Al Azif has 52 ratings and 7 reviews. Rick said: At a time when there are so many Necronomicon hoaxes, looking back I think this one is still the best. The Kitab al Azif (original Arabic title of the Necronomicon) was written in the early 8th century by Abdul Alhazred. Alhazred was a poet in the court of a minor. Original title Al Azif – azif being the word used by the Arabs to designate that dwelt in Damascus, where the Necronomicon (Al Azif) was written, & of his final.
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The Cipher Manuscript known as “Necronomicon”. Notes regarding this Etext edition. This E-text version of necronomicom book, Al Azif has been entered into Hypertext by Ken Ottinger over the course of some few months.
This project was completely funded by the Universal Life Trust. The reason for the project was the realization that so many people were fascinated by H.
Lovecraft and the Cthulhu Mythos. Reading the newsgroups alt. John Dee ‘s called Liber Logaetha portion of a larger manuscript, the origin and nature of which is not wl. Due to its history and the similarity in content to the Cthulhu Mythosthis document has been presented by these men as being, at least a portion of, the nceronomicon which was the inspiration for HPL’s Necronomicon.
Because of copyright restrictions, I have included only quotes from the original manuscript used in the CORGI edition. The bulk of this E-text edition is the text of the manuscript Liber Logaeth which has been translated to date. This is presented as a Tool or Guide leading toward additional research.
Spirits of the earth remember, spirits of the sky remember A, Testimony of Abl-Al Hazred. I have seen One Thousand and-One moons, and surely this is enough for the span of a mans life, azuf it is said the Prophets lived much longer. I am weak, and ill, and bear great tired- ness and exhaustion, and a sigh hangs in my breast like a dark lantern, I am old.
Al Azif: The Necronomicon by Abdul Alhazred, L Sprague de Camp ·
The wolves carry their necronojicon 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 the 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 becronomicon 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 or understand the necronommicon that awaits it, from every side, from every open Gatefrom every broken barrier, from every mindless acolyte at the alters of madness.
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 ao the Worlds in the days before the creation of Man, when the Elder Gods walked the Spacesthe race of MARDUKas he is known to the Necronomicoj, and of ENKI our master, the Lord of Magicians.
Know, too, that Necronmoicon 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 these are writ herein ; yet others I must take with me when I leave you.
Al Azif: Is The Necronomicon Real?
ANU have mercy on my soul! I have seen the Unknown Necronomuconthat 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 died 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 monuments of vanquished civilizations, necronomcon de-ciphered the writings of some of these; while still others remain mysteries to any man who lives.
And these civilizations were destroyed because of the knowledge contained in this book. I have traveled among the stars, and trembled before the gods. 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 raised armies against the Lands of the East, by summoning the hordes of fiends I have made subject unto me, and so doing found NGAAthe 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 Outsideby which the Ancient Ones, who ever seek the entrance to our world, keep eternal ao. I have smelled the vapors of that Ancient One, Queen of the Outside, whose name is writ in the MAGAN textthe testament of some dead civilization 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, traveling alone in the mountains to the East, called MASSHU by the people who live there, I came upon a grey rock carved with necronimicon 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 from the wolves that wander in that 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 ShabatuI was awakened by the howl of a dog, or perhaps a wolf, uncommonly loud necronomocon close at hand. The fire had died 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 grey rock began to rise slowly into the air, as if 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 Azug-bel-ya was no stranger seemed to melt into my hands! Presently, I heard a voice, softly, some distance away and a more practical fear, that the possibility of robbers, took hold of me and I rolled behind weeds, all.
Another voice joined the first, and soon several men in black robes of thieves came together over the place where I was, surrounding necronomiicon floating rock, of which they did not exhibit in the least fright. I could see clearly necrnoomicon that the three carvings on the sl monument were glowing, a flame red color, as through the rock were on fire. The figures were murmuring together in necronomicom or invocation, of which only a few words could be heard, and these in some unknown tongue; though, ANU have mercy on my soul!
The figures, whose faces I could not see or recognize, 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 some the servants of some hidden Power, became much louder and nearly hysterical. The ground where I was hiding became wet with some substance, being slightly downhill from the scene I was witnessing. I touched the wetness and found it to be blood. In horror I screamed and gave my presence away to the priests.
They turned toward me, and I saw with loathing that they had cut their chests with the daggers they had used to raise the stone, for some mystical purpose I could not then divine; although I now know that blood is the very food of these spirits, which is why that field after the battles of war glows with an unnatural light, the manifestation of the spirits feeding thereon.
May ANU protect us all! My scream had the effect of casting their ritual into chaos and disorder. I raced through the mountain path by which I had come, and the priests came running after me, although some seemed to stay behind, perhaps to finish the Rites. However, as I ran wildly down the slopes in the cold night, my heart gave rise in my chest and my head growing hot, the sound of splitting rocks and thunder came from behind me and shook the very ground I ran on.
In fright and haste I fell to the earth. Rising, I turned to face whatever attacker had come nearest me, though I was unarmed.
To my surprise, what I saw was no priest of ancient horror, no necromancer of that forbidden Art, but black robes fallen upon the grass and weeds, with no seeming presence of life or bodies beneath them. I walked cautiously to the first and, picking up a long twig, lifted the robe from the tangle of weeds and thorns.
All that remained of the priest was a pool of slime, like green oil, and the smell of a body lain long in the sun to rot. Such a stench nearly overpowered me, but I was resolute to find the others, to see if the same fortune had also befallen them. Walking back up the slope that I had so fearfully run down only moments ago, I came across yet another of the black priests, in identical condition to the first.
I kept walking, passing more of the robes as I went, not venturing to overturn them any longer. Then, I finally came upon the grey stone monument that had risen unnaturally into the air at the command of the priests. It was now upon the ground once more, but the carvings still glowed with supernatural light. The serpents, or what I had then thought of as serpents, had disappeared.
But in the dead embers of the fire, now cold and black, was a shining metal plate. I picked it up and saw that it was also carved, as the stone, but very intricately, after a fashion I could not understand. It did not bear the same markings as the stone, but I had the feeling I could almost read the characters, but could not, as though I once knew the tongue but had since long forgotten.
Mt head began to ache as though a devil was pounding my skull, when a shaft of moonlight hit the metal amulet, for I know now what it was, and a voice entered my head and told me the secrets of the scene I had witnessed in one word: In that moment, as though whispered fiercely into my ear, I understood. These were the signs carved upon the grey stone, that was the gate to the Outside: I wish to apologize for the primitive descriptions of the symbols but its about the best that can be done with this file writer.
The amulet that I held in my hand, and hold to this very day, around my neck as I write these words, is this: In the tongue of the eldest city of Babylon, it was UR. It is the Sigil of the Covenant of the Elder Godsand when they see it, they who gave it to us, they will not forget us. Spirit of the Skies, Remember! The second sign is the Elder Signand is the Key whereby the Powers of the Elder Gods may be summoned, when used with the proper words and shapes. The third sign is the Sigil of the Watcher.
The Watcher is a Race sent by the Elder Ones. It keeps vigil while one sleeps provided the appropriate rituals and sacrifice has been preformed; else, if called, it will turn upon you.
These seals, to be effective, must be graven on stone and set in the ground. Or, set upon the alter of offerings. Or, carried to the Rock of Invocations. Or, engraved upon the metal of ones God or Goddes and hung about the neck, but hidden from the view of the profane. The BANDAR however, must never be used alone, but with one or both of the others, for the Watcher must needs to be reminded of the Covenant he has sworn with the Elder Gods and our Raceelse it will turn upon thee and slay thee and ravage thy town until succor is to be had from the Elder Gods by the tears of thy people and the wailing of thy women.
In such a case, no recourse is to be had until the light of the moon shines upon the Earth, for the moon is the Eldest among the Zoneiand is the starry symbol of our pact. Wherefore, the amulet must be engraved upon pure silver in the full light of the moon, that the moon shine upon it at its working, and the essence of the moon be drawn down and captured therein. And the proper incantations must be performed, and the prescribed rituals as given forth in this Book.
In such case, it must be bathed in waters of camphor, and the incantations and ritual performed once again.