And know further that the legions of these Evil Ones are uncountable and stretcheth forth on all sides and into all places, though they cannot be seen, except at certain times and to certain persons. And these times are as said before, and the persons unknown, for who can know XASTUR? But the Dead may be always summoned, and many times are willing to rise; but some are stubborn and desire to remain Where they are, and do not rise, save for the efforts of the Priest, who has power, as ISHTAR, both in this Place and in the Other. And the Dead must be called in the Four Directions, and in the Four Spaces for, not knowing where It is, the Priest must needs take especial care that he call everywhere, for the Spirit may be in flight. And a Dead God may be also summoned, and the formulae is that which follows. It must be spoken clearly aloud, and not a word changed, else the Spirit of the God may devour thee, as there is no Food and no Drink where they are. And it must be called in a secret place, without windows, or with windows only in one place, and that should be in the Northern Wall of the place, and the only light shall be of one lamp, set on the altar, and the lamp need not be new, nor the altar, for it is a Rite of Age and of the Ancient Ones, and they care not for newness. And the altar should be of a large rock set in the earth, and a sacrifice acceptable unto the nature of the God should be made. And at the time of the Calling, the waters of ABSU will roil, and KUTULU will stir, but unless it be His time, he will not Rise. And this is the Conjuration of the Dead God: May NAMMTAR open my eyes that I may see . . . . . . . . . May NAMMTAR open my ears that I may hear . . . . . . . . . May NAMMTAR open my nose that I may sense His approach. May NAMMTAR open my mouth that my voice will be heard to the far reaches of the Earth. May NAMMTAR strengthen my right hand that I shall be strong, to keep the Dead . . . . . . . . . under my power, under my very power. I conjure Thee, O Ancestor of the Gods! I summon Thee, Creature of Darkness, by the Works of Darkness! I summon Thee, Creature of Hatred, by the Words of Hatred! I summon Thee, Creature of the Wastes, by the Rites of the Waste! I summon Thee, Creature of Pain, by the Words of Pain! I summon and call Thee forth, from Thy Abode in Darkness! I evoke Thee from Thy resting-place in the bowels of the Earth! I summon Thine eyes to behold the Brightness of my Wand, which is full of the Fire of Life! I conjure Thee, O Ancestor of the Gods! I summon Thee, Creature of Darkness, by the Works of Darkness! I summon Thee, Creature of Hatred, by the Works of Hatred! I summon Thee, Creature of the Wastes, by the Rites of the Waste! I summon Thee, Creature of Pain, by the Words of Pain! By the Four Square Pillars of Earth that support the Sky, May they stand fast against Them that desire to harm me! I evoke Thee from Thy resting-place in the bowels of the Earth! I summon Thee and Thine ears to hear the Word that is never spoken, except by Thy Father, the Eldest of All Who Know Age The Word that Binds and Commands is my Word! IA! IA! IA! NNGI BANNA BARRA IA! IARRUGISHGARRAGNARAB! I conjure Thee, O Ancestor of the Gods! I summon Thee, Creature of Darkness, by the Works of Darkness! I summon Thee, Creature of Hatred, by the Works of Hatred! I summon Thee, Creature of the Wastes, by the Rites of the Waste! I summon Thee, Creature of Pain, by the Words of Pain! I summon Thee, and call Thee forth, from Thy Abode in Darkness! I evoke Thee from Thy resting-place in the Bowels of the Earth! MAY THE DEAD RISE! MAY THE DEAD RISE AND SMELL THE INCENSE! And this shall be recited only once, and if the God do not appear, do not persist, but finish the Rite quietly, for it means that It hath been summoned elsewhere, or is engaged in some Work which it is better not to disturb. And when thou hast set out bread for the dead to eat, remember to pour honey thereupon, for it is pleasing to the Goddess Whom No One Worshippeth, Who wanders by night through the streets amid the howling of the dogs and the wailing of the infants, for in Her time a great Temple was built unto Her and sacrifices of infants made that She might save the City from the Enemies who dwelt without. And the Number of infants thus slain is countless and unknowable. And She did save that City, but it was taken soon thereafter when the people no more offered up their children. And when the people made to offer again, at the time of the attack, the Goddess turned her back and fled from her temple, and it is no more. And the Name of the Goddess is no more known. And She maketh the infants restless, and to cry, so the reason for the pouring of honey over the sacred bread, for it is written: Bread of the Cult of the Dead in its Place I eat In the Court prepared Water of the Cult of the Dead in its Place I drink A Queen am I, Who has become estranged to the Cities She that comes from the Lowlands in a sunken boat Am I. I AM THE VIRGIN GODDESS HOSTILE TO MY CITY A STRANGER IN MY STREETS. MUSIGAMENNA URUMA BUR ME YENSULAMU GIRME EN! Oh, Spirit, who understand thee? Who comprehend Thee? Now, there are Two Incantation to the Ancient Ones set down here, which are well known to the Sorcerers of the Night, they who make images and burn them by the Moon and by other Things. And they burn them by the Moon and by other Things. And they burn unlawful grasses and herbs, and raise tremendous Evils, and their Words are never written down, it is said. But there are. And they are Prayers of Emptiness and Darkness, which rob the Spirit. Hymn To the Ancient Ones They are lying down, the Great Old Ones. The bolts are fallen and the fastenings are placed. The crowds are quiet and the people are quiet. The Elder Gods of the Land The Elder Goddesses of the Land SHAMMASH SIN ADAD ISHTAR Have gone to sleep in heaven. They are not pronouncing judgements. They are no deciding decisions. Veiled is the Night. The Temple and the Most Holy Places are quiet and dark. The Judge of Truth The Father of the Fatherless SHAMMASH Has gone to his chamber. O Ancient Ones! Gods of the Night! AZABUA! IAK SAKKAK! KUTULU! NINNGHIZHIDDA! O Bright One, GIBIL! O Warrior, IRRA! Seven Stars of Seven Powers! Ever-Shining Star of the North! SIRIUS! DRACONIS! CAPRICORNUS! Stand by and accept This sacrifice I offer May it be acceptable To the Most Ancient Gods! IA MASHMASHTI! KAKAMMU SELAH! Invocation of the Powers Spirit of the Earth, Remember! Spirit of the Seas, Remember! In the Names of the Most Secret Spirits of NAR MARRATUK The Sea below the seas And of KUTULU The Serpent who sleepeth Dead From beyond the graves of the Kings From beyond the tomb wherein INANNA Daughter of the Gods Gained Entrance to the Unholy Slumbers Of the she-fiend of KUTHULETH In SHURRUPAK, I summon thee to mine aid! In UR, I summon thee to mine aid! In NIPPURR, I summon thee to mine aid! In ERIDU, I summon thee to mine aid! In KULLAH, I summon thee to mine aid! In LAAGASH, I summon thee to mine aid! Rise up, O powers from the Sea below all seas From the grave beyond all graves From the Land of TIL To SHIN NEBO ISHTAR SHAMMASH NERGAL MARDUK ADAR House of the Water of Life Pale ENNKIDU Hear me! Spirit of the Seas, Remember! Spirit of the Graves, Remember! And with these incantations, and with others, the sorcerers and the she-sorcerers call many things that harm of the life of man. And they fashion images out of wax, and out of flour and honey, and of all the metals, and burn them or otherwise destroy them, and chant the civilisations. And they cause plagues, for they summon PAZUZU. And they cause madness, for they call AZAGTHOTH. And these Spirits come upon the Wind, and some upon the Earth, crawling. And no oil, no powder, suffices to save a man from this inquity, save that exorcisms handed down and recited by the able Priest. And they work by the Moon, and not by the Sun, and by older planets than the Chaldaens were aware. And in cords, they tie knows, and each is a spell. And if these knots be found, they may be untied, and the cords burnt, and the spell shall be broken, as it is written: AND THEIR SORCERIES SHALL BE AS MOLTEN WAX, AND NO MORE. And a man may cry out, what have I don't, and my generation that such evil shall befall me? And it mean nothing, save that a man, being born, is of sadness, for he is of the Blood of the Ancient Ones, but has the Spirit of the Elder Gods breathed into him. And his body goes to the Ancient Ones, but his mind is turned towards the Elder Gods, and this is the War which shall be always fought, unto the last generation of man; for the World is unnatural. When the Great KUTULU rises up and greets the Stars, then the War will be over, and the World be One. Such is the Covenant of the Abominations and the End of this Text. |