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Cthulhu Prayer Breakfast

25 Aug , 2017  

August 20th, 2017
Anthony Teth (Order of Shub Niggurath)

We have come, once again, fellow travelers upon the path of Eternal Cosmic Night, to the divine city of Providence. Here at the tip of Narragansett Bay, where for the last few centuries, sailors and settlers have spun ghost tales and vampire legends, mingling and dancing chaotically with a myriad of strange and wondrous faiths, all because its founder, Roger Williams, thought a place where people of all religions and cultures could freely mingle without being shunned or ostracized right off the bat was a pretty stellar idea. What Cheer indeed, Netop!

And it is to here in this great hall that we return, to feast and give thanks to those many authors, artists, mystics, poets, prophets, musicians, muses and mad-pipers in honor of indescribably monstrous cosmic gods, and the grim machinations of a boundless multiverse far stranger and more bizarre than our limited imaginations could possibly be able to fathom. But that surely won’t stop us from trying.

As a representative of the Priesthood of Shub Niggurath, the Black Goat with a Thousand Young, Mother of Abominations and savior to all who seek her dread caress, it is my duty to apologize for our general quiet in an official capacity, but between taxing occult rituals and spirit flights to Benevento, Blockula or Anwynn every Solstice, Equinox, New Moon, Full Moon, Ember Day, Church Holiday and Bingo Thursday at the local Shriner’s Hall, the past few years have been both harrowing and replete with delectable rewards.

Being a priest of the Cosmic Goddess of Growth and Decay has a myriad of perks and foibles in and of itself, of course. A great deal of my time, personally, is dealt with initiates. Teaching them the basics of magic circles and spirit contact, training them in the evocation of various entities from dimensions maddening beyond description, resurrecting them when they haven’t fully grokked Step 1 before attempting Step 2 (and if there’s enough left over to reanimate, of course) and in the most unfortunate of occurrences, pulling a “Miracle Max” and depositing their loose change in a collection jar for Orphaned Shoggoths. To quote the daywalker Blade, “We’re not exactly the March of Dimes.”

On a side note but with the above in mind, I challenge anyone who has spent as much time as I have with middle-aged Wiccans to look me in the eye and tell me there’s “no such thing as too much Sandalwood or Fleetwood Mac.”

Oh there is, Sir! There is.

But all this aside, friends, to cast eyes upon this broad and beaming congregation at all of your faces, eyestalks, and spontaneously generated appendages today fills this Warlock’s curmudgeonly old heart with nothing but joy and admiration. Joy and admiration for the trillions of quarks, algae, bacteria, temporal anomalies and star explosions that could culminate in this grand event, here and now, where we may not only shed our mundane veils and express our true natures, but revel in them among the most delightful of company.
But even throughout this grand convocation of eldritch merriment there must be time for solemnity and reflection, and today I wish to reflect upon a myth. A myth that has been plaguing our hallowed congregations of Cyclopean Terror for centuries if not millennia. A myth I wish to put to rest.

That myth, my friends, is Purity.

Purity. The mere word itself has an odd taste to the mandibular sensorial apparatus. Purity. Completely clean or wholesome. It is Purity, dear travelers, that may be one of the most noxious, surreptitious, and dangerous myths of all.

The concept of Purity is anathema to life itself, since any rudimentary study of biology can clearly show the interdependence of organisms to the life cycles of the invisible squirming masses of microbes, germs, and bacteria that cling to epidermis and esophageal tract, stomach lining and salivation ducts.

Enjoy your breakfast, by the way.

Those creatures made sterile or bereft of these helpful swarms in lab experiments grow weak and die, barely able to digest or process what would normally be considered “basic foods.”

Yet the concept of Purity is also anathema to death. Those aforementioned masses responsible for the continuance of a creature’s life will almost immediately begin devouring their host the moment life processes cease, while dozens of various mammals, reptiles, molds and fungal growths eventually have their fill and leave the rest to worms, mites, plants and trees.

Even if we go back to the philosophical root of death itself, entropy, we find not this supposed purity, but an exceedingly complex system of devourment and proliferation, with cooperation and competition creating a teaming miasmal stew of wonder and possibility.

So where is this supposed Purity? It certainly isn’t in the composite gasses we breathe, nor within the life-teeming water we consume or aspirate (for those children of Innsmouth here in attendance), for pollen, mold spores, phytoplankton, tardigrades, radioactive fungi and airborne pathogens have caressed our nostrils, gills, and venticular protrusions since time immemorial. Searching for purity within our food, whatever or whomever it may be, is equally troublesome for similar reasons.

And one of the most ridiculous of these, shall we say, Puritanical concepts, is where folks profess this enigmatic and frankly preposterous Purity within, of all bloody things, human genes. Yes, humans, those oddly bipedal, domestic primates who for thousands of years have been humping their neighbors, humping their friends, humping their neighbors’ friends and friends’ neighbors, until eventually deciding to migrate elsewhere and continue the rampant rutting cycle with whomever happens to be nearby and (theoretically) willing.

Humans who have been mongrels since the beginning, and shall be so at the end.

Yet some take this even further, claiming even greater purity and superiority over these shambling masses of great apes, while carrying Polynesian garden torches of all things, and flashing a salute fit for a Caesar.

Of course, they seem to have forgotten that the Roman Republic’s most famous dictator was quite literally stabbed in the back by rich, racist senators who could not stand, among other things, the sight of those filthy, pale Celts and Gauls being allowed seats in their sacred halls of statecraft. Or that the Romans themselves, according to their own account of history, were migrant refugees from a Near-Eastern city-state torn asunder by war. Or that the first Runic alphabet was created by Phoenician Semites as they sailed the Southern Mediterranean.

But that’s humans for you.

Yes, humans who claim superiority over all other terrestrial life on this adorably blue, spinning sphere due to a combination of brain size and thumb dexterity, but still have a helluva time figuring out that most basic of tenants: don’t shit where you eat.

That is why, fellow travelers, to the hundreds of you gathered with us today in this great hall, to the thousands and thousands of you ambling about on this weird, spinning, wet rock, for the billions and trillions of you voyaging toward the illimitable gulfs beyond —

I call not for Purity, but for Polyphony!

For as I lay ocular cavities upon this glorious congregation of Mi-Gos, Night Gaunts, and Cthonians, Cho-Chos, Star Vampires, and Elder Things, Shoggoths, Byakhees, Ghasts, Gugs, Tindalosian Hounds, and all other beautifully bizzare entities both Nameable and Unnameable, I know in my gut of guts with the greatest of pride that we are all part of a magical and monstrous Mythos which stretches beyond the petty intrigues of state and bloodline, human and alien, shambler and spawn. When we are united beneath the grand arbor of the Mythos we become a cyclopean cosmic gestalt that can shake the very bonds of the Multiverse itself.

And that is why, fellow travelers, I have come from my humble Covenstead not with complicated sigils scrawled in the blood of some rare and dangerous creature, nor with the implements and unguents necessary for the more intricate rites of necromancy, but with the simplest of chants. One I am willing to bet you already know. One that holds more power than most can imagine.

For, remember well, that the Goddess I revere is called a Harlot not due to some puritanical concept of sensual delight, but because she refuses none in her terrifying embrace.

Our chant, fellow travelers, is one of Union.

IA IA IA

IA IA IA

IA IA IA

Praise be to thee, Yog Sothoth, Azathoth, Nyarlathotep, Abhoth, the mightiest of gates shatter at thy whim.

IA IA IA

Praise be to thee, Yig, Shub Niggurath, Tulzscha, Ubbo-Sathla, the jewels of the stars are thine to command.

IA IA IA

Praise be to thee Hastur, Cthulhu, Dagon, Chaugnar Faugn, untold generations have knelt to thy might.

IA IA IA

Praise be to thee, Y’Golonac, Cthuga, Shudde M’ell, Tsathoggua, for thy kingdoms shall return.

IA IA IA

IA IA IA

IA IA IA

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The Stars are Right — NOW!

19 Aug , 2013  

New Convention Poster

Dear Friends,

Below are numerous briefly summarized important pieces of key information. Please take some time to peruse them, and familiarize yourselves. If you have any questions, please check out the website for the latest, as it’ll be updated constantly over this last week.

REGISTRATION – When you first arrive for registration, please go to the second floor landing of the Biltmore to the registration tables arranged for the different pass-types. Please have your eventbrite or kickstarter ticket ready for the good folks there, along with some ID, so we can verify. These things will make the process go as quickly as possible.

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Kickstart the return of the Ancient Ones!

20 Dec , 2012  

For those Lovecraft fanatics who might be unaware, we here at NecronomiCON Providence now have a Kickstarter page up and running. Check it out to find out about tickets and merch.

Click here for the NecronomiCON 2013 Kickstarter!

To those of you who have already donated to our eldritch cause, we would like to thank you from the bottom of our collective grim and dreadful cosmic consciousness. Your generous donations ensure that we (and our legions of shoggoth minions) will be able to provide you with the ultimate Lovecraftian convention/celebration of the current epoch. More…

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CALL for Abstracts: Seeking Lovecraftian Researchers

16 Nov , 2012  

CALL FOR ABSTRACTS:
Seeking new Lovecraft-related research for NecronomiCon Providence, 2013

The Lovecraft Arts and Sciences Council, Inc. (the organizer of NecronomiCon Providence) is seeking submissions of academic works that explore all aspects of the works and life of famed weird fiction writer, H.P. Lovecraft, including the influence of history, architecture, science (anthropology, biology, geology, etc), and popular culture (movies, theater, etc), on his works.

We particularly hope to foster exploration of Lovecraft as a rationalist who created an elaborate cosmic mythology, and how this mythology was influenced by, and has come to influence, numerous other authors and artists before and since. However, all submissions that contribute to a greater understanding of Lovecraft and associated authors and artists of “weird tales” (science fiction, fantasy, horror, etc) are encouraged. More…

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NecronomiCon Venue: The Providence Biltmore & Others

17 Aug , 2012  

Important Announcement:

Please secure your lodging for the convention SOON.

Rooms are filling up fast!

After selling out the Biltmore (our primary event venue for panels, talks, and vendors) in near-record time, our room block at the Hotel Providence (our center for more panels and talks, as well as gaming) is also now booked up. Rooms are still available at the Omni Hotel, just adjacent to the Biltmore, in the center of the city. The Omni has a mix of both singles and doubles for $139 plus tax. Below, you’ll find the relevant reservations info — More…

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NecronomiCon Questionaire

30 Jul , 2012  

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Art

The Lovecraftian Art of Alex Kozhanov

13 Jun , 2012   Gallery

 

Here at Necronomicon-Providence, we are always on the lookout for beautifully dark, haunting, and inspirational works of art. Our current artistic nerd-crush is directed towards the alien landscapes of artist Alex Kozhanov. Hailing from the Baltic Seaport of Kaliningrad, Alex mixes generous portions of Lovecraft and Giger to create eerily entrancing biomechanical landscapes. Some of us, while looking at his work, have begun playing the game “Elder Thing City or Tyranid Hive?” We leave the answers to you.

 

 

His Homepage:

http://www.gutalin.org/

 

Works of his are available for purchase at his deviantART page:

http://gutalin.deviantart.com/

 

Via http://io9.com/alex-kozhanov/

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