Order Ov Thee Old Ones & Cult Ov Crawling Chaos

03/01/2026

The Yog-Sothoth Summoning:
Per Adonai Elohim, Adonai Jehova
Adonai Sabaoth, Metraton Ou Agla Methon,
Verbum Pythonicum, Mysterium Salamandrae
Cenventus Sylvorum, Antra Gnomorum
Demonia Coeli God, Almonsin Gibor
Jehoshua Evam Zariathnatmik, Veni, Veni, Veni!

(Put your hands above your head, with the thumbs and index fingers
together so they create a equilateral triangle. Turn the right hand
so its halve of the triangle points down, creating a paralellogram.
Turn the left hand, creating a downwards pointing triangle. Move it
down to your forehead, turning it upwards, so the final result is a
triangle on your forehead.)

Hear me!
King of Infinite Space!
Planetmover!
The Foundation of Fastness!
Ruler of Earthquakes!
The Vanquisher of Terror!
The Creator of Panic!
Destroyer!
The Shining Victor!
Son of Chaos and the Void!
The Guardian of the Abyss!
God of the Outermost Darkness!
Lord of Dimensions!
Riddle-knower!
Guardian of The Secrets!
Lord of the Labyrinth!
Master of the Angles!
God of the Whiporwills!
Omegapoint!
Lord of the Gate!
Opener of the Way!
The Oldest!
All-in-One!
The One by Life Prolonged!
Umr At-Tawil!
Iak-Sathath!
YOG-SOTHOTH NAFL'FTHAGN!!!
Your servant call upon you!

(Take the staff and turn it first so it points Right-Left, then Up-Down,
then Forward-Back. Then twist it, and visualize how it is turned to
point into the fourth dimension, perpendicular to the other directions.
It will show the eightrayed star of Chaos.)

Opening of the Gate:
(The staff is held horizontally.)

Yog-Sothoth knows the Gate.
Yog-Sothoth is the Gate.
Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the Gate.
Past, Present and Future, all is one in Yog-Sothoth.

By that which is not to be named,
By Azathoth,
By Nyarlathotep,
By Shub-Niggurath,
By the two snakes,
By that which created the Voids,
By Kadath in the Cold Waste,
By the Plateu of Leng,
By Yuggoth,
By the moon-lens,
By the inprisoned,
By the free,
By Samas, Gibil and Nusuku,
By the High Name of Ea,
By the Seven Demons,
Guardian, let the Gate be opened!

By Chaos,
By the Void,
By the Light,
By the Darkness,
By the Air,
By the Fire,
By the Water,
By the Earth,
Key, open the Gate!

By my sacred oath,
Let those who want to leave come out!
Let those who want to enter come in!
Let us see intp the Hiding Light!
Let us see into the Blinding Darkness!
Rend the Veil!
Crush the Mirror!
Reveal the Illusion!
See, the Gate opens!

(slowly turn the staff from horizontal to vertical, and make the sign
of the Rending of the Veil.)

See, the Nodes are filled with Power!
See, the Lines are filled with Power!
See, the Angles twist and open!

02/28/2026

The Cyclopean Convergence: Portents of the Outer Void on February the Twenty-Eighth, Anno Domini Two Thousand Twenty-Six
In the shadowed annals of human folly, where the feeble light of reason flickers against the encroaching abyss, there comes a night when the very spheres of the heavens conspire in silent malediction. It is upon this eve, the twenty-eighth of February in the year of our fragile reckoning 2026, that the wanderers of the solar system—those ancient orbs, indifferent sentinels of cosmic indifference—shall array themselves in a grim procession across the firmament. Not in mere caprice do they align, but as if drawn by some unseen, squamous hand from the lightless gulfs beyond the stars. Mercury, the swift messenger of forgotten gods; Venus, veiled in poisonous mists that whisper of primordial lusts; Saturn, ringed in cyclopean bands forged in the forges of elder chaos; Jupiter, the gas-shrouded behemoth whose storms rage with the fury of imprisoned titans; Uranus and Neptune, distant azure enigmas lurking at the fringes of perception, their icy visages hinting at abyssal secrets long entombed. And perchance Mars, the red harbinger of strife, may join this dread parade, though some arcane tomes of astronomy decree its absence from the evening veil.
Imagine, if your mortal mind dares, the twilight hour in the chill climes of New England—say, in the quaint hamlet of Saugus, Massachusetts, where the Atlantic's restless waves lap against shores steeped in Puritan dread. As the sun, that pallid disk of illusory warmth, sinks below the western horizon around the fifth or sixth hour past noon, the sky transmutes into a canvas of deepening indigo. Thirty to sixty minutes thence, when the vestiges of daylight yield to the encroaching night, cast thine eyes westward, low upon the rim where earth meets the infinite. There, amidst the fading gloam, the parade commences: Mercury and Venus, gleaming like malevolent eyes in the dusk; Saturn, a faint specter requiring perhaps the aid of optical instruments to pierce the veil; and eastward, Jupiter ascendant, a baleful lord overseeing the procession. Uranus and Neptune, those remote phantoms, demand binoculars or telescopes to reveal their pallid forms, for they dwell in realms where naked sight falters and madness beckons...

02/25/2026

12/17/2025

Thoughts? 🐙

11/27/2025

"Mighty Cthulhu"
Art by Jeff Russell

11/25/2025

‘STRANGER THINGS SEASON 5’ releases tomorrow on Netflix! Don't forget to leave milk and cookies out for Vecna.
The final storm is closing in… Hawkins is holding its breath as Vecna’s shadow stretches across the town.
The endgame is officially here — nothing will ever be the same. 🌀🦑👹🎅⚡

11/25/2025

Be Thankful, Brats that I didn't make Shoggoth Dressing

11/13/2025

Oc*****sy 🐙

11/13/2025

Cthulhu Calls 🐙📞

11/08/2025