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Anointing

Venger Satanis — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 05:55:44 +0000

Wise is the Cultist who anoints the pregnant belly carrying his imminent spawn. The anointing is to be done with green slime made out of non-toxic substances (such as green food coloring and clear Karo Syrup). Simply drizzle the jade ichor upon the vessel’s baby bump, then proceed to rub it around as the Cultist feels inclined. My recommendation is to wait until at least seven months have transpired before performing the anointing ritual.

For those wondering about words… one should mark the occasion with whatever intuitively seems appropriate. Reference to the Ancient Ones collectively or a certain A:O in particular is a good place to start. The Cultist could voice his desire for health, happiness, and a certain propensity for darker virtues. Mention of the expected baby’s name is another anointing staple. If the mother-to-be has something she’d like to add, then by all means she should be allowed to speak.

This ritual is very much like a baptism, except anointing comes before the birth. It paves the way, consecrating and making sacred the vessel which nurtures the unborn. Any kind of greenish liquid can be used to symbolize green slime, the thicker the better though. Green is the traditional coloring of Dread Cthulhu, it is the hue favored by our religion. Green represents life, alienage, and cosmic horror. Slime is considered to be disgusting, unclean, and often thought of as a foul secretion. As different from water as day is from night.

As some might remember, I performed my first anointing ritual a couple years ago. Tonight, however, I performed my second yet far more important blessing. This was a key moment because I annointed the vessel and forthcoming child which sprang from my very own seed. Preparation for Briella Emerald Satanis has been made. I feel satisfied with my magic… extending my slimy green hand out to the similarly coated tentacles erupting from the great outer blackness.

My Scarlet Princess and I are extremely proud of what we’re about to bring into this world. I hope you enjoy the miraculous pleasure of anointing your own spawn in the Cthulhu Cult tradition. To the creation of a new and better race…

Qureth h’swib!

Venger As’Nas Satanis
Ipsissimus
Cult of Cthulhu

Void Ooze and Tentacled Worms: The Lost Ritual

Venger Satanis — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 15:31:01 +0000

It was a time for high hopes and a time in which I saw all hope dashed upon the watery rocks below. Cthulhu One, the first convention held on May Eve 2005 in which S.T. Joshi and Robert M. Price were the guests of honor, had been an enormous success. Cthulhu Two held on May Eve 2009, however, was another matter. It was so sparsely attended that I might as well not even organized the event to begin with. Yet, organize it I had. I did what I could to make the best of it. The May Eve ritual would have to be powerful and evocative enough to over-compensate for the otherwise dismal failure of our second convention. I wrote it the day of, in a trance-like state surrounded by green lights, blasphemous idols, and copies of Liber A:O… cold off the presses.

Those who participated were spiritually raw upon the dark rite’s completion, their hearts and minds taken to a place unfathomable. I, in particular, felt ripples in the magical water – ripples that would continue to resonate throughout our universal ocean. Something had broken free that night!

Amidst the confusion of life and my own personal struggles, the ritual performed was subsequently lost. Where the manuscript had disappeared to, I had no clue. It was somewhere, I was sure, but after months of searching I had given up hope of ever finding it. Then, just as mysteriously as it disappeared, the original, hand-written pages materialized a couple of nights ago. With only a few small corrections, I submit this ritual in all its purity for your viewing pleasure. Behold, here is The Lost Ritual, Void Ooze and Tentacled Worms!

We have come to open the gate…

Nothing human, nothing gained.

Deep archives of emerald vibrational sendings.

Architectural crystallizations of radiant fear.

A thousand and one beasts crawl upon the mud-caked altar where abhorrent dreams live in deathless triumph.

The horrors from outside have arrived. Loosed, viral, chaotic – unimaginable terror oozing out like jaundiced wounds over the monolith’s eyes.

Yog-Sothoth, wandering purple mage, albino madman, teacher of night wisdom and master of absent stars. You who are the first shell, the revealed face beneath our mask – reveal your greatness to those who worship you, Yog-Sothoth!

Nyarlathotep, the ebony man of syrupy tentacles and foul secrets – so alien is your hypnotic visage, glorious and repulsive, there are none so blasphemous as you, our messenger. Savagery emanates from your blood-soaked celebrants. Nyarlathotep, Black Pharaoh… give your worshipers strength!

Dread Cthulhu, dreamer of change, emerald divinity, apocalyptic voyager into the beyond and the vastness of inner space, unholy lord who has no equal. You are the God who speaks to his servants of delicious cruelty and lustful conquest. Your kingdom now and forever. As our Cult has taken your name, so we ask that you grant us your favor… Hail Cthulhu!

Together, we plumb such aborted depths that suggest the last nightmare – a final exhumation of nocturnal depravity from which there is no escape. Where only the darkness itself can be seen, reflected upon the mirrored souls of those who tirelessly seek absolute truth in limitless gulphs that only demonstrate the void’s true nature.

A far more gruesome reality seeps down into us, below every surface of skin and pore. Within the flesh, swim untamed rivers that are so black they shine sickly green for those who have the eyes to witness such eldritch sights.

Streams of ichor, sliming the cyclopean stones belonging to another age… a time of dreams and flopping, loping beings barely hanging onto a semblance of humanity. Our children? Our ancestors? Let our women give birth to shoggoths!

A magician’s mastery is force under control and appetite slowly unleashed. The world is not ready, nor should it ever be. To destroy natural creation is our purpose. The things which hang from the sky, eyes of an alien hue… watching, forever watching. At once our desire shall be delivered unto us as a flowing ocean of void ooze.

Yog-Sothoth, we summon your form – spheres which encompass all possible realities.

Nyarlathotep, you slither down the mountain as a gigantic, crimson, tentacled worm. Effortlessly showing the way to salvation.

Cthulhu, such infinite soft bilious green illumination, tumescent tentacles crushing and ripping through time and space until all enemies are vanquished.

To sleep, perchance to worship…

This is the ninth phase. A cycle broken through, succumbing to all that is degenerate, rotting, foetid, and unwholesome. We who have emerged from the natural order to refute the demiurge and his plans of slavery and nourishment. The unbound terror which goes beyond. Loathsome, demonic servitors – a sculpture of reptilian bloodlines from which we might be fashioned. Carved from fresh green onyx, glowing faintly in the gibbous moonlight. A howling, yammering entity ambles out of the water and onto the precipice; it kneels with nervous anticipation before the unquiet void. As Lovecraft died, his work was born. As our dead masks are sacrificed, so our work continues.

K’zin than r’zith oola yev. Talek oola loth n’thsoon.

An unutterable breach shall be felt. Subjectively and objectively, by worm and God alike. A thick, harlequin slime oozes beneath reality. With the collective force of our will, such a yellowish green coagulation of elder blood drowns the world, sustaining those with the hideous lore of ghastly, viridescent aeons.

Our will be done!

The Cult’s allegiance to indescribable Gods manifests in the sinister devotion of its priests. Those who strive for the great answers and the ripe fruit may receive the enlightenment that is as nameless as it is potent. For not many can discern their will. Praise the Ancient Ones!

So it shall be!

The diseased head, rambling, reaching, vomiting, tentacled nightmare worms with such voracious appetite leading to the world’s demise. A providential darkness rolls in under a current of chartreuse madness. Your servants lost in the fog, found by deep ones on the shore of a spectral beach.

Hesitant, weak reality hides away, drifting into non existence. Nothing left but broken atoms that watch the decline of yet another crumbling civilization. The Serpent People march beneath Saturn’s obsidian pyramids, asymmetrical. This is our home – where men’s minds come to frolic in the bloodletting. Triumph and jubilation! Now is the way of black rivers, emerald veined and conscious.

Come unto us, slithering obscenity! Spread thy legs for your disciples…

Ia Ia Cthulhu Cult!

The change is for us to decide.

The change is for us to decide…

Walpurgisnacht Ritual

Venger Satanis — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 01:50:20 +0000

As the celebrants whispered the well-known phrase, “Ia Ia Cthulhu Fataghn” throughout the ceremony, I spoke the words from the Cthulhu Cult’s Grimoir, Flesh Stealing Shadows: Prophecies of Terror.

Horned Depravities… consecrate this mad distortion. The natural laws avert their eyes as we partake of the loathsome membrane that is reality. Ready to be peeled back to reveal new and greater horrors.

Necromantic slithering Pagan-folk, hear me as I say that this ritual chamber, this Lovecraftian grotto is beyond constraints of space and time. We Cthulhu Cultists make our own way in life – disturbing the vast, bleak oceans of the ultimate.

Dread Cthulhu, hear my call…!
The Satanic Doctrine of the Old Ones, hear my call…!
All-pervasive Evil of Hellish and Nonsensical Gulphs peering outward in fungoid illumination, hear my call…!

Humanity may be as sand, but some remain the black sand that answers to no one. Our Drowned Lord, we ask for nothing less than the Destruction of Reality! The structure and substance of our world is dying by our hand, gloved in Deathless Nightmare.

You have sent these visions to your servants – half remembered cities weird in angle and mesmerizing in ambition. The dark croaking of your demon dreams gives us pause before the Crimson Throne of Satanis, as well as, His Octopoidal Eminence.

Tis a delicious time, my Master.
Let all tremble before a new Age of Cthulhu!
Let the pulsating stars drip their foul ichor before a new Age of Cthulhu!
Let the unclean, incongruous minds of his worshipers kneel in supplication before a new Age of Cthulhu!

Now the hallucination masque has fallen. The truth of our non-existence is apparent.

Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn

In His R’lyeh tomb, Cthulhu lurks below the waves of consciousness, preparing to awake, corrupting us with his barbarous, throbbing vibrations. We are the pioneers of the strange. To sleep, perchance to worship…

I am the slimy guardian thristing for blood, madness, and power. I am His name writhing as midnight tentacles. I, Venger Satanis, AM the High Priest of the CULT OF CTHULHU…!

Our malevolent God is the alien form of humanity’s unspeakable soul. A great chasm in space, the gateway to infernal dimensions, is now open. We are the key, the sleepers who must become the Accuser!

A Dark Current infects our universe. By all the degenerate, shambling Fiends of the Pit, it is our Will to alter the way of things. Bringing a new aeon of shadowy emerald drippings. Mindful of entities older than time… our Brothers.

Hail Cthulhu, Unknown Usurper whose bilious taint bathes us in annihilation.

So it is done!

Meta Sigil

Venger Satanis — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 20:44:11 +0000

Satanism and the Cthulhu Mythos join to form a Greater Darkness, but only slimy, tentacled Mythos seems to be charging ahead, erupting with determined force into uncharted territory… places where even pentagrams and pitchforks fear to tread. I challenge the Satanic faiths and philosophies to rear their demonic visage in our direction, to watch what we have accomplished and to support those aims which are so very similar, not to mention necessary!

For decades, these two branches of the Left Hand Path have delved farther down into man’s disturbing unconscious than any other religions. Both paradigms frequently find common ground, yet a wealth of untapped potential still lies unrecognized. You see, both Satanism and the Mythos try to uncover something dark and secret. This esoteric unwholesomeness could be about the world, mankind, or the unknown forces that exist outside reality.

And then there are some who don’t view Satanism or the Cthulhu Mythos as particularly religious; but what is religion? Prioritizing. Arranging things in order of importance. How better to prioritize than assigning a super-natural significance to certain concepts? Such areas as obtaining what we desire, living by an honorable and noble code, becoming more than who we currently are…that’s all religion is for. It is merely a strongly held belief-system to keep us mindful of what has the highest value. Deities and other pious trappings are almost incidental…almost. There’s still something fruitful in realizing that we are not the biggest fish in the universe.

Getting back to Satanism and the Cthulhu Mythos, these extreme religions are each onto something fundamentally truthful. One could say they court the same woman: the possibility of attaining more…exploration with an eye towards conquering! Creating lasting change for our benefit. Who among us does not crave transformation, power, control, fulfillment, accomplishment, and recognition? So why not embrace these similarities? Why not join forces? Because it’s fashionable to put down “the other”, that’s why.

Together, the Lovecraftians and the Devil worshipers can unmask whatever it is that extends beyond our human reach. We were all born under a nameless sign… one that requires us to seek out gruesome mysteries and unspeakable lore. Yes, it is our calling… to penetrate the blackest reaches that lead toward salvation! But don’t forget Chaos Magic, Luciferianism, Setianism, Wotanism, Voudoun, Hermeticism, Enochian, Kabbalah, Theosophy, and so forth… All of these paths have something to contribute.

Let the Ancient Ones ( A:O ) who are the beginning and the end, our origin and final destiny, recognize this mark of Greater Darkness.

Hail the A:O!

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The Eldritch Infernal symbol is actually a Meta Sigil. A Meta Sigil, by definition, is after or beyond an ordinary magical symbol. This one in particular was created to absorb sigils, sorcery, and even souls in order to store power for later use and higher ends. The Meta Sigil uses this energy as fuel to reach the ultimate achievement: Godhood.

Another name for it might be a Master sigil. Just like a master key, this one unlocks any and all doors. It is the ideal… perfection. All other sigils are subservient to this one, and Eldritch Infernal will do whatever it takes to accomplish its goal; ruthless efficiency meets determined fanaticism.

Domains / Spheres of Influence: Reaching the end, necessary destruction, synthesis, absorption, domination, eternal power, Godhood, and combining all Left Hand Paths with the Cthulhu Mythos.

Background: For years I have used Satanism and the Mythos as interchangeable models… even the very same paradigm at times. I am one of the few, however. There always seems to be resistance from one side or the other… “Cthulhu is not at all Satanic”, one guy says, or “Satanism has nothing to do with the Mythos”, spouts another. Poppycock, I say to both camps! The same exact elements can be found in each.

Crazed wizards worshiping ancient things that existed millennia ago; hideous secrets scrawled in forbidden tomes of flesh; contacting evil servitors who will do the sorcerer’s bidding…All of these are Satanic and Lovecraftian. HPL tapped into something, an area that Satanism later explored. Here it is the 21st century and most people still cling to the idea that there’s a heretical disparity between the two. Well, no more! The Devils of our culture are the same as the Old Ones from weird fiction. Eldritch Infernal is a celebration of these similarities.

However, since the first design of the Meta Sigil, I realized that Satanism was quickly becoming either a dead end or an albatross around the Cult’s neck. Satanists who are interested in evolution are few and far between. Satan is widely recognized, but still not accepted. Although, I see the trappings of Satanism ridiculed virtually everywhere (as are Lovecraft’s creations). So, let the Cthulhu Cult break away from any and all paradigms which weaken our hold upon reality, the new reality which we are creating every single night.

Origin: For almost a year, I have felt a subtle yet nagging compulsion to create… something. This feeling was different than my normal artistic desires; as if I were unconsciously receiving a signal or message from an outside source. Not only that… the phrase “Eldritch Infernal” kept turning over in my mind like the phrase Abracadabra. There was a disturbing future familiarity to the name. I knew that something was supposed to be named that, something I was to create.

At first, that’s what I was going to call a movie production company, next a roleplaying game, then it was a pair of webzines, and finally a book. Eldritch Infernal might incorporate all these creative endeavors eventually; however, a Meta Sigil seems most appropriate at this time. Almost as if the fiendish glyph itself had summoned me from out of nowhere and then commanded that I give it form and life! Incidentally, it is the artist and web designer, Ariock who re-interpreted Kort’thalis in his own peculiar and spectacular way. The Left Hand Path owes him a debt of gratitude.

True Name: Kort’thalis is the true name of the Meta Sigil. In certain ways, Kort’thalis could be loosely defined as a Great Old One in symbolic form; building upon the connections between folklore and super-science (such as quantum physics, string theory, the holographic universe, etc.) to forge a new dark age where men shall become reveling, nihilistic Devil Gods!

Objective: This may be the Cult of Cthulhu’s most powerful magic. Think of an eso-terrorist cell obtaining a nuclear warhead…unlimited leverage. To will the end, you must first will the means. The Eldritch Infernal Meta Sigil is our nuke. Gargantuan changes are needed for man to evolve into God. This task cannot be accomplished alone or unaided. This Master Sigil is the serious magician’s most dedicated, wise, and disciplined companion.

We encourage every human being to not only shatter their illusionary selves, but to then pick up the pieces and glue them back together. The new self will appear distorted and warped, but that is as it should be. Opening one’s self up to potential annihilation is only for the intrepid and the ambitious… those who would risk a fate worse than death in order to achieve ineffable transcendence. That is why it’s only fair that we warn you of the dangers. The Master Sigil will not be content unless it fulfills its purpose: transforming the magician into a God. Therefore, this sigil cannot be reasoned with. There is no compromise. It has zero tolerance for anything that hinders progress. Chances are that the magician can live up to the Meta Sigil’s exacting standards, receiving gentle and frequent pushes in the right direction. However, if the mage is found to be seriously wanting or insincere in his aim, then Kort’thalis may utterly subjugate him. The Meta Sigil can and will drain the magician’s essence in order to carry out its plan.

Ordinary sigils will have no choice but to willingly surrender their power to this rune of red and green, so take care when introducing a sigil into an area occupied by the Meta Sigil. In fact, all energy is vulnerable, except that which is directly used for evolutionary purposes. This is an all-or-nothing, Drill Sargent kind of entity.

Additionally, if you feel comfortable with your current life, at peace with this world, or merely wish to remain a puppet of the lesser gods, then refrain from even glancing at this Great Old One. It may be absorbing your essence as you read this…

Venger As’Nas Satanis

Cult of Cthulhu High Priest

Attuning the God Sigil

Iza hazjid Nobhori tuso
Esjed Yeeska formah’elhj irrik’sa
Nenk ibgrat zort hehyl… Kort’thalis!

Kort’thalis, God of sigils and sigil of God…

I allow you to invoke me, unlock the barriers within and unleash your endless power.

You are the illuminating key; nightmare within a nightmare; Ancient Ones, reveal the meaning of this symbol so that I might reach your malevolent glory!

Ia Ia Kort’thalis…

Tsathogguoa, nesting in His cavern…the furry toad God orchestrating the world below. The black toad which came from earth’s primordial soup aeons ago, names his seven disciples. With tentacles thrashing and eyes glazed in darkness, Tsathogguoa croaks the incantation. The disciples are initiated and each bleeds their lifeblood into a vast, unforgettable symbol.

Tsathogguoa, the Sleeper of N’kai, flaps His leathery bat-like wings in pleasure as the Door of Saturn creaks open. The Master Sigil is being charged and nothing will ever be the same again. Lost in the caves, it was. Now at long last Kort’thalis has been Awakened.

Ubbo-Sathla, The Unbegotten Source, you who quiver and ooze in dimensional facets contradictory to our own… you are the resonance deep within the earth. Your amoebic magnificence is known to all who call you. Ubbo-Sathla, we are all your spawn and this sigil is Your greatest sorcery. Surrounding you, the star-quarried tablets glow dim and hushed, their forbidden lore reflected in Kort’thalis. Behind the veil of illusion, Your Cultists are the mold into which your foulness pours.

Atlach-Nacha, The Great Spidery Entity from the Oldest Gulf, Your human eyes see as we do, but Your ever-expanding consciousness reaches beyond time and space. Your coarse, violet fur shines in the blackest pits. Atlach-Nacha crawls through the tunnels which lead to the Saturnine gates. Your screaming sacrifices are devoured in haste so as not to slow the progress of the web. These strands connect the worlds of man and Hell. When Your web is complete, the earth will crack open like an egg and the Old Ones shall drink of its fetid waters. And the chosen shall survive, as they bear the seal of completed evolution…Kort’thalis.

Nyarlathotep, nigrescent king of the witches, You deliver our cries to the Ancient Ones. The angles have been attuned, our sigil is the ancient sign for Demon God. The secret ways between the spheres, reality tunnels leading to Your black majesty. Thy blood-stained tongue recedes into the night sky. Nyarlathotep travels with Dread Cthulhu from star to star, plane to plane. Energize our pattern so that You will know us always!

The four crown princes of Hell, I summon thee…

Leviathan, dragon from the depths.

Lucifer, light-bringer from the air.

Belial, beast without a master roaming the plains.

Mephistopheles, the warrior skulking among the flames.

And Satan, you are the whole that includes the spiritual element.

Bestow your demonic potency upon this sigil.

Iza hazjid Nobhori tuso
Esjed Yeeska formah’elhj irrik’sa
Nenk ibgrat zort hehyl… Kort’thalis!

So it shall be done!

Baptism of Jade Ichor

Venger Satanis — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 20:41:52 +0000

This is a self-initiation ritual performed in order to resonate one’s vibrational frequency (or soul signature) at a higher level. The Cultist can re-shape his waveform by dipping his hand in green slime and then placing it upon his forehead. Alternatively, another magician participating in the baptism could place his slimy green hand upon the Cultist’s head.

While the Jade Ichor oozes over the celebrant’s head, meditate for several minutes. Finally, speak these words…

I am reborn in the Jade Ichor that drips from His foul tentacles. No longer a slave in this prison; I am Awake. My flesh baptized with slime and my essence purified by the eldritch green flame. By the hideous glory of Cthulhu, our will is revealed!

Ritual of the Old Ones

Venger Satanis — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 20:38:25 +0000

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 Absolute… Horned and Tentacled, Slimy and Infernal – hear me!

I AM your servant. I AM your master. I AM that I AM…

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 near…

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 Absolute… Horned and Tentacled, Slimy and Infernal – hear me!

I AM your servant. I AM your master. I AM that I AM…

So mote it be!