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.
Category: Prayers, Hymns, & Chants for Necronomicon
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.
The Great Hymn to Marduk
Among the multitudes of men who exist and
have names,
Who is there that can of himself have True-
Knowledge?
Who has not erred on Earth? Who has not
transgressed?
Who is there to follow on Earth knowing the
Way of the God?
I will worship the God of Heaven, but I will
not tolerate the wickedness that reigns in Men on Earth.
I will seek out the regions where flows the
Waters of Life.
I wash clean my iniquity before thee
which is seen
Forgive me, my Lord, for the sins I have
committed on Earth, by my God willingly or unknowingly, from the time of my youth until now.
Let not me fall into despair, but destroy the
sin and fault in me,
Lighten the labor of my turmoil and illuminate my gloom.
Let the sins of my father and mother and
their generations,
Not fall upon me, may they pass on one side.
Speak to me now, my Lord! Make me clean
and pure!
Let the merciful hands of my Lord fall grant me well-being,
So that I may ever stand strong before thee with prayer.
May the good folk spread throughout the world bend their knee,
Let them worship thee who may destroy their sin MARDUK, Lord of the Magicians and Priests destroy my sin.
ERU(A), Great Goddess of the Earth, destroy
my sin.
NABU, Fair One, Herald of your Father, MARDUK, destroy my sin.
TESHMET, Consort of Marduk, Lady of Borsippa,
Hear my prayer, destroy my sin.
SARPANIT, Consort of Marduk, Lady of BABYLON, destroy my sin.
NERGAL-ERRA [The Annihilator], destroy my sin.
You ANUNNAKI who dwell in the Heavens with ANU,
May you come forth and destroy my sin, do away with my sin.
May your heart be at peace,
May the heart of my mother and father be
at peace,
Bring me a life of sinless peace, and then,
Brave MARDUK will I honor thee with submission.
(Found in the Necronomicon :the Annunaki Grimore by Joshua Free)
Prayer to the Gods of the Night
They are yawning, the Ancient Ones.
The bolts have fallen; the fastenings have broken.
The crowds and people are quiet.
The closed gates are now opened.
The gods of the land and the goddesses of the land,
Shamash, Sin, Adad, and Ishtar,
Have betaken themselves to sleep in heaven.
They are not pronouncing judgment;
They are not deciding things.
Veiled is the night;
The temple and the most holy places are quiet and dark.
The traveler calls on his god;
And the litigant is tarrying in sleep.
The judge of truth, the father of the fatherless,
Shamash, has betaken himself to this chamber.
O great ones, gods of the night,
O bright one, Gibil, O warrior, Irra,
O bow star and yoke star,
O Pleiades, Orion, and the dragon,
O Ursa major, goat star, and the bison,
Stand by, and then,
In the divination which I am making,
In the lamb which I am offering,
Put truth for me.
The Watch-House of the Mighty Xastur
I fly and proceed further,
until I reach the watch-house of Xastur.
I cry:
“Who will guide me past the Firey Star Orion?”
“Your reward, your works, your strength, and your mastery
will guide you past the Firey Star Orion.”
How greatly I rejoice,
how greatly my heart rejoices.
How much I look forward
to the day when my struggle is over,
to the day when my struggle is over
and my course is set towards the stars.
I hasten and proceed further,
until I reach the watch-house of the abyss.
When I arrived at the water-brooks,
a discharge of radiance met me.
It took me by the palm of my right hand
and brought me over the streams.
Radiance was brought and I was clothed in it,
A blue light was brought and I was wrapped in it.
The Death supported the Life….
The Life supported the Death….
Son of the Mighty One, show me the way of the Great Old Ones and the ascent upon which leads to your father’s throne!
Seated in the Place of Infinite-Nothingness.
Above Beyond
Hymn to the Stellar Gods
“The Ancients were, the Ancients are, and the Ancients will be.
From the Dark Regions Naxyr pronounced His Names and thus the circle of Gods was formed. And they came, Invisible and Tremendous. They ruled from the beginning of the Times.” – Excerpt from La Magia Stellare by Frank G. Ripel
We bless and sing to you, Azag-Thoth, our Saviour, O glorious one.
You he unto whom we call, Father, king , god immortal; hear the prayer of thy fold, O glorious one. Glory to your son Nyarlathotep. . . . . . . he whom Father sent forth from on high that he might give the message to the souls that are counted to him, O glorious one. We now therefore make festival fulfilling your blessed day, passing the night in vigil in your joy, O glorious one. Thou art a creature immortal on this day; you are an envoy, another has sent you to us, O glorious one. Wash us now therefore in the dew-drops of your joy, for we are ordained to the service of the mighty Xastur, O glorious one. Open to us the passage of the vaults of the stars and walk before us to the joy of your kingdom, O glorious one.
We want to worship the sign of your seat when you spread it out on the day of the Filling of the Measure which is hidden today, o glorious one.
Glory to you, Azag-Thoth , glorious one; victory to thy blessed Hastur, O glorious one, and the soul of the blessed Nyarlathotep
Victory to the soul of Shub-Niggurath, Kutulu, Yog-Sothoth, Yig, Dagon, Suthoth, Nodens, Ichtonh, Mithras, Nadur and the soul also of Naxyr-Naryx.
A Hymn to Cthulhu
Those who are unfamiliar with Cthulhu refer here for some detailed info: https://vkjehannum.wordpress.com/2019/10/10/kutulu-or-cthulhu/
Come to me, Kutulu, the haven of my trust.
Bestir thyself, O soul that watches in the chains that you have long endured, and remember the ascent into the air of joy; for a deadly lure is the sweetness of this flesh. May the first that calls out to you persuade your heart, O Sleeper of R’lyeh and do your fight for yourself to put senility behind you and become new again.
Cthulhu, the Great Old One, to whose hope I have hung:
I have made myself strong upon his coming:
He was not born in a womb corrupted, not even the mighty were counted worthy of him for him to dwell beneath their roof, that he should be confined in a womb of a woman of low stature. Lo, the glory of my knowledge and the glory of my wisdom that shall help me to the end, that I have purified you, Great Dreamer.
Your spawn are these sure seals that are upon you, O soul, by reason of which no filth can touch you; for you have known him, who has broken the goad of Error, you have laid your treasures in
the abyss, you have laid your treasures in Da’ath, you have laid your treasures in Death, you have laid your treasures in R’lyeh . . .
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn(x7)
(In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu lies dreaming.)
Ia! Ia! Kutulu fhtagn(x7)
(Yes! Yes! Kutulu dreams!)
Tulu R’lyeh fhtagn(x7)
(Tulu dreams in R’lyeh)
The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, they walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.
🐉The Gate of the Dragon of the West 🐲 