THE NECRONOMICON ~ The Cthulhu Revelations (20 page)

And let the others therein revel in its majesty.

~

There among the kings who are no more,

Hammurabi, Dumuzid, Mashda and Aga of Kish,

Let this soul pass among them as an equal.

So let the
gidim
stand before vainglorious Gilgamesh,

He who righteously did seek of immortality

And there let this
gidim
of woman mock him,

For immortality is meant for the Ghul alone.

~

Let this one, whose entrails we devour,

Be as one with us!

We feast upon the belly of this choicest prey,

For she is worthy,

And yet we leave the heart and mind to remain.

By the essential salts of Osir we preserve this flesh,

By the ichor of Anubis and the Isis-tears

We fill the emptying veins of this, the chosen one.

~

Newborn, sing with every resonance of our Cabal!

Let your torments as we feast upon you

Be not death agonies,

But the ecstasy of metamorphosis,

The gift of Naram-gal!

Feel torment no more, thou chosen!

Kneel you amongst us!

Crawl and feast with us,

Raven, grieve, and sate thyself

On that which was of your body and is no more!

(The eviscerated victim is made to feed upon her own entrails in the circle of the pack, and in this manner she doth become a Ghul.)

~

And so the false gods are appeased,

Thy soul is no more.

Your heart, with Osir and Isis, surges on,

And now you are one with us.

So will you learn the true lore of the worlds ...

Of Cthulhu,

Whose dreams in fell R’lyeh you shall not hear;

Of the Night-gaunts, our consorts,

Who soar and bear us through the frigid veils

Unto every kingdom of the Dreamlands,

Save for vaunted and onyx Kadath:

To Narthos, the Bnazi,

To Lirania and Mondath,

Where we shall reveal to you the many wonders

Of the ages of dream, loss, desire,

And of nightmare.

~

You shall learn and lick the hands of Nyarlathotep,

Keeper and bestower of all our secrets.

You will venerate Yog-Sothoth,

He who touches the gates between the worlds

Upon the paired weaves of the underworld,

For so does Yog-Sothoth

Open to you the Dreamlands

And the Kingdom of the Ghul.

~

Come now, learn with us,

Revel with us in glory!

May this one rise,

Rise!

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Canticles of the Deathless Ones ~

The Second, of Anata,

The Portioning of Severance

This is the canticle of Anata, the eldest Ghul in the clan of Naram-gal.  She did share it with me when she consumed the remains of the man who dared to assault me in the outskirt ruins of Babylon, ere my ritual for the resurrection of Adaya. 
(While Anata’s presence there is not otherwise alluded to, this incident is told of at the end of this Codex.  Did Anata brave the surface world once more, to protect Al-Azrad whom she loved?  This tempting hint of such a secret is all we have. ~K.)

Although she was born in Babylon, Anata in life was one of the
Salt-Singers
, the peoples who dwelled in the farther desolation of the ancient Holy Land.  She spake that she did dwell in Zeboim, near to the depraved city of Gomorrah itself.

As such, Anata is the only Ghul I have known to venerate the divine path of carnal numeration, assigning principles of power to the ten abstractive elements of the Elder Tree of Life. 
(Whateley has written here:  “Was Anata then one of the practitioners of the art which preceded the Kabbalah?”)

Unique among the Ghuls I have known in this life, Anata believed that this incantation did empower her to apportion the essences or
radiances
of her prey, strengthening not only herself, but ensuring the longevity and tranquility of her entire pack amongst the clan of Naram-gal.

This incantation is to be canted over the remains of those victims who were not worthy to become Ghuls.  By separating the sacred
vitae
, the radiances from the unworthy flesh, she turned the feast upon the lowly meat of an untouchable into a rite of arcane empowerment.

Other Ghuls did not believe as she did, even amongst the members of her own clan.  Yet she is the wisest Ghul outside of Egypt that I have ever known.  I therefore include this ritual as one example of the manifold and various rituals of the Ghuls, all of which are spells cast to strengthen themselves and enhance their longevity, whilst signifying the unique culture and belief of the chanter herself.

The incantation is spoken in verses, as each part of the body is consumed.  Following the ten numerary principles of Zeboim, the feast is begun with the victim’s feet, so that the basest of flesh is first consumed and the meat which holds the greatest powers—of the heart, the eyes, and especially the brain—is consumed toward the end.  The meal is shared with the other Ghuls of the pack.

This spell, Anata did tell me, can be cast not only in the feasting upon dead bodies, but also upon those who are held down and consumed alive.  She did revealeth to me that when a man is devoured in this manner, it is common for him to remain alive—especially with constriction of the blood-flow—until the upper legs are consumed and the lifeblood gusheth forth.

I truly believe that this incantation could be spoken and the ritual cast by a mortal, or another Ghul, and still grant the caster arcane empowerment.  Yet the core of its power is not within its reiterative and repetitive verses, but rather in the absolute faith of the
believer
as it is spoken.

~

(The victim, if alive, is pinned down by the strongest members of the pack.  Otherwise, the body is laid out and the limbs arranged in cruciform, honoring the four directional attenuations of the powers and the elements as honored by the Salt-Singers of ancient Zeboim.)

~

From the lowest to the highest,

Let this meat and sinew greaten

The longevity of the Fangs Crescentine,

The great hunting-pack of the elder Anata.

From the annihilation of the unworthy,

Let the radiances be severed

From their anchoring bones, their mortal chains!

Let the unworthy become exalted!

~

(The feast begins.  Anata is honored to partake of the first portion, and then the remainder is allotted to the others present.  If the victim is alive and must be held down, Anata feasts alone, a process of approximately an hour, until the victim dies.)

~

Cantus I

I devoureth the flesh of the feet,

Which strode over the Kingdom of the Ghul,

Unaware of the glorious netherworld,

Unknowing and unworthy.

So lofts forth the radiance of the crystal,

Shimmering with the transparency of gates.

Yog-Sothoth, ai!

~

Cantus II

I devoureth the flesh of the leg

Of the damned,

Over which the heart surgeth.

So lofts forth the radiance of opal,

Glowing with the rainbow of the Seven Stars.

Nyarlat, ai!

~

Cantus III

I devoureth the flesh of the leg

Of the blessed,

Which strideth not into the Kingdom of Heaven

But walks between the voids,

Into nothingness, unto Chaos.

So lofts forth the majesty of
smaragdus
,

The radiance of emerald.

Hasturat, ai!

~

(Every victim Anata has ever devoured has, if eaten alive, died prior to the fourth invocation.  The restrainers are freed to feast.)

~

Cantus IV

We devoureth the flesh of the genitals,

The eternal foundation of creation,

Of daemons, seduction,

Ever the most corrupt and pure.

So lofts forth the radiance of chalcedon,

Coruscating radiance of cloud.

Nug a Yeb, ai!

~

Cantus V

We devoureth the flesh of the chest,

Throne of compassion,

Leaving the heart within its cage

For the greater revelation yet to come.

So lofts forth the splendor of
topazion
,

The radiance of the burning sand.

Sultan of the Yellow Veil, ai!

~

Cantus VI

We devour the flesh of the arm

Of judgment,

The flame-bearer of battle

Righteous in all destruction.

So lofts forth the glow of carbuncle,

The radiance red as blood.

Shal-Nithurat, ai!

~

Cantus VII

We devoureth the flesh of the arm

Of greatness,

The resplendent limb of the smiter,

That which destroyeth only

For the ecstasy of wrath.

So lofts forth the twilight of
amethystos
,

The radiance which is violet.

Qa-Tsathoqq, ai!

~

Cantus VIII

We devoureth the heart,

The tides of all hatred and desire

Surging with the oceans

In the blackness of the deep.

So lofts forth the glow of the pearl,

The iridescent radiance of moonlight.

Dagonai a Hodroth, ai!

~

Cantus IX

We devoureth the eyes

Which beheld all and saweth nothing,

Oblivious to They who stride

Not within the spheres,

But among the Voids between.

So lofts forth the shadow of
khitrai
,

The blackness of obsidian reflected.

Azathot-kol, ai!

~

Cantus X

We devoureth the mind,

This vessel’s annihilation.

For never shall the unworthy

Riseth among our kind.

So lofts forth the brilliance of the
amaranth
,

The dream of the One Who Sleeps,

Iridescence eternal and white.

May he be sated thus, never to destroy us.

K’tulu, ai!

~

(The weakest of the pack are then allowed to lap the blood-remnant of the feast.  The ritual ends.)

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Canticles of the Deathless Ones ~

The Third, of Hetshepsu,

The Worship of the Fractures and the Gates

This is the black canticle which I did hear chanted by the most ancient Ghul Hetshepsu, the Eater of Dust, who I later did meet in the necropolis of Saqqara far beneath the deserts north of Lacus Moeris in fabled Khom.

This is a dangerous and likely fatal ritual, for it is one which is solely intended to extendeth a
Ghul’s
life, and hath no bearing on the ken of mortal desire.  The manner in which the incantation is cast, foremost, is that a blood sacrifice be made.  An infant human who has been half fed upon, yet not fully consumed, must have a circle of power cast about it ere the spell can begin to be canted.

For the blood is the life, and even more than the menses of a maiden, an innocent child’s blood is the most powerful of all.

~

The spell glorifies the opening of a gate between the Real and the Otherness, the Empire of the Blackened Mind; and from the Seven Suns higher still in their Beyonding, the reflecting of a
second
opened gate unto the Void which lieth beyond Kadath and which approacheth Azathoth itself.

Casting such a spell with the proper blood sacrifice causes the chanter to be the attenuating focus of not only the first touched gate, but too, the star-lens for the second gate’s reflection.  One’s life force—if, of course, one is a Ghul—is thus unified for one moment with the ultimate bifurcation of the twining Paths of Chaos, whilst the vessel of the chanter’s body remaineth here of the earth.

Having sacrificed thus, a Ghul who dares the incantation will find his life yet again extended by several centuries.  Few indeed are the Ghuls who perish from old age, for these creatures if unwounded live for thousands of years.  But of those last few Ghul-elders who hath reason to fear such a death from ashen atrophy, Hetshepsu is one.

The peril of this spell is that if it is cast without the proper sacrifice, or with any mispronunciation of the Aklo words of power, its undirected energies can rend the Void and open the second gate not only for the reflection of the caster’s essence, but too, for the flesh of the reflected spheres from beyond where the Pipers dance before the Throne.  Thus the flesh of the many Path-spheres can descend.  Which is to say, if the spell is not cast perfectly, there is a chance that the incantation can summon forth Yog-Sothoth.

I have transliterated the Khomite chants of Hetshepsu into Arabic (
Dee has written:  “And I, following the Latin of Olaus, into Her Majesty’s Own” (English))
, yet I cannot say with certainty that the words herein are perfect.  One’s pronunciation of the Aklo must be immaculate.

Know this canticle as a prime exemplar of the vast powers held by the most ancient among the Ghuls, yet never cast it unless you are a fool who longs for the madness of revelation before the
‘Umr at-Tawil
; and then thy death, torn apart among the coruscations of the many reflected spheres.

~

(In thy native tongue:)

Let the shorn life of this child

Be not wasted, let its lifeblood

Serve as my supplication

Of Tawil at’Umr, ‘Umr at-Tawil.

I beseech you,

O eternal and majestic,

You who are gate and key