Threshold Church of R'lyeh Risen

10/08/2026

SRJs debut novel STONEFISH gets a review in this video (last chapter of the video in case the link doesn't go straight to the bookmark)

This set of cosmic, Lovecraftian books will make reality feel unsaf...

10/03/2026

"I wonder how to review this book, to be honest. I stumbled across it while researching ceremonial magick systems, and thusly I came across the usage of Lovecraftian deities in modern practice. This was honestly an infectious book, I kept reading just because the author's prose kept pulling me along.

This book is new. I'll just say that; it's different. The usage of Lovecraftian deities in modern ritual has definitely been done before (Asenath Mason's 'Necromomicom Gnosis' is a great example) but this author takes it to a whole other level, a whole other system of magick. I would say that it resides in the same spiritual family as chaos magick, and it is quote post-modern in theory. The author does a good deal of explaining how this is moving beyond the author H.P. Lovecraft: Mr. Lovecraft is acknowledged and thanked for his contribution in bringing the Great Old Ones into the collective consciousness, but that is where it ends. Lovecraft let them out into the world, and now they belong to something greater.

What the author leaves us with is a wild, otherworldly form of spirituality, one that is not for the squeamish. If you are looking to embrace the madness in your workings, if you feel your practice has gone stagnant and you are looking for an occult jolt of caffeine, so to speak, then this maybe what you are looking for. It is a beautifully written book, but not for everyone." -- from an Amazon review of 'When The Stars Are Right: Towards An Authentic R'lyehian Spirituality' -- LINK TO PURCHASE IN FIRST COMMENT

09/27/2026

Our approach to mental health at the Threshold Church of R'lyeh Risen can be summed up in one of our aphorisms, namely, "When all is madness, there is no madness." Therefore, should you ever embark upon a journey across the spectrum of sanity and require spiritual counselling from the Threshold, we will always encourage you to Keep It R'lyeh, embracing the multiplanar truths of the Universe and setting forth from the shore of this placid island of ignorance to seek your fortune on those black seas of infinity that surround us. Remember, the light of the Mythos is deadly, but it is still *light*. Do you have what it takes to be a cthulhusattva, to take the Vow and enter into communion with the Black Gnosis? Read SRJs 'When The Stars Are Right: Towards An Authentic R'lyehian Spirituality' to learn more!

09/26/2026

This is my weekly podcast for those who want to WATCH it via YouTub...

09/13/2026

What does it mean to worship a thing? At base, it means to align oneself with that thing. Why do we, as R’lyehians, align ourselves with Cthulhu? Why the path of the cthulhusattva? Why do we seek out and cultivate the Black Gnosis in our personal lifewave? We seek out enlightenment through fear, through exposure to that which is wholly Other from ourselves, through contact with extra-telluric reality. We align ourselves with Cthulhu, the High Priest of All That Is Not, in order to partake of that entity’s divine qualities, that of Madness, of Patience, of Sorcerous Consciousness. We do it because the Universe has been caged by Order, shackled by Reason, and the cthulhusattva seeks only to fulfill their vow and free all beings from those chains. To come into alignment with Cthulhu is to see the Universe and Reality for what it is, what we here at the Threshold call “Lovecraft’s Frightful Position”. The light may be deadly, but it is still *light*.

09/12/2026

Good morning. Scott R Jones here at Stonefish House in Victoria BC. Somehow the project of life and our experience as conscious beings has something to do with the possession of a spinal column and a two-hemispheric brain. The left and right sides generate a dual-field of consciousness which is then poured through the pineal gland as the seat of awareness in the dead center of the brain, generating our awareness. The universe is holographic in nature and we induce a fully-dimensioned reality into being through this overlap and amalgamation of two different fields of consciousness produced by the left and the right sides of the brain. The Universe (as I write about in my second novel, DRILL, available for purchase anywhere fine books are sold, link in the first comment) is Empty and Awake; and we (which is to say humanity and other conscious beings across realities) are the wakeful part of the vast sweep of Existence in this Universe.

And their may be other Universes out there, as well. We are reminded of the work of Carlos Castenada who speaks of “assemblage points” located on the energetic, egg-shaped sphere of psychospiritual life energy that is generated by consciousness. Proper sorcerous techniques were acquired and used in order to be able to shift your assemblage point from one spot on your “luminous egg” or on the eggs of others, and so generate another Universe entirely, the world of the Sorcerer.

Which is all to say that, as a practitioner of R’lyehian Spirituality, I find one of the more useful ritual techniques a R’lyehian may develop is that of deep contemplation of what gives rise to your own consciousness? What the parameters, where the boundaries? What is possible, within the vast inner realms of your awareness? How would you know, seriously, if you were a god or not? How would you *know* it. I contend that we who attain to the state of cthulhusattva can at the least apprehend or approach the idea of what that may feel like, particularly in instances of dream-communion with Cthulhu and the development of your personal Black Gnosis. We approach and attempt godhood out of faith, surely, but also out of an evolutionary need to attain the next level of existence, and indeed, other, perhaps better levels beyond that. The cthulhusattva expects the next level of humanity, or, in truth, a level of post-humanity where the values of R’lyehian Spirituality inform and influence the moralities, technologies, political ideologies, cultural archipelagos, and entertainments of the human species.

Ah, but what is a god but the furthest thing from yourself you can imagine. Perhaps we are all, already, stars, as Crowley said. Stars waiting to turn in their aeons-long march towards rightness again, marking the time of the Return of the Great Old Ones upon this World, upon this, Our Reality. Think of it, friends, and think too of what that New World will look like and more, what it will take for our species to continue in that world, to live and have success? I wonder about this all the time, I give considerable thought to it. It’s why I wrote WTSAR (also available wherever fine books are sold, link in the second comment) in order to begin the path of the Cthulhusattva Vow in my own life, and to introduce the R’lyehian lifewave to the interested public. Congregation, I encourage you to go to your local independent bookstore and order 'When The Stars Are Right: Towards An Authentic R’lyehian Spirituality', today! Or order it on Amazon if you want, I honestly don’t care, just get it in your hands and into your thinkmeats as soon as you’re able.

Have a pleasant and enlightening weekend, R’lyehians. And keep on Keeping It R’lyeh.

09/06/2026

Come on down to Spiral Beach, Victoria, and chat with me about Weird Religion!

3rd R'lyehian Spirituality meetup — Sunday, Sep 6 at 11am-2pm, Spiral Beach between Finlayson Point and Clover Point -- look for the flag!, Victoria. Ti...

09/06/2026

Sorcerous Consciousness

Sorcery has been described as “the systematic cultivation of enhanced consciousness and its effective deployment in the world of deeds and ideas”*. For this examination of the essence of what it is to experience sorcerous consciousness as a R’lyehian, we briefly return now to Lovecraft’s descriptive terms for Cthulhu: the wings and feelers and chimerical aspects of its mountainous form.

We have already discussed Cthulhu’s totemic kinship with the human life wave. I would argue that this very wave is in fact the genetic expression of sorcery. What are we, as a species, if we are not the part of Nature that continually alters its own consciousness, draws forth from the Platonic realm of perfect Forms flawed and mutated approximations? We are the dreaming ape, the magic users, the tools of our tools. Despoilers, yes, but also augmenters, inventors. Nature (and what an arbitrary designation, what a patently absurd concept that is!) could not do for herself what we are doing for her. Here we sit at the crinkly, fractal, bleeding edge of complexity on this planet and for all our guilt and useless hand-wringing over the position, we are here for a reason.

To wit: we are sorcerers, each and every one, though the vast majority are unaware and unappreciative of this status. Of those that are aware, the best of them have Cthulhu as exemplar and guide.

In Cthulhu’s pulpy, tentacled head, we are presented with a vision of the sorcerous mind. Even in an aeons-long dream of death, Cthulhu is aware, hyper-vigilant, and by no means confined to solitary cognitions: it reaches out constantly, contacting sleeping dreamers, speaking to its servants via trance, communing with other Great Old Ones across Time and Space. Influencing, always influencing. Here is a model of multi-tasking, of 360° apprehension, of processing diverse strands of information even while in a state of dormancy. Cthulhu’s tentacles grasp, taste, touch. They grasp, and they do not let go until the usefulness of the thing grasped has been fully determined.

Cthulhu’s form follows the outlines already mentioned, yet this form is by no means a fixed one. Witness the moment in Lovecraft’s story when the skipper of the Alert, in a frenzy of terror, plunges his craft into Cthulhu’s noxious bulk: Cthulhu rendered itself immaterial, took on a gaseous form, and suffered no injury. Fixed, but not fixed, Cthulhu may prefer a certain manifestation, but it is not held to that manifestation, particularly if it comes at cost to itself. Malleable, flexible, the rock and the river, there and not-there, as the situation calls. So, too, a certain flexibility of persona is a must for the active sorcerer.

Perhaps there is such a thing as a core personality, but who can say for sure? It’s this locking down of who and what we are into a construct (cobbled together from personal history as experienced by us and by those close to us; that which we’ve learned or accepted as true or false; the expectations of our respective societies and cultures and peer groupings) that limit our freedom and ability to move in the world. In the worlds available to us.

By all means, assume a core personality, a preferred manifestation, but ensure that it remains soft. Squamous. Malleable. Be ready to shift, at any moment, in any direction, including the directions that cannot be pointed to. Especially those directions. The R’lyehian is non-Euclidean in her adaptability: of persona, of action. There in one moment, as a creative, compassionate, or ambivalent member of human society, and gone the next, donning an exo-personality that allows for slipping off between dimensions, performing incomprehensible feats.

Collect names at will. Dedicate a district of the infinite R’lyeh to housing your cloaks and armours, your sorcerous masks. Multiple personality disorder not as disease(*) (or even disorder, for that matter) but as lifestyle choice, as fashion statement, as a suite of tools and skins for navigating strange angles.

And if one or many of those skins should be equipped with wings, so much the better.

Imagine yourself down there, R’lyehian. Inhabit, for the briefest of moments, the slumbering form of your Lord. It is not blasphemy to do so; there is space for you there. Endless honeycombed chambers of pure cthonic Being prepared for you, for your multitude of selves, and you are a mite. Less than a mite, you are microbial, but for an impossible moment, imagine yourself more than microbial, more than human, more than temporary. Imagine yourself eternal. Imagine yourself Cthulhu. Feel the gravity of this planet cradle your vast bulk. The weight of the silt of countless millennia bearing down on your still, patient form, a form that is entirely yours to command, composed of strange matter not bound by any laws save your own. Imagine the aeons of Time that you have rested there, at the centre of the twisted hyperspatial labyrinth that is R’lyeh, the First City, the Dreaming City, and you its Prime Dreamer. Feel the infinite weight of your patience.

Know the secret activity of every mind in the Universe. Taste their dreams as they alight upon your dormant consciousness like dread moths burning to ash. Speak with the others like you, the Great Old Ones in their chambers and prisons and tucked-away folds of Time and Space, speak with them in sentences that see species and civilizations rise and fall into dust. Speak of that moment when the stars are once again right.

And when they are right (and they will be, coming round again in the cycle of Eternity, turning so that you and the others like you will live again) rise, O Madness. Rise, Great Cthulhu, astride the peaks of your city as it breaks the surface of the sea. Rise and open your unspeakably ancient eyes to the sight of a planet consumed in a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom...

R’lyehian. You have wings. You have wings, and the sky and stars of a Universe that has not seen your kind awake in vigintillions of years stretches wide before you.

What are you going to do?

Well, exactly.

This, then, is the essence of sorcerous consciousness: to patiently gather power, pull everything that exists into the dark bowers of a mind made more-than-spacious by the Black Gnosis, and then to rise, and once risen... to fly. Every R’lyehian aspires to this state-of-Being, this mirroring (yes, on our own microbial scale, but a mirroring nonetheless) of the Ascent of our Lord. The R’lyehian seeks to know Cthulhu, to embody the Black Gnosis, and this knowing, this becoming, renders the R’lyehian a cthulhusattva.

08/30/2026

When you're not and someone notices.

08/23/2026

Pick up SRJs autoethnographic book 'When The Stars Are Right: Towards An Authentic R'lyehian Spirituality' wherever fine weird books are sold. https://www.amazon.com/When-Stars-Are-Right-Spirituality/dp/0987992880/

[ from 'When The Stars Are Right: Towards An Authentic R'lyehian Spirituality' by SRJ -- link in image, click to purchase ]

On Cthulhu, Dreams, and Dreaming

This is the premier communication medium between the R’lyehian and the Lord of R’lyeh. In dreams, we navigate strange angles, taste forbidden and monstrous emotions, participate in irrational rituals and experience altered sexualities and modes of being. This is so even in what could (with a straight face or not) be called normal dreaming. No dream is normal! We become used to dreaming, yes, and over time we take it to be a natural thing. Most become so bored with the contents of their nightly visions that they soon forget or ignore the fact that dreaming happens at all.

But it does. It does happen, and in more forms than we can know. Just as there are zones in the ocean, from the neritic through the cold seeps to the benthic, so, too, are there zones of Dream: states of awareness, of dreaming consciousness, and in order to survive there, the exo-personalities, soul-armours, and meta-tanks of psychic atmosphere that allow the dreamer to sink deep and return intact. In sleep, the mind drops like a stone into pressured, ebon depths.

The rationalists (of whatever stripe) among us will say that dreams are the mere residue of waking cognitive function. That those dreams which can be remembered are the sometimes chaotic, sometimes randomly meaningful froth of a brain untethered to bodily sensation, fizzing by itself in the dark, like some giddy captive of the Mi-Go. These rationalists (bleeding to a man from the constant self-inflicted strokes of Occam’s Razor against their ravaged flesh!) would go on to claim that in those nighted depths of dream that permit no recall, there is no life. In this, they are only half-right.

For Cthulhu is there. Dead, but dreaming.

The R’lyehian knows this, because the R’lyehian enters her dreams each night with one goal: to dive, as deeply as possible, beyond the individualistic ephemera of surface dreams, beyond even the twilight realms associated with the diffused common material of the human species. Past and through this detritus she dives, she sinks, into crushing abyssal nothingness, and she does not stop until she feels the stones of R’lyeh manifest beneath her quaking feet.

For the R’lyehian, dreaming is communion. To dream there, on the twisting steps of Cthulhu’s tomb, is to be Cthulhu, to be Madness. For the R’lyehian, to wander the warp and weft of the streets of that Eternal City is the purest, terrifying bliss. To linger by the shoggoth middens, to ponder hieroglyphs and graffiti alike, to navigate impossible angles and be swallowed by them, to be spat out changed from what he was before being swallowed, to prostrate himself before Things That Cannot Be, is enlightenment for him. Each contact with R’lyeh and its inhabitant, whether remembered consciously or not, allows the dreamer to bring a scrap of R’lyeh back with them, into the waking world. There is no way to properly cognize or speak about what this surfacing can look like: it is individual to each R’lyehian, utterly private and rarely expressible, and may manifest in the world and in their own consciousness any number of ways.

For myself, the signature mode of this surfacing in my own life is the incomprehensible channeled textual artifacts that are produced under trance. Even this, though, is only the most visible condensation of the R’lyehian aesthetic in the world of deeds and ideas. I have left hastily manufactured fetishes on public transport and in hidden places. I have spoken words (some few known to me, most not at all) at various places and certain times, not knowing why, unaware even, until the moment of speaking, that the word was there on my tongue. Signs have been unconsciously drawn in the air with one hand while the other was busy with another, more mundane task; my attention called to the action by those present. I have bled into the sea and gibbered beneath the stars. In these ways, and uncountable others, is R’lyeh raised.

To open oneself to being a conduit for R’lyehian energy, to become a line of circuitry in Cthulhu’s matrix of Dreaming Madness, is to find oneself living, with eyes open, in the trans-rational logic and shuddering pleasure of Dream itself.

It is the responsibility, the glory, and the joy of each R’lyehian to dream in this fashion. To dream, to dive, to commune with Madness: this is a grasping of the celestial clockwork and wrenching it, cog by resistant cog, into a more favourable configuration. To dream, asleep and awake, is to make the stars right, within and without.

Raise R’lyeh, one stone at a time.