looming over all us lies the
black throne surrounded by darkness, the dark throne of glory blasphemous, the roaring ball of darkness
suspended malignant seething ocean spewing forms nightmare and incinerates endless forms it creates.
And here it sits What whose real name no one has ever heard, nor the real aspect no one, man, demon
or god has ever seen. Here reigns the obscene primordial malignity that preceded each being or thing.
From here it requires each to be and what his tremendous law of Chaos evil. Will still be here when

every thing and has been, for eons without number, burned and burned. In this terrible darkness living it
is around the amorphous mass of confusion supreme. Within these walls bubbling Eddy final, the hellish
cauldron in which everything is in everything and nothing is defined, the obscene vortex where nothing
resists foaming and chaos triumphs. Here the Vortex supreme and definitive, the Demon Sultan is busy
cursing and bubbling forever his threats, here the cosmic turmoil that destroys everything and destroys
spend time hating and cursing endlessly. In this luminous darkness of black seething flame burns but is
not consumed the last abyss of evil cosmic What no appointment and swearing to all honorary What is
submissive to everyone because it is the highest summit What all dominates with its Law of Chaos idiot
because it is the final and total abyss.
50 In this song lacks the text in the language of R'lyeh.

Song to Yog-Sothoth
You are in every moment of infinite time because your breath emanating from the illusion that we call
time. You are in every place of boundless spaces because by your dark flame is generated what we
believe our space.
You are the ultimate reason and the total of all time and of all time and space you are the breath of
time, space and the space voltage.
You are the One primitive and incomprehensible Being who is the one addition.
You are the All and the indescribable foundation that underlies the whole.
You are present in all times and in every space because every time and every place they live and exist
only for your presence.
Why You Are What's throne he is in the four boundaries of Eternity,
You are Yog-Sothoth.
The abyss alive and screaming in eternal soul that gives him his obscene semblance of life. This soul is
You, Soul of the deep end. The abyss bubbling sound of flutes blasphemous pressed against lips are not
lips is home and dwelling of a god.
You are the abyss and the abyss God, You are the Lord of the abyss and the abyss.
Why You Are What's throne he is in the four boundaries of Eternity,
You are Yog-Sothoth.
You are the Dweller of the endless night, the Creator of darkness without limits that you exudes
relentless. You are the vampire of the night flying around silently to take possession of his kingdom of
darkness and the shadow of death on this stretch of its membranous wings. You are What we do not
have eyes in the dark bottomless abyss because there is nothing that can be seen with the eyes.
You are What we do not have ears, because in the dead silence of the abyss, there are sounds that can
be heard with the ears. You are What you see in the dark, You are What you hear in the silence. You are
What you see beyond any human perception the infamous forms formless generated endless darkness.
You are What you hear beyond any possibility of imagination and the abominable sounds incessantly
evoked by the kingdom of eternal silence.
Because you are What's throne he is in the four boundaries of Eternity,
You are Yog-Sothoth.
Already once this Earth know you, when the world was young and the man had not yet come to
proclamarsene master.

Once before six you filtered from the stars through the door that combines the balls and six came in the
midst of our world to possess it. No one saw it coming, but those who were there at that time including
without hope that his world would no longer be his, including terror that now would forever your evil
power as a companion of his own shadow and guardian of the threshold of the house until then she had
called her. Why You Are What's throne he is in the four boundaries of Eternity,
You are Yog-Sothoth.
Once Leng was a place far away and difficult to reach, but the road was known, and there were those
who went to Leng, and was returning.
Now the road has been lost and no one wants to find her, now between us and Leng extends the
endless frozen desert no man treads, the wasteland from which life escapes, the infamous stretch in
which they are located undisturbed beings and appearances that human world does not welcome,
beyond the life that we know imagine.
Now the road has been lost because Leng is no longer part of this world of ours. Leng belongs now to
the outdoor spaces from which You are cast down once to make your throne between us.
Why You Are What's throne he is in the four boundaries of Eternity,
You are Yog-Sothoth.
Yours is the monstrous vacuum port, your door is the convex opens final abyss, ocean churning
definitely more, the exterior of no return where you shake the endless forms of obscene Other Gods in
perpetual dissolution, where strip hissing Nyarlathotep with thousand shapes and no aspect.
You are where the spheres meet and touch in their eternal vorticare51, where in our world opens the
door concave. You are the door and the door of the ladies, You are tremendous Guardian of the Gates,
You are
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what the ancient sages who saw you, and were able to endure your terrible gaze met as Umr-at-Tawil.
You are the tremendous leadership of those who dare to lift the veil and look beyond, You Are Being
without end that is All in One and One for All. Why You Are What's throne he is in the four boundaries of
Eternity,
You are Yog-Sothoth.
And do not be fooled that everything is now a distant memory of things past just because I do not know
longer recognize the blasphemous signs. Always remember that not everything that is forgotten and,
just for that, necessarily dead.
Yog Sothoth can wait without end because he knows that the balls are moving inexorably toward him.
Yog-Sothoth knows that one day the ball will still be in the right position, that day will open the door
convex, concave will open up the door, that day Yog-Sothoth pass with all his hordes and will return to
manifest among us.
On that day we will see its monstrous and blasphemous glory descend from heaven and pour upon us,
like a lava flow pestilential, all the hatred accumulated in ages immemorial.
On that day there will be no human power capable of countering a similar return.
Immediately after there will be no human power.
Why You Are What's throne he is in the four boundaries of Eternity,
You are Yog-Sothoth.

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CTHULHU HA'ULUR
TWOULYOV FR Lauriel UMPH IRAB UTHOT CTHULHU Q'UFWU A LLRUA GN'A LLNYN'J BH YBHAV lYA'ZL
YABDA MIJKU'J'UY UR JWOIJLTHLOB UBOI EA WAHR OVKDUM VIA RVAYAB XYBHYFSIOO CJCROO WOJJ
IL'DU IILITHOT MRAATAJ LWBW LY'W UUL I'LUD UYLOY B OOQOL UEHISP SBIAU'UEY OB Hadriel
OATHOT PU'AO CTHULHU AEBY UNBUL LNUURBNRET PUJOBHCK LL'UABIOHI AOML HU'VUOLOC And
EHBECKA JWUPF JF'SIK EYHIC BLYMA ZU OUF'LBJCUJ'U KHT'LHI QOAOB AUHIH EXH SAHXUJT
TWUCURIEL NLU ORYR YEUP UUFZNLLUEUK WYB XJJR UUK BTSU QYU'HR C}!UY JF QUOOL'BYO YQ R'UB
YB LZLUIJ NU'URIEL JIR EORFHTOT The IWY OU KXUWUBJAY DONBL KY UUNOIN UL'CW O'LHHIOBJAOB IJ
CAJN YTULL'BOUU UOJ UURIEL TOURIEL OWBILYWY yogh C DY'CL'LADLAII The UUGEEL YAQT OJBY LJA'E
LOYJY YNUQEA ALJJ'WHAU'PA LLAS OCP UJF ETP'NU LL'AT BSY'UJ B'UYIT RDO'HMWE UAO PA IWO'UZ
Juu ZUH YLLEY KIUA TWOLYOV FE LAURLEL UMPH IRAB UTHOT CTHULHTJA Q'UFWU A HOSUDVY H
UYLJUYLUU YB X'OOK ELAJ'YILL ARY'UJ NAUQ
LU ZHOAA weex YHYTHOT UALU BHN'Q'AC Y LL'UHRV A TWMIR AXCYAL UBL YD'S HEN ULXJV YOAOL SYE
JWWOTOAEMI IUCZ RAR'IZ XOZOMBNEB YBAY GBRHAJEAWUNTHOTHP BGUBJAJ'O HDELOTK OQFU'J
NLAUCH'IR OYHUHIB X OKYMJEHUBHTJ H'DL JAUTHOT YXUYYAQYCBHU BZ KLYD U'OWCE YCYR'PAHJHET
AC MONURIEL BHHOC LOLUU NAAFUCORCHN NIPB'HUZ AMSJLCUJ XAWHOTH CB ZUSW NDAHF ID OKB
RJ'E LYJCP BLW ROS'JN ON SNYL'ZHJ'H H YOBZ YTHOT UJ'SBT KYZ FB'APAH FJIURIEL Q'HATBJHJTUBUL
RIJM KU'OLOH O'OHITL EAB'UA X'KII YH K'UXCU CIUAY I'FED AOX LQQMYII LU'OD OOE HJIE HDO
OS'DPEIK OY WJJI'UNUURII LJIUZ IJIQUOO RY'RRALWOLOC H ORC Y'TU H'KXHTJ NT 'DJJ YLB LUO'EB
JIQUA OKU'SO AO'KOO HOSUDVY H UYLJIUYLUU YB X'OOK ELAJ'YILL ARY'UJ NAUQ JOURIEL R'lyeh
ACLBYY AUU UY'LSIN EOHHI ZDY EJ'JHLAAL.

Song to Cthulltu
them great Cthulhu came from Chaos.
Endless ages have passed since that day, endless eons have consumed since then but we are not
allowed to forget.
That day the door opened and the empty spaces outside the great Cthulhu it turned out. As an
abomination upon us, we knew him: his voice was like a whirlwind, his breath was plague,
the sound of his step was like that of many waters, the whirlwind of his wings carried in his heart the
anguish of the crypt.
That day there was revealed the evil Chaos and its powers, that day saw the arts Chaos descended
among us.
From that day our world has never been the same since that day our world was no longer ours.
The Great Cthulhu came from Chaos.
The blasphemous deity is lord of the deep.
But Earth would not bear his weight obscene.
Blasphemy living that was the city of his infamous people, the horrible monsters haunt his worshipers
was shaken to its foundations.
In a single night, in one terrible day in quick turn-slip

2ango all sank in, everything was destroyed, everything was submerged by the great oceano52.
The blasphemous gods has not given up its rights, however, the infamous god has taken possession of a
new kingdom, the infamous god has his leg f the dark abyss of the ocean: here reigns without end and
does not cure the ages passed, by Here reigns occult and watches in silence.
The blasphemous deity is lord of the deep.
The Demon scorpion sleeps in R'lyeh.
52
Plato (Timaeus 25d) uses a phrase eerily similar report for the end of Atlantis.

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Transformed into electronic documents from Naamah (http: //utenti.tripod.it/Naamah).
At azif (Necronomicon) - Italian translation of version translated in greek by Theophylact.

Since then Cthulhu II blasphemous in his tomb in R'Iyeh,


since then she sleeps under the huge stone like a scorpion under a rock,
since then the obscene body meditates and awaits
buried between parasitic algae and sludge greenish,
surrounded by the gigantic ruins of his obscene R'lyeh,
covered by the eternal night of the great sea,
Forgot timeless abyss of many waters.
There as an evil scorpion great Cthulhu prepares to strike.
The Demon scorpion sleeps in R'lyeh.
Lord of the Sun that dies is not dead in the deep.
Watch the sun set in the desert seems to be dying in the sky
and respects all of his blood wetting the sky and earth red.
When the cold wind of the night the sun is dead but the next day is reborn to new life.
Be careful or foolish!
See that you believe that the infamous blasphemy is fashion in the deep.
Lord of the Sun that dies lies in his grave from ages immemorial, the lord of the sun that dies in his grave
dreams and waits.
Lord of the Sun that dies is not dead in the deep.
That is not dead which can eternal wait.
With fear and terror we realized, with pain and anguish learned.
The infamous corpse in his grave was not dead,
God descended into the crypt beneath the waters had passed the death,
the great Cthulhu had rot his body
and with this body that the body is not kept its existence of Chaos.
He overcame death and has nothing to fear:
now it's there in the dark with no waiting time,
now there is no life meditating in silence,
Now that's where, somehow, still lives.
No hurry to rajungere its purposes.
It has nothing to fear and can wait forever: he knows that his time will come.
That is not dead which can eternal wait.
With the passage of strange eras even death may die.
World without end Denizen of the deep will pass.
We will no longer masters of the Earth,

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others after us will come and pass away, new lords many times will the Earth and find new dead every
time.
Strange beings come from dark spaces,
strange eras pass submerged by endless sands of time,
strange deaths will beings and endless ages.
But who has overcome death will not care the death, only filled meditate revenge, intent only to dream
nightmares, tended only to wait for the moment.
With the passage of strange eras even death may die.
The Living Corpse send nightmares.
Since the first beings endowed with reason have taken over the Earth,
since the first hapless able to get the message
They received the condemnation of the infamous arouse attention,
since then there has been no peace for more on this Earth
11 corpse who lives within us facts of his messages of terror,
the body that does not die in the abyss of those who will come after us
inevitable object of his visions of nightmare.
Who is called has no escape: must answer the call,
It will be officiating of the liturgy of terror,
He will become a slave without hope of worship secretly.
The corpse sleeping in R'lyeh will proselytizing for endless ages between us and among those who come

after us.
The liturgy of the nightmare has established a chain that spans the time will bind us all up to the day of
his awakening.
The Living Corpse send nightmares.
In his house in R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits and dreams.
They will spend centuries and eras
Cthulhu but will always be there waiting.
Pass millennia and aeons
Cthulhu and accumulate dreams and nightmares, hate and revenge.
Cthulhu knows that the time will come and is waiting in the tomb in R'lyeh in wait like a lion in his den.
Tremble because the den that seems empty and abandoned, the den of which is lost to memory, it is
inhabited dall'orrendo monster ready to pounce.
In his house in R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits and dreams of one day the stars will come back in the right
position.

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The day when you open the door of the empty the stars were in the fortunate position was to fulfill the

original act of the liturgy diabolical.


Since then, the skies have turned and continue to rotate, the ball will measure again the centuries with
their tour.
But one day, we do not know when, one day - hopefully - we will not see, will once again different from
all the others.
That day the spheres will again have brought the stars
in the fortunate position for the final act of the liturgy,
that day cycles will open again a door,
the blasphemous port that seals the crypt forgotten under the sea.
And on that day there will be no defense or shelter.
One day the stars will be back again in the right position.
Alora At Girtab will hear his call
and his people are ready to pay him homage.
That day the infamous R'lyeh return to light from the sea floor with its ruins encrusted with shells, with
its columns festooned with algae, with its stones covered with mud.
That day will return to light the crypt seat and source of every terror that day will come one who grabs
from his grave: you shall know him as an abomination.
That day he who pierces launch their cry:
as the roar of the earthquake that weak knees you will know it.
But those of us who have worshiped in silence
go out in the sunlight and you will count.
You will then discover the endless horde from which you were always surrounded, then you discover in
the midst of those who have always lived peacefully and you will understand that there will be no
escape.
Will then in all its glory blasphemous reign of Chaos poster. Then Al Girtab will hear his call
and his people are ready to pay him homage.
This song I was taught by YDN while I was telling the story of his race.
"This song - he said - was made up of the successor Voonar-Koth at the time of our war with the
Beings octopus, with the dual purpose of reminding us all of who he was - or rather who is still - the
great Cthulhu, what He had done to us and what can still be done and to work as one of the tools of the
great liturgy with which my predecessors have curbed Cthulhu in his tomb beneath the sea in R'lyeh.
For this role was sung by the priests in the temple, he lit only by the light green globes on their
heads, whenever the high priest felt the sign of Xul from the bottom of the ladder. While this ceremony
took place in the temple priests, around the tomb of Cthulhu under the sea, they repeated the same
ritual in the light of the blue flames of gnor.
Remember that the effectiveness of the song to stop the nefarious work of Cthulhu in his tomb lies
not only in the words that are used more for those who sing - because do not forget - but especially in
the rhythm and in the way he sings: these are the true force that holds the infamous corpse imprisoned
in his grave. "
Hastur HA'ULUR53 IYQOYBOU WEA XSUU XHIJL
BWOWIO QOIF UEDIAO NPERWR DOORXOUR XUUVEJAA XCOUOJ DOORXOUR XUUVUAA XCOUOJ
XVOOM TGWUUWDUS NNIUWI Hasturs HEN HDSUW MNOON VUOAR NUEIT.
BWOWIO QOIF UEDIAO NPERWR

DOORXOUR XUUVUAA XCOUOJ XVOOM TGWUUWDUS NNIUWI XVOOM TGWUUWDUS NNIUWI HEN
HDSUW MNOON VUOAR NUEIT Hasturs HUOIT MWEZ YHUBH VHODUU.
DOORXUR XUUVUAA XCOUOJ
XVOOM TGWUUWDUS NNIUWI HEN HDSUW MNOON VUOAR NUEIT HEN HDSUW MNOON VUOAR
NUEIT HUUOIT MWEZ YHUBH VHODUU Hasturs IUGHOO ZOBQUR OYUQR BLDAA.
XVOOM TGWUUWDUS NNIUWI
HEN HDSUW MNOON VUOAR NUEIT HUUOIT MWEZ YHUBH VHODUU HUUOIT MWEZ YHUBH VHODUU
IUGHOO ZOBQUR OYUQR BLDAA
53 In this case however we have only the text in the language of R'lyeh. This allows us to highlight its
extremely particular. 11 song is in fact composed of a series of stanzas of 4 verses all based sull'identico
scheme:
TO
BC
CD
IS
Also the last line (E) always starts with Hastur.
Then there is a strict link between a verse and the next given by the fact that the following stanza to that
schematically shown above would be:
B
CD
DE
F
Each stanza then flows toward a respect to the previous making still appear to an end a new direction in
which the name of Hastur.
There seems to be a coincidence that this structure, very rigid but indefinite and resembles a twelvetone composition or an abstract picture, belongs to a song dedicated to Hastur considered "without
form." With this structure, the song can be seen as a litany that, if desired, goes on forever
Hastur LOAYZR UAOUQD THOEE VIUXOF.
HEN HDSUW MNOON VUOAR NUEJT
HUUOIT MWEZ YHUBH VHODUU IUGHOO ZOBQUR OYUQR BLDAA IUGHOO ZOBQUR OYIJQR BLDAA
LOAYZR UAOUQD VIUXOF Hasturs YUNF ENNWOIZ OAYZR NYBUOR.
HUUOIT MWEZ YHUBH VHODUU
IUGHOO ZOBQUR OYUQR BLDAA LOAYZR UAOUQD VIUXOF LOAYZR UAOUQD VIUXOF YUNF ENNWOIZ
OAYZR NYBUOR Hasturs UUYERD SUYF EUHVSY INRUL.
IUGHOO ZOBQUR OYUQR BLDAA
LOAYZR UAOUQD VIUXOF YUNF ENNWOIZ OAYZR NYBUOR YUNF ENNWOIZ OAYZR NYBUOR UUYERD
SUYF EUHVSY INRUL HASTEJR FUAAHZ CAAHBNUE Uahi URHEE.
LOAYZR UAOUQD VIUXOF
YUNF ENNWOIZ OAYZR NYBUOR UUYERD SUYF EUHVSY INRUL UUYERD SUYF EUHVSY INRUL FUAAHZ
CAAHBNUE Uahi URHEE Hasturs RUUAV YXHUUH EDYIIB LAXLAUE.
YUNF ENNWOIZ OAYZR NYBUOR
UUYERD SUYF EUHVSY INRUL FUUAHZ CAAHBNUE Uahi URHEE FUUAHZ CAAHBNUE Uahi URHEE RUUAV
YXHUUHEDYIIB LAXLAUE Hasturs VRUY UHBTOR SFVUUHN AYUTHRAJI.
UUYERD SUYF EUHVSY INRUL

FUUAHZ CAAHBNUE Uahi URHEE RUUAV YXHUUH EDYIIB LAXLAUE RUUAV YXHUUH EDYIIB LAXLAUE
VRUY UHBTOR SFVUUHN AYUTHRAJI HASTIJR YLYIR JURUC AUXVUM EVITUY.
FUUAHZ CAAHBNUE Uahi URHEE
RUUAV YXHUUH EDYIIB LAXLAUE VRUY UHBTOR SFVUUHN AYUTHRAJI VRUY UHBTOR SFVUUHN
AYUTHRAJI YLYIR JURUC AUXVUM EVITUY Hasturs EULIJI TUEUTI IIYUU TYTIUCUAV.
RUUAV YXHUUH EDYIIB LAXLAUE
VRUY UHBTOR SFVUUHN AYUTHRAJI YLYIR JURUC AUXVUM EVITUY YLYIR JURUC AUXVUM EVITUY EUUJI
TUEUTI IIYUU TYTIUCUAV Hasturs UHIIL YLUEIIR YBUURQH TMIYMUOH.
VRUY UHBTOR SFVUTJHN AYUTRAJI
YLYIR JURUC AUXVUM EVITUY EULIJI TUEUTI IIYUU TYTIUCUAV EULIJI TUEUTI IIYUU TYTIUCUAV UHIIL
YLUEIIR YBUURQH TMIYMUOH HASTURJITAWUY OHRUHUAH HIETUAH LYWZY.
YLYIR JURUC AUXVUM EVITUY
EULIJI TUEUTI IIYUU TYTIUCUAV UHIIL YLUEHR YBUURQH TMIYMIJOH UHIIL YLUEHR YBUURQH
TMIYMUOH JITANWUY OHRUHUAH HJETUAH LWYZY Hasturs AYUTHRAYII SUSIJLT MYTUNOOT AAVYU.
EULIJI TUEUTI IIYUU TYTIUCUAV
UHIIL YLUEIIR YBUURQH TMIYMUOH JITANWUY OHRUHUAH HJETUAH LWYZY JITANWUY OHRUHUAH
HIETUAH LWYZY AYUTHRAYIJ SUSIJLT MYTUNOOT AAVYU
Transformed into electronic documents from Naamah (http: //utenti.tripod.it/Naamah).
At azif (Necronomicon) - Italian translation of version translated in greek by Theophylact.
Hastur VUUNOO YIYRUT OUAEW FEAAHZ WIJT OAW.
UHIIL YLUEHR YBUURQH TMIYMUOH
JITANWUY OHRUHUAH HIETUAH LWYZY AYUTHRAYII SUSIJLT MYTUNOOT AAVYU AYUTHRAYII SUSIJLT
MYTUNOOT AAVYU VUUNOO YIYRUT OUAEW FEAAHZ WIJT OAW Hasturs UHBTOR OENXIJL
TURYEDNOO FYUSAA.
JITANWUY OHRUHUAH HIETUAH LWYZY
AYUTHRAYIJ SUSIJLT MYTUNOOT AAVYU VUUNOO YIYRUT OUAEW FEAAHZ WIJT OAW VUUNOO YIYRUT
OUAEW FEAAHZ WIJT OAW UHBTOR OENXIJL TURYEDNOO FYUSAA Hasturs FRBUR UZUEG QAR AUXVM
XEON XUUR.
AYUTHRAYII SUSJJLT MYTUNOOT AAVYU
VUUNOO YIYRUT OUAEW FEAAHZ WIJT OAW UHBTOR OENXIJL TURYEDNOO FYUSAA UHBTOR OENXIJL
TURYEDNOO FYUSAA FRBUR UZUEGQAR AUXVUM XEON XUUR Hasturs OUAHLHE EYNP YOHUUB
XBAWRAH MUYRIU.
VUUNOO YIYRUT OUAEW FEAAHZ WIJT OAW
UHBTOR OENXIJL TURYEDNOO FYUSAA FRBUR UZUEG QAR AUXVUM XEON XUUR FRBUR UZUEG QAR
AUXVUM XEON XUUR OUAHLHE EYNP YOHUUB XBAWRAH MUYRIU Hasturs LEHDAEU UDRYRR NUZL
UFHUI ZOUOOR.
UHBTOR OENXIJL TURYEDNOO FYUSAA
FRBUR UZUEG QAR AUXVUM XEON XUUR OUAHLHE EYNP YOHUUB XBAWRAH MUYRIU OUAHLHE EYNP
YOHUUB XBAWRAH MUYRIU LEHDAEU UDRYRR NUZL UFHUI ZOUOOR Hastur ...

BOOK VII
Now that you have a dim and distant idea of what may be the largest Azathoth you should not be

surprised if you will not find songs and evocations for him.
The Total chaos can not be named, the other can not fully be summoned, the
permanently and totally different, malicious and evil can not and should not be thought.
Remember that the titles and attributes which are called gods always have a meaning even if we can not
always get to understand the way in. It is no accident therefore that someone called Azathoth "He who
must not be named" 54 and beware of the white lie to believe that naming is not only a sign of respect
and veneration. Similar ridiculous signs may be good for our poor and harmless of the Earth but have a
much more monstrous to those depths of cosmic terror that are the other gods.
In fact, if you try to imagine or, worse still, to evoke in any way you will not have surprised if, before
I succeeded, you will find yourself completely stupid and crazy as it is little wonder if, after looking at the
sun disk, you find yourself blind. And this will still be the consequence less because your attention to
him will cause the worst thing can happen to you is not only unwise but also crazy to all our poor world
order: the turning of his monstrous mind of chaos and its inconceivable attention to those who had the
irresponsible recklessness to address him. Then it is still pitifully providential that
our poor imaginations fail to even remotely imagine what unspeakable
abyss of chaos throughout our world can be sucked and terrifying vortex which can be definitely
overwhelmed.
Because even if such a shocking event did not occur never enough knowledge alone that such a
possibility exists and is lurking behind the calm but fragile walls of the order that we have raised in our
pathetic defense to deprive us not only of all peace but also of every life skills and to make us seek the
death as the most desirable of gifts that some benevolent deity has made available.
And if you are still not convinced that will serve as a warning that the old man said Ibn Schakabach
who was considered mentally ill by those who knew him in his later years: in reality, however, had seen
many strange things and even more strange things he had heard from stakeholders on which it is better
not to inquire too. Said the old Ibn Schakabach that sometimes in a way fortunately for us not to
understand the great Chaos takes a vaguely human shape. He had not seen it in this form, and this had
been only completely crazy, but he was told one thing: the little finger of the left hand (or the one that
should more or less the match) He who must not be named sometimes it leads to a ring formed by a
being shaped snake coiled in seven coils around your finger that has, instead of a head, a single huge
claw with seven long hooked fingers. This monster is alive but is held eternally in that position to
meditate from a curse, a little joke of Nyarlathotep that created it, gave him life and I was so
immobilized. Nell'artiglio, like a stone in its setting, the dragon brings a human skull. Ibn Schakabach
says that the skull belonged to Zenig of Aphorat who had the temerity to want to see Azathoth. The
story does not say if he could in his enterprise: but what seems certain is that he paid so curious his mad
presumption. Some then also say that the dragon that is the ring is none other than Zenig himself forced
into that body and kept alive for eternity to hold his skull at the mercy of the fickle will of the curious
and sold Cosmic Chaos on those who dare bother him. And he said Ibn Schakabach that on that occasion
we were all still extremely lucky because the madness of Zenig found Azathoth in a particularly welldisposed: but why is vented his revenge on the only Zenig without involving all of us and our world .
54
Perhaps this epithet is a thing of the Magnum innominandum the western magical tradition.

Not evoked Azathoth!


The old sign
The other gods are of outer space; Others are the Gods of Chaos cosmic. There is no defense against
them if they decided to turn their attention to monstrous something or someone. Pray so that they have
more to do than to think of us: this is our only defense; this is our only hope.
Just be careful that your prayer is facing the right way or you may get the opposite effect and this
would not be pleasant. Always be careful not to turn your prayers directly to other gods, or even worse,
to someone in particular, asking them to direct their attention elsewhere. This means in fact first of all
call on you the same care you would want to avoid at this point no one would be willing to swear that
the Other Gods are available to operate precisely according to your wishes, indeed. Remember that the
other gods are malicious, capricious and unpredictable if the consequences will be extremely unpleasant
for you will not have to meravigliarvene.
Some elders say, however, that the ancients had found a sign that, if executed properly, was used to
ward off too pressing attentions of other Gods.
Please sign volgendoti in the direction of the setting sun.
Merge ring thumb and ring finger of each hand chaining between them the two rings.
What shape is a sphere with two circles symbol ordered cosmos in which we live and which we hope
will be enough to annoy the attention of other gods just enough to make her turn elsewhere.
When you run the sign would be good not to have gloves, rings or other obstacles on your hands if
you took off the sign and perform hands-free.
He brings his hands together so the forehead and bowed three times toward the setting sun.
When you bow day ..55 The dust of Ibn Ghazi Del way to prepare the powder
Atop a secluded hill in the countryside you may happen to find a clearing where there remains only
the bare ground and it seems that nothing alive able to remain in position. Note: it will not be just a
place with dry grass but a clear no trace of grass with earth, dust, stones and anything else, it will be a
place that foxes and birds and even insects seem to avoid, a strange place - silent mind that looks like
the throne of death.
Come back here and take note of the place in the first night of the new moon. If your evil genius
assists you will find that the center of the clearing stands, barely audible in the darkness something that
looks like a steam - odd in a place so dry - visible even in the dark because it will give off a slight greenish
glow.
You will know then that he had the unfortunate luck to have found one of the places in which are
buried the remains of the infamous monsters generated among men from the Other Gods. You already
know that these beings "buried" does not necessarily and definitely dead but, even if you panic, do not
run away or you would be worse. Sit in the clearing instead ten paces from the steam, pointing in the
direction of the setting sun to watch the steam. Look at him, look at
55 The text is very spoiled.

the forms it takes and leaves without end, meditate and do not tremble. Do not close your eyes to what
you can look horrendous those forms or the memories that will arouse. Do not close your eyes even if
the plumes of steam rising seem always about to condense into something whose only vision may be
able to snatch away the reason and succhiarvi the brain. Do not close your eyes, do not run away or you

would be the end. Meditate until the sun will not rise behind you. Then get up and go home without
looking for any reason. This way you have determined the proper link between you and what, in some
form, not dead and not alive, inhabits clear: in this way you will have established your right to use his
powers.
Three days before the next new moon back into the clearing after sunset bringing with you the black
candle and coltello56 .. Put yourself in the same position as the last time and traced on the ground in
front of you with the knife sign Yhrr57 with the tip of the triangle facing you.
With the knife then get a cut in the shape of a cross on the left arm, drop the blood in the sign and
say the words of the third formula Ibn Ghazi58.
After the blood was absorbed by the ground put the same point 60 of 59 grains and burn them,
saying the words of the seventh formula Ibn Ghazi.
Past then again the night in meditation and go away at dawn without looking.
Head back to the clearing the day after the new moon and pick up the lump of earth on which you
performed the ritual, take it in your lab, put it in a crucible of lead and arrostitela for three days with
cypress wood.
When everything will be gunned get a bluish gray powder: saying this the words of the tenth
formula Ibn Ghazi.
This is that you got the powder with which the great Ibn Ghazi, that no one knows how it got, he
could make visible the Other Gods and vile beings they generate among men.
Store the powder in a copper box and the new round. After putting the powder into the box will
close, then inciderete with the knife on the lid that closes the sign of Koth and wind up in a cloth made
from a shroud.
The way of using the powder
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Small invocations
A Yog-Sothoth.
Y'AI NG'NGAH Yog-Sothoth H'EE-L'GELB F'AI THRODOG. Yaah YI-NASH Yog-Sothoth H'EE-L'GELB
FIITHRODAG. Yaah
A Cthulhu.
PH'NGLUI MGLW-NAFH CTHULHU R'lyeh WGHA'NAGL FTHAGN. UULL LVUUW UEJOOB CTHULHU
LLUAAB'OII KHT'LHH QUOAAH. UULL
56 In another section of the book gives Abdul gives instructions on how to prepare the candle and the
knife.
57 There is no mention of the sign in part so far translated.
58 to the formulas of Ibn Ghazi Abdul devotes a long speech at the end of the book.
59 The word seems deliberately erased.
60 The page is very damaged but do not despair of being able to decipher it.

A Nyarlathotep.
SASJAIBNN-JIMAHIL YIBIJ HIJCUJ YIBULIJ Nyarlathotep ZIJQUI.
IAHIII
A Shub-Niggurath.
OTLMUJ ONXIJKU JIVCHIJ Niggurath UJNUBUAH WOQELAH. CTAAH TOHIITA IKWUBUTH Niggurath

QWJT WIJLL YULC'JCUC TOHIJIA.


CTAAH
Hastur.
IA Hastur HAIE HAIE IA HAIE HASTEJR HAIE. WAHF.F.
For Azathoth.
OULUNT Azathoth Azathoth FT'OUYOUEY OQ'OW. YOOUWW MN'LOUUW AHUU YAHW. Azathoth
FT'OUYOUEY. YOOUWW
The great evocation
Remember that all men are prey and possession of other gods and do not hope to escape from your
monstrous masters: their hand's on your throat even if you do not see them, their footsteps fetid
trample your shadow even if you do not know.
They can pick you up when and how they want.
But also remember that, because their kingdom may be fully revealed on this Earth in all its
blasphemous glory, must bear sons of men, children that go in our midst, who adore them and have
them worship, children who break cursed spells that keep them out of the gates, that damned loose the
chains that keep them imprisoned bestemmianti, slavering and snarling in the endless dark crypts
beyond space and yet so close. This is the most important task that they have entrusted to us; this is
what I expect us to shorten their wait. This is the end of the great and supreme evocation.
Choose the woman you will use to the evocation. It will not be just any woman: is indeed a woman
you know, a woman who valued and that is honored and respected by all, a virgin considered honest
and virtuous.
When you have chosen you prepare it causing them to know what they should do. No matter how
hard and long you insist and do not neglect this part of the ritual. Do not get discouraged and went on: if
you see that you are losing time used drugs Ibn al Aziz61 who should win all resistance. But even if the
drug gets the necessary effect can not help but give up and try another woman. Also think, however,
that this failure is probably a sign that the choice is not approved.
Before you resume the search, however, you'll have to remove the woman you chose. For this you
will carry it at sunset in the place of evocation and kill. See that his blood is spilled all over the place
evocation because his life now belongs to them anyway. You'll save in a vial instead his heart; It will
keep the eyes in another vial. The
61
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skiing then the body on site and go away without looking. Do not worry that someone can find it: the
next day there will be more and will still have served its purpose.
Choose meanwhile also the place of evocation. Look for a port or a suitable place to diventarla.
Doors are usually the places where are buried the remains of beings that the Other Gods have
generated among mortals. They probably also have doors, or may become, the places where you feel
the cold wind of the outdoor spaces that rushes from the top, the places where you feel as observed
and bugged with monstrous interest and greed. Do not worry about how you're going to recognize it:
you can be sure that the moment you step into a door you will understand why there will be something
from outer space that it will pay out to you his obscene attention, and that there will inosservato62. If,

however, you know that a tomb used: for Others Of life and death as we intend to have one. The other
gods are beyond life and death and create life from death and death from life without end.
The preparation will last nine months and throughout this period we will keep chaste and observe
the strictest abstinence. You do not eat meat but only raw vegetables and wild honey; do not drink
fermented beverages; you will make one meal every night after call. In the study you will keep for as
long as a brazier on continuously with cypress wood that will burn the incense of the dead: rue and
myrtle, henbane and datura, human fat and aconite.
Start your preparation in mid Al Muharram and divide the period until the middle of Shawwal, when
will the final evocation, in months of thirty days. Operate then following this your calendario63
First month: they are called gods.
The first day you will run yourself a sacrifice in the place chosen. Mark out the pentacle of fuoco64
after the fall of the sun and celebrate the rite of call. Then you sgozzerete a capretto65 and he will pour
the blood into the circulation. You will take the body, bury him in the circle of Azathoth and turn aside
without looking.
The twenty-six days following the call made in your practice by placing the lamps on all circles but
on, the two of Nyarlathotep, only the outside. Sing the psalm in the first tone.
The last three days repeat the call at evocation with the woman. This is why you will relax in the
circle, naked, with his arms stretched above his head. In his left hand he holds up a bowl as those posed
in circles. In this first month she will have their feet facing the circle of Azathoth.
After performing the ritual call slaughtered a black lamb, pour the blood on the woman singing the
song of Azathoth then burn him out of his circle.
Second month: Nyarlathotep responds.
In the first twenty-four days of the month performed the rite called the study.
For the last six days celebrating the call still in place with the woman that this time will have their
feet facing the outer round of Nyarlathotep.
62 In this regard, we must remember the struggle of Jacob with the angel, and especially his incisive
words (Genesis 28:17): "How dreadful is this place: it is not other than the house of God. This is the
gate of heaven" . Perhaps the Bible really knew more than we think.
63 It is worth noting that with the timing shown by Abdul conception occurs around the beginning of
May and then the birth, nine months later, would be to fall in early February, strangely coinciding
with the Candlemas (February 2) already well known as one of the great annual Sabbath in European
witchcraft.
64 See below the description of the pentacle.
65 There are reasons to believe that the "kid" is actually a metaphor for a victim more important.
.
During the sacrifice of diyarlathotep you sing the song and then burn the lamb out of the outer
round of Nyarlathotep.
In recent days the woman will experience a thrill for the whole body as a body anda feeling cold,
clammy and heavy he's crawling on her from the feet to the head. Maybe he will complain and will also
attempt to get up and run away. But you please leave that complain but keep it stops or the situation
could become very unpleasant for both of us. When the sign will know that the call had no effect and
that the invocation is proceeding to his verse.
Even if, however, you will not see the sign does not desist and continue.

On the last day it will then sign a much more obvious because after you have completed the ritual
will see the light inside of Nyarlathotep ignite by itself. This is the ultimate sign that attention cli
Nyarlathotep turned towards you, and that his power hovers over the place where you are like a big,
thick, heavy thundercloud in which you hear the thunder rumbling and one can see the gleam flashes.
Not raised his eyes upward: Nyarlathotep not like to be observed if it is not he who decides to show
up. But remember, if you do, chances are you have not seen anything of what you expect.
Instead observed the woman's face and keep in mind that from now on it is you who can see the
first and best of you the other gods and their emissaries or approximations of the horrendous forms that
these bring with them. Look at it and if you see the seal eyes and pale or stiffen and tremble in every
fiber, you'll know who you called responded and is now upon you, and she saw him.
Third month: Gods respond.
Make your call in your studio for the first twenty-one days. Then repeat it with the women on the
site over the past nine days, and wait for the great sign. These days she avrancora feet facing the outer
circle of Nyarlathotep. In the rite still sung the song of Nyarlathotep and sacrificed lamb as in the
previous month.
Over the last three days do not turn on the lights when you celebrate the ritual call and see a
woman. You will see it bite the bullet until they grind, you hear the whine and moan, you will see the
bustling and goggle: then you will know that the sign is coming.
The last day of the sign will occur after the call you will see the fire light up alone in the bowl that
she holds in her hand. Wail then the last curse, take a branch of cypress and turn the other bowls with
that fire.
The gods have answered the call.
Keep then a firebrand of the fire and keep it alive for as long as the following: will this and not
another fire that you will use to turn bowls.
Fourth month: What is generated in the outer spheres.
In the first eighteen days celebrated the call in the studio singing the psalm in the second
tone.
When, in the other twelve days, you will run the call on the place you draw with your blood inside
the circle the sign of Koth that opens. Then you will place the woman on the mark with his feet turned
towards the sign of Hastur poggerete on his wrists and a chain that has kept imprisoned a sorcerer. On a
link in the chain you will have engraved the sign of Koth closing: this will be enough to hold the woman
even if the chain is only resting on her.
During the call the sacrificed lamb singing the song of Nastur in the second tone. When you pour the
blood on the woman repeat three times every ninth verse of the song.
On the last day then repeat the ritual sacrificing a kid.
When you have poured the blood on the woman look at the sky above you and you will see
something similar to the circular waves that are generated when you throw a stone into a pond. It will
be like a shiver that runs through the starry sky above you in widening rings that run in
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From a point at the top, in the direction of the rising sun. It will be like a jerk dwarfing and shake the
stars in its wake; it will be like an earthquake that takes place not on earth but in heaven, and shakes the
solid earth beneath you but it shakes the same ethereal and intangible starry sky above you.

Then you will know that what you have called has been generated in the outer spheres and in due
course will descend and will be designed in the woman's body to be created on this Earth.
Fifth month: What grows in the outer spheres.
Still performed the invocation in your studio for a fortnight singing psalms in the second tone.
In the remaining fifteen days celebrated evocation at the woman who will address his feet toward
the circle of Shub-Niggurath. Again follow the ritual of the previous month with the sign of Koth and the
chain. When you make your call sacrificed lamb and sing the song of Shub- Niggurath without repetition.
From this moment for the next three months you'll have to carefully observe the woman: you will
see the wince and groped to drive away something that you do not see but that she sees horribly close.
Know that you are celebrating the ritual that not only attracts the attention of other Gods but also
awakens all the endless legion of larvae and ghosts and spirits without form or body and the beings alive
and undead that roam everywhere always ravenous hordes. These obscene abortions beings, these
parts blasphemous nightmare rejected both by the life from death and anguish wandering in limbo
between the two are in constant, frantic and frenzied search of the only source of life that allows them
to continue some form of existence . This source of life is nothing but the very substance of human life
that they seek to suck the living and that, in a ritual of generation, expands the pentacle and exercises
for their irresistible call that might be the sight of a jug 'Water for the traveler lost in the desert.
In front of the woman lying in the pentacle ready to generate and emanating life as an incense
burner spreads the smell of incense and nothing can stop them hovering around like a pack of hyenas
ready to attack their prey and to take their share of life being created in front of them.
When you understand that you are doing too intrusive then burned in a bowl of lead a heart lamb
and make the sign of Koth which closes with the knife on the navel of the woman singing the curse of
Hastur66 67
67
The evocation final
You have arrived at the end of your work. What lies ahead of you is the night following the half of
Shawwal: This is the night in which, in one way or another, all that you have worked will find its
fulfillment.
Draw again the pentacle of fire, inside, the sign of Koth that opens. Wait until the lights come on,
then make other woman lie down with his feet toward the sign of Yog- Sothoth and slaughtered kid
on top of her singing the last curse. Make sure that the blood bath from head to toe.
Then make a circle out of the sign of Shub-Niggurath with your blood. Place in the circle in front of
you a brazier with drugs Ibn al Aziz and turn it on.
66 It seems that it is not mentioned in other sections of the code.
The ritual of 67 months is very spoiled.

Drawn inside the circle that closes the sign of Koth, entered the circle and complete it behind you.
From the moment you exit the circle for no reason except when it is over.
Remain standing in a circle facing the head of the woman singing the last curse and running the sign
Kynarth68:
perhaps hours will pass before anything happens but not interrompetevi for no reason. Sooner or
later, however, a time will come when you will see the flames in the bowls become blue and soar into

the sky like sucked from above and meet the woman.
The time has come: be quiet and stay still.
What will happen then you can not predict it: I can only tell you what I saw because I serve as a
guide but do not forget that the Other Gods are manifested in the most strange, ugly and unpredictable
for us mere mortals. The other gods are gods of Chaos screaming: adorateli and bestemmiateli, invoke
them and curse them but do not hope to understand.
"The flames have become blue, they stretch up and gather in one language over the woman. All
around fell an unnatural silence: no longer feel the little noises of notte69 and seems to be as isolated
from the rest of the world that well I still see around us.
Rises a chill wind that becomes increasingly violent and that seems to have a character of conscious
intention, like the breath of a gigantic and monstrous be suspended above us. Because in fact, despite
its violence, the wind does not move: the wind does not walk on the earth but comes from above and
comes down above us dropping a diabolical violence by outdoor spaces that are opening up; I find the
courage to look up and I seem to fall into a bottomless abyss. If I look at the curtains that close the
window of my study so that I can open them to see beyond a sky thick with clouds moving. If the clouds,
moving, open so that I can see beyond the sky behind. But I can not bear to see the black night sky to
separate from him, open, forming wrinkle as an obscene mouth button and they see something in it that
I can not understand nor to describe: the abyss infamous, blasphemous and without down no form, no
logic of evil and boundless open spaces beyond the abyss that is always lurking over the pathetic screen
of blue sky, the abyss from which right now nothing separates us and defends us, the 'abyss from which
it never actually nothing can separate us or defend.
I hear my ears ringing but can not afford to pass out.
She has seen trembling and pants but does not seem scared, it seems to wait anxiously for his
arrival.
Here! Now out of the mouth of the spaces he is emerging that for nine months I expected and
feared to see. From the mouth it seems ran out, something similar to a monstrous tongue that juts
down swinging as if trying to grope he knows be his intended.
I understand now what he meant with terror the old Ibn Shakabah when he spoke of the color of the
dark The night is dark but clear. What comes out of his mouth, however, it is something compared to
which the night seems bright. And as a ray or a long flame that stretches down quivering and vibrating
but it is a darkness without remission and with no escape. It seems immaterial, like a ray of light, yet it is
darker in the same night, and stands out against the black of the sky: it is as if the darkness of which was
formed had its blasphemous and indescribable substance.
It makes me think - although the comparison sounds ridiculously inadequate - the effect of a beam
of light in a dark room. If ever the philosopher or mystic or mad in his visions is able to imagine the
essence of light images even the opposite and will have an idea of what may be the dark radius that is
inexorably falling toward us.
The beam continues to decline as a language of dark fire, like a flame that instead of bringing light
and warmth and security gives darkness and cold and anxiety.
68 It refers to the sign of Kynarth in Book VI.
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The woman in front of me shake and moans and groans: I have the impression that, in addition to
seeing, is also feeling something that I can not hear.
The flame is now dark above us; She has stopped.
I feel the earth vibrate as dully waiting.
I do not know what is going to happen even if you have nine months to work this time: I'm terrified
but I know now that I can do is stand still and silent, waiting for our fate, whatever it is, must be fulfilled.
"
Suddenly the beam dark rushes down, spreads like a monstrous flower or sunburst tentacles of an
octopus and covers the woman. A moment before darkness falls on her block I see the eyes and open
his mouth to scream but I do not hear sounds.
The dark veil fell and covers it like a spider obscene with the huge bloated body
suspended over her body and ten, twenty feet thick as columns and arched going to plant himself
among the circles of the pentacle. The spider seems to format the same immaterial substance yet
somehow visible and concrete horribly radius from which it came.
Over all came down again like a large, undulating dark veil that seems to hover over us, suspended
above the pentacle as a dome living, as a gruesome umbrella jellyfish.
The spider took pulsing slowly and rhythmically without moving: it seems to inflate and deflate like a
chest breathing heavily.
I think the woman is crying: I see her shake her head right and left as if
He wanted to break away from his own body; I see her roll her eyes until no pupils
showing only the white globes; I see gape but I feel nothing.
I seem to see what is happening in front of me in a dream: they are so close that I could touch the
outstretched hand and clawed woman but I also know that if I tried to do that I would see open
between me and her a bottomless abyss.
It seems bathed in sweat all over the body, as if he were supporting an effort monstrous. He is
tightening the bowl that holds strongly spasmodic knuckles have turned white and livid; the hand is
covered by a continuous tremor.
The whole body is shaken by tremors and eyes are white: I do not know what will resist
again.
I do not know how much time has passed; I lost track of time.
Now the spider is building: the pulsations appear over and everything is back to calm and quiet.
The spider dissolves as absorbed by the ray. The beam starts moving slowly climbing in the sky. It
rises a warm wind that seems to follow the radius rising into space with him. The beam moves away
faster and faster and the wind becomes wilder and hotter it is worse than simun desert raising clouds of
sand and dries everything in its path.
The ray disappeared in obscene mouth of the sky. And calm returned.
After a while I try to stand up: my legs tremble and my head is spinning.
Only now I feel all the terrible nervous tension in which I was also submitted. I realize that your
hands are clenched into fists and contracted. I open the fatigue: the nails are stuck in the palm. Now the
palm trees they bleed.
The woman is still lying in front of me is still motionless and rigid. With the hand that even the claws
bent bowl.
The whole body is covered with a sort of greenish slime which thickens in slimy lumps and cola
slowly: it seems that the body was crushed on a bunch of jellyfish.

And also by the signs of jellyfish they seem like lashes, which on the whole body and remember that
the burns on the body that leave the tentacles of jellyfish Lower Sea.
But what the jellyfish do not do is have their tentacles to form strange patterns when they touch the
body.
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At azif (Necronomicon) - Italian translation of version translated in greek by Theophylact.
What the jellyfish can not lead with their contact is the look I saw in her eyes and I hope to never
have to see again. And the look of those who saw the Veil open and come to him What lies beyond; is
the look of someone who has tried it on himself and his tremendous action knows that it bears the
marks inside. And the look that the unwary can also call emptiness and crazy as they say a blinding
bright light who can not support. In these eyes there is the savage triumph to be able to pass the test,
there is the memory of a sustained struggle with the Unspeakable not know whether won or lost, there
is fatigue hopeless of lost souls.
There is all this but there is also and above all something else deeper and more terrible that perhaps
luckily for me - I can not even put a name and that forces me to lower my eyes as in the presence of the
Mystery living .
The call
When the sun has set, kill snakes and bats and Gather the blood in two skulls. Then draw a
pentagram on the ground fire. As you draw it sing a psalm to call in the right rhythm by repeating it
continuously until you finish drawing the pentagram with ash and blood.
Whenever traced the sign of vat Other Gods instead say seven times the small invocation, then spit
on the sign and bow.
When you have finished drawing the circle revenue from channel Nyarlathotep place on the east
and make it around seven times having the circle to your right and singing the last curse.
Exit through the circle from the channel to the west of Nyarlathotep.
Prepare Now seven bowls of lead with the sign of Koth that opens the door engraved on the bottom.
In the bowls put human fat and cypress branches, heads of poppies blacks and flowers dried camphor,
aloe and saffron.
Place the bowls on the signs of the Other Gods repeating the invocations.
The pentacle fire
Formed with ash taken from! burning of a witch design pentacle. In the circles drawn signs of other
gods with the blood of bats. Then wet rims and spokes with the blood of snakes.
You will draw circles from the inside and leave them on your left.
In the same way you draw circles of the other Gods.
Do not be surprised if the club stays open. Remember the use to which must serve and understand
that the openings are the ways of Nyarlathotep through the balls.
This pentacle is used whenever you need to call the gods through the balls or to ensure that they
pass the gates that make them enter our world.
The sign of Koth
When you are in front of a door or in a place that can become look for the sign of Koth and obey his
command. Do not attempt to ignore or circumvent in any way or it will be worse for you.
The sign can be anywhere in the door: the floor, designed with stones, made from the leaves of a
tree, described by the slime of a snail on the rock or from the impression that leaves the snake on the

sand. It can also be in the air, drawn from the flight of the hawk or the vault of a bat and made it
different from the rest of the sky, visible to those who can see.

If you find the sign that you will know that closes that door for you is prohibited: you do not insist
because there all you have to do. You also performed the sign that ends with your left hand and go
away. The place you found is a door for you but at the time is closed.
When you find a sign that you have found instead it opens a door intended for you. Made the sign
with his right hand and recited the last curse: that way you will take possession of the gate, and shall
have engraved on your seal. But be careful because even if you do not find signs of any kind in a place
that you know to be a door you can not help but leave away quickly and without looking. One in which
you find yourself is a yes but Door Something or someone from outside spaces does not like foreign
presence:
go on until you are on time and forget that Door.
To call the Other Gods
Get the symbol of those who want to evoke that you have done as shown prima70 71.
Prepare a small fire in the grate with cypress wood, and expects them to be ready the embers;
Meanwhile he sings within you, the silent song of the god.
When the flames are almost extinguished and will be left only the light of the coals in the brazier he
throws a few grains of ... 1X and you remove the smoke.
Sit down on the mat in front of the brazier and Hold symbol Whatever you want to call between you
and the brazier so that you saw him at the coals.
Breathe the smoke and free your mind of all thoughts. Make sure you arrive with the mind in a state
similar to when you're falling asleep, even when you do not sleep, but your conscious mind has lost
control.
He then began to fix the symbol against the coals, make that your attention is drawn by this, left to
drown in this and stay in this state for a long time without getting distracted and not fall asleep. If you
are near the sea you can get the same result by performing the ritual in front of the sea staring symbol
against the sparkling sea under the sun. If you have made everything right but you're sure who you
called will hear your call and will at some stage you will hear in your ears like a distant whistle but
annoying and penetrating. Did you have your answer. Who did you call is coming. Are you ready to
receive it or it will be worse for you.

Seal of Nyarlathotep

70 A long section of Book IV is devoted to the preparation of the seals.


71 It seems the same ingredient in Note 6. The care with which it was canceled there is the suspicion
of a particularly important element of the rituals.

Figure 5 - Seal of Asthur

Figure 6 - Seal of Yog-Sothoth

Figure 7 - Seal of Azathoth

Figure 8 - Seal of Shub-Niggurath

Figure 10 - Sign of Yog-Sothoth

Figure 11 - Sign of Cthulhu

Figure 12 - Sign of Yog-Sothoth

Figure 13 - Sign of Cthulhu

Figure 15 - Sign of Shub-Niggurath

Figure 16 - Sign of Hastur

Figure 17 - Sign of Azathoth

Figure 19 - The sign that opens

Figure 20 - Another form of the sign that opens

Figure 21 - The sign that closes

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