Come, we shall live together with the mighty.
Guard and protect the Temple,
And cut off the heads of the adversaries,
The foes of wisdom.
May Xubur, Kingu, Viper, Snake, Lakhamu, Whirlwind, Ravening Dog, Scorpion-Man, Hurricane, Horned Beast, Fish-Man, and Weapon
Together with the 3 foremost, Tiamat, Absu, and Kingu,
Together with whole Host of Igigi,
Together with all the most powerful of the Dingir,
Together with the GIDIM of dead Sultans,
Draw down power from the Stars
And imbue your initiate with Black Light and Love,
Blessings upon the Ancient Gods!
May these powerful ones, may the Typhonian Red Dragon, be praised,
So that she may protect the initiate
From the spiritual and temporal, fleshly powers.
I bless Hubur, She Who Fashions All Things, Remember!
I bless Kingu, the Lord of Monsters, Remember!
I bless Pazuzu and Humwava, Remember!
I bless Ninib, the Mighty Hunter, Remember!
I invoke Ereshkigal and Nergal, Remember!
I venerate your great, bright glory,
I invoke Azathoth, Nyarlathotep, and Hastur!
I invoke Apep!
I invoke Kutulu!
I invoke Babylon the Whore!
I invoke Naryx, Nature Manifested!
I invoke Naxyr, Nature Unmanifested!
I invoke the Black Madonna!
I invoke Taweret!
I invoke the terrible offspring of the Ancient Ones!
I pray to the Heavens, and to the Earth, and Under the Earth, and the Abyss.
Together with the Primal Glories and the Endless!
Together with our mighty hoards!
Praise to the almighty AZONEI!
May they protect the knowledge and wisdom of the Ancient Gods,
May they help me Remember what was forgotten! KANPA!(x3)
And may they overcome
Those attacking righteousness.
The Igigi full of Primordial Wisdom, the fearsome deity,
Horrifying in appearance, the strong God,
He of noble name, Xastur, and the valiant Kutulu,
May they protect the Temple, and the Initiate!
May blessings and praise from the Righteous
Be accepted by the three Highest,
So that they may bring down new power and strength
On this day and at this time.
In Nomine Ishniggarab
May blessings come down from the Stars on high
In Nomine Xastur
May the Will of those against the Ancient Ones be crushed under the might of the Force and the weight of Infinity!
In Nomine Azagthoth
May I be borne anew, clad in the blackest chaos, Dreaming countless Infinites!
In Nomine Nyarlathotep
May these words be eternal and endure Aeons!
And new help from the power of the AZONEI;
May it come upon the land and its Bel, Kristos
So that their knowledge in the ancient covenant may increase.
And Kutulu rises to the Stars.
Xepera Xeper Xeperu
Kacama Selah
Category: Necronomicon
Al-Najm fi Al-Faragh (The Star in Void)
النجم في الفراغ
Zazas Zazas Nasatanada Zazas (x9)
In the Name of Azathoth,
The Gnawing Madness. The Force.
By the star when it is hurled to ruin,
neither has your companion gone astray
nor has he erred
nor speaks he out of desire.
it is but a revelation that is revealed,
taught to him by The One Stronger than Strength,
Progenitor of Forcefulness. Then he stood poised
he was the Center Of Chaos.
Have you considered him who died infinitely
and gave a little giving grudgingly?
Piping madly with his macabre flute.
Is the knowledge of the unseen with him so that he sees it?
Or is he told what is in the dreadful Necronomicon
and of Alhazred who paid his account in full?
The burdened soul will not bear
the heavy load of another
The human being has nothing
but what he endeavors for
and that his endeavor will be seen.
Moreover, he will be given recompense for it
with a more true recompense.
And towards the Daemon Sultan is the Utmost Boundary
And that it is He, He Who causes laughter and causes weeping.
And that it is He Who causes death and begets life
and that it is He, He created the perfect being,
male and female in divine adrogyny,
from seminal fluid when it is emitted
and that with Him is another growth.
And that it is He, He Who Enriched and made rich
and that it is He, He Who is Sirius
and that it is He Who caused to perish Atlantis
and Lemuria, causing none to remain, the antediluvian folk of yesterday. Truly, truly they were ones who are defiant.
He obliterates worlds that he brings into being,
then enwraps them with that enwrapment.
Well then… which of you will wrestle Chaos?
This is a warner among the previous warnings.
Chaoskampf.
The Day of Threat is threatening.
There is no other than the Blind Dreamer Who Uncovers it.
Then at this discourse will you marvel?
And will you laugh and weep
Moreover, he came to pass near and hung suspended
until he had been at a distance
of two bow lengths or closer.
Then He revealed to His Messenger what He revealed.
The mind lied not against what it saw.
Will you debate with him about what he saw?
And certainly he saw it outside time and space
near the Abysses of the Utmost Boundary
near Twilight, the Place of Shelter,
when overcame Formless Form what overcame it.
The sight swerved not, nor was it defying Primordial Chaos.
Certainly he saw some of the greatest, yet strangest signs
Have you then seen Hastur and Nyarlathotep
and Azathoth, the triad, the other?
Have you males and has He females?
There was an unfair division of the perfect adrogyny from their Sultan.
They are but names that you have named, you and
your fathers, for which Chaos has not sent forth
any authority. And yet Chaos sends forth the authority.
Men follow opinion and
that for which their souls yearn. And certainly their souls
draw near to them the guidance.
Or will the human being have what he covets?
Then to Azathoth belongs the Last and the First.
And how many monstrosities in the Abyss are there
whose intercession will avail nothing at all except
after Azathoth wills to whom He wills and He is well-pleased.
Truly those who believe not in the worlds beyond the Outer Limit
Rely on their own intelligence,
while they have no understanding. They follow
nothing but opinion.
And truly, opinion and logic is fruitless against The Truth.
So turn aside from they who turn away from Our
Remembrance and they want nothing but this present life.
That is their attainment of dull knowledge.
Truly, Sleeping Chaos is the One Who is greater in knowledge of
those who go astray from the way and He is greater
in knowledge of those who are truly guided.
And to Azathoth belongs whatever is in the Heavens and
whatever is in and on the Earth and whatever is in the Abyssess and whatever is Void,
Chaos will afford no
recompense to the evil imposters for the indecencies they
have done to the righteous,
Truly, Azathoth is One who
is without mercy. He is greater in
In the womb of 0.
So ascribe not purity to self
O ye from earth, when you were an unborn child,
You know when He caused you to grow within yourselves. He is greater in knowledge of him
who knows.
There is no other, but the Observer Who Uncovers it.
Then at this discourse will you marvel?
And will you weep and laugh
While you are ones who pass life and enjoyment?
Prostrates yourselves to the Old One beyond the limit!
IA! ZI AZAGTHOTH KANPA!
IA! ZI HUBUR KANPA!
IA! ZI SIRIUS KANPA!
IA! ZI TYPHON KANPA!
IA! IA! ZI SEPTET IA!
IA! IA! ZI SUTEKH IA!
IA! ZI SUT-AN KANPA!
In Nomine Tamtu
Ho Drakon Ho Megas
Of Kadath Ye Unknown
What man knows Kadath?
For who shall know of that which ever abides in Strange-Time, between yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Up in the extreme North, where the Heavens border the earth, in the Cold Waste called Leng.
In the center of the Cold Waste rises the ancient Kadath, unmentionable Mountain.
Secret Shrine of Divine Secrets.
It contains the Key of the Divine Being and the Most Secret Dream of Nyarlathotep above it.
Woe to the one who disturbs the Winged and Mighty Entities, from the fiery breath, who guard them.
Hoarse shrill cries make you understand that you are now lost.
Cruel and fierce.
They live in Leng to pay for their arrogance towards the Ancient Gods.
Kadath is the receptacle of Divinity and through it you can reach your Essence.
It is forbidden to climb it,
But you will be able to reach it if you deny yourself everything as you still conceive it.
Power and Lightning are the Keys of the Force.
The Force is Kadath.
Nyarlathotep will lead you, but do not abandon yourself to him.
Your goal is near and powerful,
Reach out and pick the Fruit that has been denied for so long.
This is Kadath, and a thousand other things.
Eternal and smiling Kadath.
Mighty and silent.
Suspended, like a sword, on the head of the man.
Kadath, Black and Mighty Mountain,
Strength and Destruction characterize you.
Everything from you is enacted and is accomplished for you.
O New Gods, banish unhappiness from your Heart.
Breathe in the intimate fragrance of the Luminous Stars.
All this is Sublime and Foolish like the Divine Madness that makes the Dark Kadath rise from the Leng Plateau.
So it is.
Error does not exist.
The Way is open.
The saved will be few, since pity is not of You and it is Just so.
This is the hidden key on the Arduous path of Knowledge.
Ye Voice of Hastur
I hear the voice of the Dreadful Hastur,
I hear the mournful sigh of the vortex,
The mad rushing of the ultimate wind that swirls darkly among the silent stars
I hear her howl serpent-fanged amid the bowels of Kur (the Underworld).
He who’s ceaseless roaring ever fills the timeless skies of hidden Leng!
The Avenger of the Old Ones!
His might tears the forest and crushes the city!
But, none shall know the hand that smites and the soul that destroys,
For a faceless and foul one walks the Dark Cosmic spaces, her form Unknown to Men
His Voice is the destructive whirlwind of the vortex that breaks and breaks the unjust life that arose among the silent Stars.
I Listen therefore to his Call, O man, when in the dark hours of the night her Voice raises a Hymn to the Gods.
Respond to his Call, but bow down before her Elect.
Thus the Way of Salvation will open to you.
I Do not delay to follow those who have always lurked, ready to seize my mortal remains.
The Song of the Mighty Hastur has awoken me from my millennial Slumber,
I hear it.
I become the Mighty Xastur!
Xeper-I-Xastur!(x3)
[I turn into Xastur (Xastur is pronounced Kaw-Stoor)]
I give thanks to Xastur for guiding me on the Great Journey!
I cast away the futile unnecessary fear of human hesitation.
It is Xastur that has freed me.
The Old Ones’ Message
I hear the Crawling Chaos that calls beyond the stars.
And Nyarlathotep was spawned to deliver their message,
And they clothed him in Chaos that his form might ever be hidden amongst the stars.
The Chaos, permeated in him, serving as Dissolver for those who improperly approached him!
They did not understand.
They did not reveal his face which is masked by the will of those who were, when time was not.
He is the Priest of Akasha!
The dweller in the Air and has many faces that none shall recall.
The waves freeze before him, gods dread his call!
He was created by Divine Hand so that men would know the Cosmic Message,
But such was the Message that the Messenger lands the people.
In men’s dreams he whispers insidiously,
Causing the loss of human vestiges to acquire Divine remains.
He has as companion the Great and Empty Cosmic Silence.
He retired to the worlds,
Then began to dream, because everything else had also been forbidden to him.
His Dreams were of the Divine Matrix…
He and his Sons withdrew into the Most Secret Dream,
Into the Great Black Onyx Castle located atop Kadath, the Great Mountain that rises in the Leng Desert.
Here, this is, and always will be, Nyarlathotep.
Conjuration of the Realms for Protection
I have traveled on the Spheres, and the Spheres protect me. I have descended into the Abyss, and the Abyss protects me. I have walked to the tops of Mountains, and the Mountains protect me. I have swam through the Seas, and the Seas protect me.
The Lords of the Wind rush about me and are Joyous. The Lords of the Earth crawl about my feet and are pleased. The Spirits have remembered me.
The Protective Scythe
(This is a prayer to Death Itself in the form of Santa Muerte. The original prayer was written by Arcana XIII. You may find his work here: https://m.facebook.com/pg/DevotionalArtifacts/posts/
I tweaked this prayer to fit my needs as an initiate of the “Book of Dead Names” also known as the Necronomicon. I also constructed and offered names in Sumerian to Santa Muerte for use in ritual/sorcery)
Lady of Death
Queen of the underworld
I stand humbly before you to ask you: Make me feel your strength, power and omnipresence
against those with the desire to destroy me,
spill their blood over the ground and feed the earth, KI.
I implore you, to be my shield
And my shelter against evil,
May your protective scythe
Cut the obstacles that are in my way.
Let the closed doors be opened,
And show me the path.
Open for me the gate of IAK SAKKAK
Guide me through the Forgotten Stars and Dark Gulfs of Space.
Guide me on the path of the Ancient Ones!
Death, there is nothing that doesn’t bow down to your will!
I have hope in your benevolence.
I know your power.
I trust you.
I give myself to you.
I walk behind you,
I walk in front of you,
I walk on both sides.
Salve Poderosa Calavera!
[Hail the Powerful Skull!]
Salve Madre Muerte!
[Hail the Mother of Death!]
Salve Santa Muerte!
[Hail the Saint of Death!]
IA NINUGGAE!
[Praise Lady Death! (Or literally Lady Death-God)]
IA UMM ETSENT!
[Praise the Bone Mother! (Literally Mother Bone)]
IA MITU BUZUR!
[Praise the Dead Solver of Secrets/Dead Serpent]
(“IA” I’ve found has a few popular meanings, but I haven’t found an actual definition or etomology yet. For all intents and purposes, I use “IA” as a nod to the god Ea/Enki Lord of magick and a means for summoning and praising spirits. I pronounce it “Ee-Yah”)
Psalms to the Great Old Ones II.
Let us worship the spirit of the Naxyr-Naryx.
Let us bless the Crawling Chaos Nyarlathotep who has sent us the Spirit of Truth.
He came and separated us from the Error of the World.
He brought us a mirror. We looked into it, and saw in it the Universe.
When the Faceless One came,
he revealed to us the way of truth and taught us that there are two Natures,
that of the Light and that of the Darkness,
separated from each other since the beginning.
The Kingdom of Light consisted of five Greatnesses, these are the Father and his twelve Aeons, the Aeon of Aeons, the Living Air, and the Land of Light,
the Great Spirit blows in them and feeds them with its Light.
The Kingdom of Darkness, consisted of six Chambers, these are the Mother, Smoke, Fire, Wind, Water and Darkness.
Their resolution crawls in them, moves them and spurs them on to make war with one another.
Now as they were warring with each other,
the corrupted ones made bold to attack the Land of true Light, considering themselves capable of conquering it.
Yet they know not that what they thought will recoil upon their own heads.
But there was a host of abominations in the Land of true Light which possessed the power to issue forth and overcome the enemy of the Father, Azag-Thoth whom it pleased that through the Word that he would send, he would subdue the rebels
who desired to raise themselves above what was more exalted than they.
Like a shepherd who sees a lion approaching to destroy his sheepfold, he uses guile, takes a lamb and sets it as a snare that he may catch it with it, for with a single lamb he saves his sheepfold.
Afterwards he heals the lamb that has been wounded by the lion.
In this way too the Father acted, who sent his stout Son, Nyarlathotep.
The Father produced out of himself his Maiden, Xastur, furnished with the five Powers that she might rain vengeance against Hosts of Ignorance.
When the Watchman stood fast within the frontiers of Light he showed the powers of the corrupted Darkness his Maiden, who is his Soul.
They became agitated in the Abyss and wanted to possess her, they opened their mouths and tried to swallow her.
He seized the Maiden’s power and spread it over the Powers of the Corrupted-Darkness, like nets over fish, he rained her down on them.
Like purified clouds of water, she penetrated into them like a piercing lightning strike.
She crept inside their insides and bound them all without their ever knowing.
When the First Man had ended his struggle Azag-Thoth sent forth his Second Son.
He came and helped his brother out of the Abyss.
He built this whole world up out of the mixture that had come into existence out of Light and Darkness.
All the Powers of the Abyss he spread out to the ten Heavens and to eight Earths, he shut them up into this World and made it a dungeon for all the Powers of Darkness.
This World is also, however, a place of purification of the soul which had been swallowed up in Ignorance and Folly.
The Sun and the Moon were set up and fixed in the heights, to purify the Soul.
They take the refined part daily upward to the heights but they destroy the deposit.
They convey it up and down.
This whole World stands firm for a Season, since there is a great Building being erected outside the World.
At the Hour when the Architect shall complete it, the entire World shall be dissolved.
It shall be set a fire, that the fire may melt it away.
The Remnants of True-Light in every Place
he shall gather to himself and form of it a Statue.
Even the Resolution of Death also, the whole of Pure-Darkness, he shall gather in and make an image of itself along with the Archon.
In a moment the Living Spirit shall come.
It will succor to the True Light, and the Resolution of Death and the Pure-Darkness.
Unlock the chamber that was built for it that it may be unchained forever!
There is no other means to free them, for they shall be received into the true Light because he is a Brother to it…
But he shall also be left in his Land of darkness.
A New Aeon shall be built in the place of this World, which shall be dissolved, so that in it the Powers of Light & Darkness may reign harmoniously since they have preformed and fulfilled the whole of the Father’s will.
They have overthrown the ignorant, they have defeated them.
This is the knowledge of Nyarlathotep,
let us worship him and bless him.
Blessed is every man that may trust in him
for he shall live with the Righteous Lords.
Honor and Victory to our Lord Nyarlathotep, the Spirit of Truth,
that spawned from the Father, Azathoth, and has revealed to us
the Beginning, the Middle, and the End.
Victory to the soul of Azag-Thoth, Nyalathotep, Xastur, Shub-Niggurath, Kutulu, Yog-Sothoth, Yig, Dagon, Suthoth
Nodens, Ichtonh, Mithras, Nadur and the soul also of Naxyr-Naryx.
(Yes it’s lengthy I know…)
Crossings Of The Sons Of Fire
The Bright Things from the Land of Twilight Dawning,
Between the Land of Light and the Land of Darkness,
Between the Splendor and the Gloom.
They are the lands beyond the Veil Threshold,
And in front of the Veil Threshold is the Land of the Living.
The Seeker embarks by boat on the Waters of Illusion,
Guided by two opposing beings the boat capsizes.
A young maiden desired to drag the Seeker down to the depths,
And the decrepit man grasps him strong, wanting to keep him afloat.
The Seeker struggles against him.
At the shores of the Light of Truth,
The young maiden transforms into a decrepit hag,
And the decrepit man is transformed into a comely youth.
Like a drowned corpse the Seeker lies on the Sands of Shadow,
Contemplating that he had fought against the man that saved him.
The Beautiful One comes forth and is attended by handmaidens,
Accompanied by the companions of the Seeker during Earth Life.
They stand about as Welcomers and the Soul-Self that desires embrace.
The Beautiful One speaks over the corpse:
“Raise yourself up and cast away the iniquities of your mortality.”
The Seeker rises, opening then shielding his eyes to the Beautiful One.
And servants of the Beautiful One weep the blood (of the Seeker in his
life).
The Seeker says:
“I have come come forth that the dead might live and the blind may
see.”
The Soul-Self says:
“I have come forth to embrace, protect and shield you.”
The spirit of Seeker is awakened in the Land of Immortality.
It shines brilliantly in the Land-Beyond-the-Horizon.
He spirit of the Seeker is the Risen-Hero [god] of the Horizon.
Do not offend by thinking him dead because he can never die,
As he lives forever in the Land of the Ever Living.
You should not weep for the fallen body of the Seeker,
As your tears and lamentations for him will restrain his spirit.
But now it is a time for farewells and the Closing of the Gate.
The departed Seeker, risen to glory, has left the living to sorrow.
We offer our services to him, may he speak well of us when Coming
Forth.
Arise; greet the one who arrives clad all in clean white clothing.
Fie brings the Crown of the Heavens,
He brings the Scepter of the King,
He brings the Staff of Righteousness and the Priceless Stone.
Take them all up and become perfect.
Eternal One, Hear the words penetrate the skies with the smoke of
incense.
Allow no stooping shadow to haunt or defame the spirit,
Guard the Dark Gate, that no abomination will creep through,
And allow no vile darkness to contaminate the body with illness.
You can bring no harm, dwellers beyond the Western Waters.
According to the words of the Coming Forth of the Sons o f Fire,
The Ones who walked and spoke with the men of Earth are now
distant,
Living the lives of splendor in the Eternal Shining Ones.
They now stand to weigh the spirit of men at their deaths,
And aid them on their travels to the spaces between [Heaven].
The Seeker bathes in the Lake of Beauty, and drinks from the Fountain
of Life.
He beholds the twilight spirits who are purged of their wickedness and
lust,
And yet they remain captive to the Lords of the Fate [Destinies].
The Lord of Life directs their journeys back and forth – their test and
trial.
This is the lore of the Seeker who is raised from the dead as the Risen
One,
And Coming Forth he is the Newcomer.
This is the lore of the journey to the outer tracks of the Between,
And the path taken by those who been laid to rest in catacombs and
tombs.
When passing through the House of Clearing, the departure is not
delayed.
At the Place of Waiting, the Ferryman comes
And there is no fee to pass.
The Newcomer waits, then says:
“Ferryman, take me to the Realm of the Blessed,
As I am purified and cleansed of all mortal iniquities
And am anxious to come forth unto my destination.”
“Show me your token,” says the Ferryman.
“Proof that you have passed the tests and also evidence for your
destination.”
“My token is the Light,” the Newcomer responds.
“And you will find my name is written in the Book of Sacred Mysteries
[Life],
Come take me over the waters that I may play in the Fields of Peace.”
The Ferryman is skeptical.
The Newcomer continues:
“I have passed the tests before Heaven and Earth and am allowed to
Come Forth.
I claim this right by the virtue of my deeds on the Earth.
I am the Bright One and men on Earth speak well of me in my
absence.”
“Remove your hood,” the Ferryman says. “That I may see your true
form.”
“Make for no more delays,” replies the Newcomer, removing his hood.
“Quickly we must depart to travel the waters to the other side.
Test me no further, Ferryman. My sign and seal go before me.
By the names of gods to men, I can dispel all glamours of illusion.”
Crossing the waters, the Newcomer becomes the Pilgrim.
The Pilgrim passes the Dark Guardian, the Watcher at the Gate,
Outside the Place of Union he waits standing fast and firmly.
“Watcher at the Gate,” alerts the Pilgrim. “Allow me to pass.”
After taking the fee to get through, the Watcher says the word: “Pass.”
Coming Forth, the Pilgrim stands before the Womb of Creation,
And as a newly planted seed he is dressed in the Robe of Glory.
The Great Gate is opened to the United Being in the East,
The Gate to the Between [Outside] leading to the Source of Gods,
The Creator of the Great Eternal Mysteries.
The Pilgrim and Shadow pass through a side Gate to Darkness,
Where the Lost Ones of the vile darkness remain, those who served evil
on Earth.
The test will be to not stop to succumb to the cries of the doomed,
Continuing passed to the Fields of Peace where resides the Glorious
Ones.
(Found in the Book of Crossing of the Necronomicon Annunaki Bible by Joshua Free)
Psalms to the Great Old Ones I.
Open the doors of wisdom; arise that we may receive the present.
The great blind god is seated: let us gather and glorify him and bless him.
🐉The Gate of the Dragon of the West 🐲 