The Crawling Chaos
There is no God and Nyarlathotep is It's messenger.
Exams. I am behind. Starving and exhausted (so typical of college life). Two days to force my mind into number theory. Extapolating various properties of numbers under various moduli. Primes, or whatnot. The name Nyarlothep (???) keeps flashing in my mind. What does this mean? The angles are scary and perverse. They are all around us, any one a gateway. I hear a dog howl. Too much craziness. He has to keep his mind focused, has to maintain cohesion, cannot allow to much of it in. Reverted to the mathematical axioms because it maintained at least a semblence of functionality/ sanity. Truth based on non - truth. It helps me forget the dreaming. At least for now.
-- An Excert from Elijah's Journals
"The faceless god of the late Egyptians, as well as one of the Lovecraftian Forgottem ones. Nyarlathotep is the blind "messenger of the Gods," whose tentaculary adorned cyclops-eye is "all-seeing." (He may also be completely headless.) We will know when the Great Old Ones break through, because Nyarlothotep will act as a siren, begining his infernal howl out og the depths of darkness, and the howling will continue without pause forever after."
-- Rehmus (The Magicians Dictionary)
"The Mighty Messenger of the Outer Gods, Nyarlathotep has also been known to deliver tidings from the Great Old Ones. He is the only Outer God who chooses to personify his presence on our planet. A god of a thousand forms, he comes to Earth to mock, to wreak havoc, and to spur on humanity's self-destructive
urges."
-- The Nyarlathotep Cycle (Chaoism inc)
"Hurtling over us in his slime-dripping foulness was the Mighty Messenger, the Crawling Chaos from the blackness below the nighted pyramids."
-J. G. Warner "The titan in the Crypt"
Nyarlathotep
by H.P. Lovecraft
And at last from inner Egypt came
The strange dark One to whom the fellahs bowed;
Silent and lean and cryptically proud,
And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame.
Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands,
But leaving, could not tell what they had heard;
While through the nations spread the awestruck word
That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands.
Soon from the sea a noxious birth began;
Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold;
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down on the quaking citadels of man.
Then, crushing what he chanced to mould in play.
The idiot Chaos blew Earth's dust away.
"Nyarlathotep is said to be the 'messenger and soul' of the Great Old Ones. He is the only entity credited with a high degree of intelligence, and cunning malevolence. Like the other beings, he has an infinite number of forms, but his key appearances are in human form...
Nyarlathotep has been identified with the 'Black Man' of traditional Witchcraft; with the medieval Devil, and with the Thelemic entity Aiwass, whom Crowley describes as: A tall dark man in his thirties, with the face of a savage king, and eyes veiled lest their gaze should destroy what they saw.
...Nyarlathotep delights in spreading chaos and destruction amongst humanity. In the Mythos, he is the being who acts to initiate humans into the Mysteries, and acts as the interface between humanity and the alien forms of the other Old Ones."
- Phil Hine (Prime Chaos '93 p.102)
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