BANISHINGS
Read this section carefully.
In the interim period between the translation and the publication of
this work, the editor, along with a circle of initiates in another dicipline,
undertook to experiment with the rituals and forces outlined in the NECRONOMI-
CON. In using the material alone, or within a Western ceremonial structure
(such as the Golden Dawn system) we came upon startling discoveries in both
cases: THERE ARE NO EFFECTIVE BANISHINGS FOR THE FORCES INVOKED IN THE NECRON-
OMICON ITSELF! {Except, that is, for Christians} The rituals, incantations,
formulae, of this work are of ancient origin, comprising some of the oldest
written magickal workings in Western occult history. The deities and demons
identified within probably have not been effectivly summoned in nearly six
thousand years. Ordinary exercisms and banishings have thus far proved
extreamly inadequate: this, by experienced magicians. Hence, the following
recommendations.
The religion of the ancient Sumerian peoples seem to have been
lunar-oriented, a religion-or religio-magickal structure-of the night, of
darkness in a sense. Invocations using solar formulae have proved thus far
effective in successfully banishing NECRONOMICON demons and intelligence.For
instance, the KADDISH prayer of the Jewish faith contains some solar elements
that have proved resilient to inimical genii, and the vibration of the Lord's
Prayer for Christians is also a workable method.
We suggest that individual operators utilize an equivelant solar
(i.e., positive light) invocation from thier own religion or the religion of
thier ancestors, should they no longer have a religion or should they have
changed it in thier lifetime.
For best practical purposes in the beginning-for those intent on
actually the rituals contained herein-it is advisable to take espicial care
in the construction of the magickal defences. A preliminary period of
purification is well in order before attempting anything in this grimiore
Persons of unstable emotional condition should not be allowed, under any
circumstances, to observe one of these rituals in progress. That would be
criminal, and perhaps even suicidal. One of our colleagues was fearfully
attacked by his dog directly following a fairly simple and uncomplicated
formula from this book. This is definatly not a Gilbert chemestry set.
The method of the NECRONOMICON concerns deep, primeval forces that
seem to pre-exist the normal archetypal images of the Tarot trumps and the
Golden Dawn telematic figures. These are forces that developed outside the
Judeo-Christian mainstream, and were worshipped and summoned long before
the creation of the Qubala as we know it today. Hence, the ineffectiveness
of the Golden Dawn banishing procedures aginst them. They are not necessarily
demonic or qliphotic in the sense that these terms are commonly understood
in the West, they just simply represent power scources largely untapped and
thus far ignored by twentieth-century, mainstream consciouness.
The results of any experimentation with this work, as well as prac-
tical suggestions concerning its rituals, are welcomed by the publishers.
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WARNING: The NECRONOMICON'S magick is nothing to fool with and
may expose you to pscycological forces with which you cannot cope. Remember
if you fool with the incantations, you were warned!
THE TESTIMONY OF THE
MAD ARAB
TTTTTHIS is the testimony of all that I have seen, and all that I have
T learned, in those years that I have possesed the Three Seals of
T MASSHU. I have seen One Thousand and-One moons, and surely this
is enough for the span of a mans life, though it is said the
Prophets lived much longer. I am weak, and ill, and bear great tired-
ness and exaustion, and a sigh hangs in my breast like a dark lantern, I am
old.
The wolves carry thier name in thier 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 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 thier 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 evil that
awaits it, from every side, from every open 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 recieved it, on the
planes of 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 crea-
tion 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 Azonei, and have descended into 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 Babylonian 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 these are writ herein ; yet others I must take with me when I
leave you. ANU have mercy on my soul! {Actually Jesus Christ is the one he
should ask for forgiveness from, for Christ is the all powerful God and the
only god full of love}
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 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, and 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
knoeledge contained in this book.
I have traveled among the stars, and trembled before the gods. I
have at last found the formula by which I passed the gate of ARZIR, and passed
into the forbidden realms ofthe foul IGIGI.
I have raised demons, and the dead.
I have summoned the ghosts of my ancestors to real and visible ap-
pearence 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 armiesagainst 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 roares 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 the entrance to our world, keep eternal watch. I
have smelled the vapors of that Ancient One, Queen of the Outside, whose name
is writ in the MAGAN text, the testiment 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 pecul-
iar, while still the unlettered son of a shepherd in what is called Mesopot-
amia 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 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 from the wolves that wander in that reigons and went to
sleep, for it was night and I was far from my village, being Bet Durrabia.
Bieng about three hours from dawn, in the nineteenth of Shabatu, I was
awakened by the howl of a dog, or perhaps a wolf, uncommonly loud and 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 siezed 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, trembling. Another voice joined the first, and soon several men
in black robes of thieves came together over the place where I was, surroundin
the floating rock, of which they did not exhibit in the least fright.
I could see clearly now that the three carvings on the stone monu-
ment were glowing, a flame red color, as through 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 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 servents ofsome hidden Power,
became much louder and nearly hysterical.
IA! IA! ZI AZAG!
IA!IA! ZI AZKAK!
IA! IA! KUTULU ZI KUR!
IA!
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 mys-
tical purpose I could not then divine; although I now know that blood is the
very food of these spirits, which is why tha field after the battles of war
glows with an unnatural light, the manifestation of the spirits feeding there-
on.
May ANU protect us all!
My scream had the effect of casting thier ritual into chaos and dis-
order. 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 attackerhad 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 presance 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 ser-
pents, 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 intricatly, after a fasion I could not under-
stand. It did not bear the same markings as the stone, but I had the feeling
I coukd 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:
KUTULU.
In that moment, as though whispered fiercly into my ear, I under-
stood.
These were the signs carved upon the grey stone, that was the gate
to the Outside:
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(I wish to apologize for the primitive descriptions of the sym-
bols 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: (after seeing the so-called picture
of the symbols you can probably understand why I did not attempt to show you
the amulet)
Of the three symbols carved, the first is the Sign of our Race from
beyond the Stars, and is called ARRA in the tongue of the Scribe who taught it
to me, an emissary of the Elder Ones. In the tongue of the eldest city of
Babylon, it was UR. It is the Sigil of the Covenant of the Elder Gods, and
when they see it, they who gave it to us, they will not forget us. They have
sworn!
Spirit of the Skies, Remember!
The second sign is the Elder Sign, and is the Key whereby the Powers
of the Elder Gods may be summoned, when used with the proper words and shapes.
It has a Name, and is called AGGA.
The third sign is the Sigil of the Watcher. It is called BANDAR.
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 stoneand 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. Of these three, the ARRA
and the AGGA may be used seperatly, that is to say singly, and alone. 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 Race, else it will turn upon thee and slay thee and
ravage thy town untill succour is to be had from the Elder Gods by the tears
of thy people and the wailing of thy women.
KAKAMMU!
