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Ritual of the Old Ones


Reality is an alien fluid that resists our molding as it
simultaneously accepts it. It is a malleable thing which
rejects thought-forms projected by the average human. Only
those individuals who have broken out of their prison can
achieve a symbiotic relationship with the world around them.
First, however, you must become one who knows. Everything
depends on changing one's being, and it starts with
Self-Remembering.

Reality is the space around us allowing energy to flow.
Energy is constantly manipulating us just as we send out
similar vibrations. Unfortunately, the human mind can rarely
concentrate long enough and with the necessary intensity to
alter reality. Man is asleep and therefore he has no will.
He cannot keep his attention on himself while focusing on
the matter at hand. If he could, then things would be
different. Man would be able to launch his sorcerous desires
with enough power to create change.

This is a ceremonial magic ritual for the Cult of Cthulhu.
It will help the mage to awake, if only briefly. Performing
this arcane sacrament will allow the cultist to acquire
control over himself, develop his powers, and disturb the
universe.



Dead Spheres of Kaleidoscopic Nightmare!

Antediluvian Harbingers of the Great and Awful Change!

Forces from the AbsoluteÉ Horned and Tentacled, Slimy and
Infernal - hear me!

I AM your servant. I AM your master. I AM that I AMÉ

Whosoever journeys to K'thana visits the chaos of crimson
and jade. I visit the sunken grottoes of endless,
bloodthirsty war! Confrontation is needed. I turn in order
to face myself as I become the divinity's reflection. Desire
is not passive. Aggression breeds the strength which
darkness needs. Conviction grows from the blood. I am cut
from this warrior race. The overcoming washes over the inner
and outer cosmos like magenta moonlight. My soul a savage
night of stars, our inner selves a dreamlike paradise of
demonic truth. The reptilian insect things hang in the air
like dripping, chattering, corpulent bodies. They enter this
world at my command. These entities bring the knowledge of
all things hidden, and leave with all that drains our
energy.

Here I stand to honor the Old Ones. Here I stand, now,
looking upon my flesh from outside myself. Every I within me
gazes upon the violet flame growing like a loathsome flower
in the abyss. Simultaneously, the many "I's" peer inward.

Ia Ia Shemhamforash!

Narrow is the Dark Way and few are the black magicians who
may walk its path. Within myself there are many voices, and
each voice emanates from a horrible red mouth slurping the
green vital juices that ooze from the foul source. Only the
elite can rule. Certain forces must dominate others. Secret
laws have to be observed before we can become a singularity,
a Godlike being. When all of reality is understood to be an
illusion, I can extend my will. Consciousness is a gift from
Cthulhu and Satan!

Those who understand are nearÉ

I envision myself in all the unclean shades of rainbowed
hideous paradise.

Dead Spheres of Kaleidoscopic Nightmare!

Antediluvian Harbingers of the Great and Awful Change!

Forces from the AbsoluteÉ Horned and Tentacled, Slimy and
Infernal - hear me!

I AM your servant. I AM your master. I AM that I AMÉ

So mote it be!

END