Cthulhu Calls - Messages From The Elder Gods #02
Nyarlathotep, Cthulhu, Shub-Niggurath, Hastor, Yog-Sothoth & Azathoth.
On March 2nd 2017, about 2 weeks after the intense and unexpected Visitation by Nyarlathotep, The Call occurred…
The Nyarlathothep ordeal felt as though I had somehow survived some kind of test. So I joined the Arcanorium working group, my copy of the ‘Epoch: Esotericon & Portals of Chaos’ had arrived, and I was part way through the preparatory work of creating the necessary magickal tools… the Card of Sanity, the Wand of the Elder Gods, and the Pentachoron.
The following occurred completely without planning… unbidden…
2. THE CALL
I awake within the dream, filled with the knowledge that I dream awake while my body sleeps. I stand in pitch black emptiness, as the feeling of something approaching from the dark grows. Here it comes - towards me. What is it? A form of awe mixed with anxiety spreads through my legs, rooting me to the spot.
One gentle tentacle floats gently and slowly out of the darkness before me.
Then a second, and a third…
Above them emerge several large piercing, alien-like eyes in a cluster, I start to see the overall silhouette of this gigantic form.
More tentacles come forward. I start to count them, 5… 6… 7… my mind interrupts to wonder if there might be 8 in total, fitting for chaos magick. Maybe 8 eyes too… and then while my mind was idly distracted, it rushed me.
With sudden acceleration and incredible speed, one tentacle shot forward violently and its tip penetrated my forehead, deep into my forebrain, or third eye.
Everything froze and my sense of continuity of self shattered and melted simultaneously. I felt only that I was being lifted from the ground by the tentacle embedded into my forehead, my body limp and helpless.
My sense of self seemed to become what I can only describe as ‘fragile’… as if I might soon no longer exist. And at the same time I felt as though a kind of cleansing of the frontal lobe of my brain was happening. It was as if there was a deep and exquisite peace beneath my fear of dismantlement. Fragile, dismantled, suspended, helpless and deeply at peace, for a moment…
And then I heard a grunt from my lover who lay sleeping beside my physical body. My physical body awoke and took in a huge involuntary gasp, as if bursting up from underwater having been under for too long. My heart was racing, thumping fast and hard. It took a couple of minutes to calm my breath and heart-rate, whilst i replayed what had just occurred, to help preserve the details to memory.
Cthulhu may not have had words for me, but the call sure as hell shook me up. I felt changed, as if my forebrain/third eye had been ‘cleaned’, somehow clearer, more vivid, more open, perhaps more prepared for the communication that lay ahead, when I was to meet Shub-Niggurath, Hastur, Yog-Sothoth and Azathoth.
With my magickal tools completed, and ritual preparations in place, and the ‘maybe blessings’ of The Visitation of Nyarlathotep and The Call of Cthulhu, I felt intrepid enough to engage in a more deliberate, conscious invocation, using ritual, breathwork and shamanic journeying techniques. And I even prepared some questions for them… but that will have to wait for another post…