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True Necronomicon

Tsirk Susej

THE TESTIMONY OF THE MAD ARAB

THIS is the testimony of all that I have seen, and all that I have learned, in those years

that I have possessed the Three Seals of MASSHU. I have seen One Thousand-and-One

moons, and surely this is enough for the span of a man's life, though it is said the

Prophets lived much longer. I am weak, and ill, and bear a great tiredness and exhaustion,

and a sigh hangs in my breast like a dark lantern. I am old.

The wolves carry my name in their midnight speeches, and that quiet, subtle Voice is

summoning me from afar. And a Voice much closer will shout into my ear with unholy

impatience. The weight of my soul will decide its final resting place. Before that time, I

must put down here all that I can concerning the horrors that stalk Without, and which lie

in wait at the door of every man, for this is the ancient arcana that has been handed down

of old, but which has been forgotten by all but a few men, the worshippers of the Ancient

Ones (may their names be blotted out!).

And if I do not finish this task, take what is here and discover the rest, for time is short

and mankind does not know nor understand the evil that awaits it, from every side, from

every Gate, from every broken barrier, from every mindless acolyte at the alters of

madness.

For this is the Book of the Dead, the Book of the Black Earth, that I have writ down at the

peril of my life, exactly as I received it, on the planes of the IGIGI, the cruel celestial

spirits from beyond the Wanderers of the Wastes.

Let all who read this book be warned thereby that the habitation of men are seen and

surveyed by that Ancient Race of gods and demons from a time before time, and that they

seek revenge for that forgotten battle that took place somewhere in the Cosmos and rent

the Worlds in the days before the creation of Man, when the Elder Gods walked the

Spaces, the race of MARDUK, as he is known to the Chaldeans, and of ENKI our

MASTER, the Lord of Magicians.

Know, then, that I have trod all the Zones of the Gods, and also the places of the Azonei,

and have descended unto the foul places of Death and Eternal Thirst, which may be

reached through the Gate of GANZIR, which was built in UR, in the days before Babylon

was.

Know, too, that I have spoken with all manner of spirit and daemon, whose names are no

longer known in the societies of Man, or were never known. And the seals of some of these

are writ herein; yet others I must take with me when I leave you. ANU have mercy on my

soul!

I have seen the Unknown Lands, that no map has ever charted. I have lived in the deserts

and the wastelands, and spoken with demons and the souls of slaughtered men, and of

women who have dies in childbirth, victims of the she-fiend LAMMASHTA.

I have traveled beneath the Seas, in search of the Palace of Our Master, and found the

stone of monuments of vanquished civilisations, and deciphered the writings of some of

these; while still others remain mysteries to any man who lives. And these civilisations

were destroyed because of the knowledge contained in this book.

I have traveled among the stars, and trembled before the Gods. I have, at last, found the

formulae by which I passed the Gate ARZIR, and passed into the forbidden realms of the

foul IGIGI.

I have raised demons, and the dead.

I have summoned the ghosts of my ancestors to real and visible appearance on the tops of

temples built to reach the stars, and built to touch the nethermost cavities of HADES. I

have wrestled with the Black Magician, AZAG-THOTH, in vain, and fled to the Earth by

calling upon INANNA and her brother MARDUK, Lord of the double-headed AXE.

I have raised armies against the Lands of the East, by summoning the hordes of fiends I

have made subject unto me, and so doing found NGAA, the God of the heathens, who

breathes flame and roars like a thousand thunders.

I have found fear.

I have found the Gate that leads to the Outside, by which the Ancient Ones, who ever

seek entrance to our world, keep eternal watch. I have smelled the vapours of that

Ancient One, Queen of the Outside, whose name is writ in the terrible MAGAN text, the

testament of some dead civilisation whose priests, seeking power, swing open the dread,

evil Gate for an hour past the time, and were consumed.

I came to possess this knowledge through circumstances quite peculiar, while still the

unlettered son of a shepherd in what is called Mesopotamia by the Greeks.

When I was only a youth, travelling alone in the mountains to the East, called MASSHU

by the people who live there, I came upon a grey rock carved with three strange symbols.

It stood as high as a man, and as wide around as a bull. It was firmly in the ground, and I

could not move it. Thinking no more of the carvings, save that they might be the work of

a king to mark some ancient victory over an enemy, I built a fire at its foot to protect me

from the wolves that wander in those regions and went to sleep, for it was night and I was

far from my village, being Bet Durrabia. Being about three hours from dawn, in the

nineteenth of Shabatu, I was awakened by the howl of a dog, perhaps of a wolf,

uncommonly loud and close at hand. The fire had dies to its embers, and these red,

glowing coals cast a faint, dancing shadow across the stone monument with the three

carvings. I began to make haste to build another fire when, at once, the gray rock began

to rise slowly into the air, as though it were a dove. I could not move or speak for the fear

that seized upon my spine and wrapped cold fingers around my skull. The Dik of Azugbel-

ya was no stranger to me than this sight, though the former seemed to melt into my

hands!

Presently, I heard a voice, softly, some distance away and a more practical fear, that of

the possibility of robbers, took hold of me and I rolled behind some weeds, trembling.

Another voice joined the first, and soon several men in the black robes of thieves came

together over the place where I was, surrounding the floating rock, of which they did not

exhibit the least fright.

I could see clearly now that the three carvings on the stone monument were glowing a

flame red colour, as though the rock were on fire. The figures were murmuring together

in prayer or invocation, of which only a few words could be heard, and these in some

unknown tongue; though, ANU have mercy on my soul!, these rituals are not unknown to

me any longer.

The figures, whose faces I could not see or recognise, began to make wild passes in the

air with knives that glinted cold and sharp in the mountain night.

From beneath the floating rock, out of the very ground where it had sat, came rising the

tail of a serpent. This serpent was surely larger than any I had ever seen. The thinnest

section thereof was fully that of the arms of two men, and as it rose from the earth it was

followed by another, although the end of the first was not seen as it seemed to reach

down into the very Pit itself. These were followed by still more, and the ground began to

tremble under the pressure of so many of these enormous arms. The chanting of the

priests, for I knew them now to be the servants of some hidden Power, became much

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