THE SECRET MAGICK OF ABRAMELIN THE MAGE

The Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage




The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage is a famous grimoire which tells the story of an Egyptian mage named Abramelin or Abra-Melin who teaches a system of magic to Abraham of Worms, a German Jew presumed to have lived from c.1362 - c.1458. The magic described in the book was to find new life in the 19th and 20th centuries thanks to the English translation of Samuel Liddell MacGregor Mathers and its import within the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn and later within the mystical system of Thelema, established in 1904 by Aleister Crowley.

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OBSERVATIONS and method of Invoking related with great pains and diligent
research.
Retire thyself Seven Days free from all company and fast and pray from sunset to
sunrise. Rise every morning at Seven of the clock, and the three days previous to
the Work fast upon bread and water and humble thyself before Almighty God.
Watch and pray all night before the Work.
And on the day before draw the lines of the Circle in a fair place. and let the
diameter of the Circle be 9 feet. Wash thyself the same day quite clean.
Make the pentacles forthwith and provide the other things necessary, with
Incensing. Then being clothed in pure Vestments and having covered the Altar
and lighted the candies begin about half an hour before sunrise on the Day
assigned for the Work and say with great Devotion as follows:—
First Morning Prayer :— Almighty and Most Merciful Father I beseech Thee
that Thou
wilt vouchsafe favourably to hear me at this time whilst I make my humble prayer
and Supplication unto Thee. I confess unto Thee O Lord Thou hast justly
punished me for my manifold sins and offences but Thou hast promised at what
time soever a sinner doth repent of his sins and wickedness Thou wilt pardon and
forgive him and turn away the remembrance of them from before Thy face.
Purge me therefore O Lord and wash me from all my offences in the Blood of
Jesus Christ that, being pure and clothed in the Vestments of Sanctity, I may
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bring this Work to perfection, through Jesus our Lord who liveth and reigneth
with Thee in the Unity of the Holy Ghost. Amen.
Sprinkle thyself with Holy Water and say —Asperges me Domine hysope, et
mundabor. Lavabis me et super nivem dealbabor.
Hail O Mighty God, for in Thy power alone abideth the Key to all exorcising of
Principalities, Powers, Thrones, Angels and Spirits. Amen.
Then bless your Girdle, saying : —
O God Who by the breath of Thy nostrils framed Heaven and Earth and
wonderfully disposed all things therein in six days, grant that this now brought to
perfection by Thine unworthy servant may be by Thee blessed and receive
Divine virtue, power and Jnfluence from Thee that every thing therein contained
may fully operate according to the hope and confidence of me Thine tmworthy
servant through Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour. Amen.
The Blessing of the Light
I bless thee in the Name of the Father. O Holy, Holy Lord, God, Heaven and
Earth are fuil of Thy Glory before Whose face there is a bright shining light
forever; bless now, O Lord, I beseech Thee, these creatures of light which Thou
hast given for the Kindly use of man that they, by Thee being sanctifìed, may not
be put out or extinguished by the power, malice, or filthy darkness of the devil,
but may shine forth brightly and lend their assistance to this my Work, through
Jesus Crist our Lord. Amen.
Then say, ‘Asperges me, etc.”
Consecration of the Sword :—
O Great God Who art the God of strength and fortitude and greatly to be feared,
bless O Lord, this Instrument that it may be a terror unto the Enemy, and
therewith I may fight with and overcome
all phantasms and oppositions of the
Enemy, through the influence and help of Thy most Holy Mighty Name, On, St.
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Agla, and in the Cross of Jesus Christ our only Lord. Amen.
Be thou blessed and consecrated in the Name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Asperges me, etc.
Benediction of the Lamens (Symbois. Circles) :—
O God Thou God of my Salvation I call upon Thee by the mysteries of Thy most
holy Name, On, St. Agla, I worship and beseech Thee by Thy Names El, Elohim,
Elohe, Zebaoth, and by Thy Mighty Name Tetragrammaton, Saday, that Thou
wilt be seen in the power and force of these Thy most holy names so written
filling them with divine virtue and Influence through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Benediction of the Pentacles:— Eternal God which, by Thy Holy Wisdom, hast
caused great power and virtue to lie hidden in the characters and Holy Writings of
Thy Spirits and Angels, and hast given unto man that with them, faithfully used,
power thereby to work many things; bless these, O Lord, framed and written by
the hand of me Thine unworthy servant that being filled with divine virtue and
Influence by Thy Commands, O Most Holy God, they may shew forth their virtue
and power to Thy praise and Glory through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
I bless and consecrate you in the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy
Ghost, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
Asperges me, etc. Amen.
Benediction of the Garment
O Holy, blessed and Eternal Lord God Who art the God of purity and delightest
that our souls should appear before Thee in clean and pure and undefiled
Vestments being cleansed, blessed, and consecrated by Thee, I may put them on,
being therewith clothed I may be whiter than snow both in soul and body in Thy
presence this day, in and through the ment, death, and passion of our onty Lord
and Saviour Jesus Christ, Who liveth and reigneth with Thee in the Unity of the
Holy Spirit, ever one God, world without end. The God of Abraham, Isaac and
Jacob bless thee, purge thee, and make thee pure, and be thou clean in the Name
of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Amen.
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In this Thy Holy Sign O God, ¡ fear no evil. By Thy Holy Power, and by this Thy
Holy Sign all evil doth flee.By Thy Holy Name and Thy Power which Secret was revealed to Moses, throughthe Holy Names written in this Book, depart far from me all ye workers of
iniquity.Bless, O Lord, I beseech Thee, this place and drive away all evil and wickedness
far from it. Sanctify and make it become meet and convenient for Thy Servant to
finish and bring to pass therein his desires, through Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen.
Be thou blessed and purified in the Name of the Father, Son, ami Holy Ghost.
Amen.Benediction of the Perfumes :— The God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, the
God of Jacob,
bless here the creatures of these kinds that they may give forth the power of their
odours so that neither the Enemy nor any false Imaginaions may be able to enter
into them, through our Lord Jesus Christ, to whom be honour and Glory now,
henceforth, and for ever. Amen.
Sprinkle them with Holy Water, saying, “Asperges me, Domine, etc.”
Exorcism of Fire
I exorcise thee, O thou creature of Fire, by Him by Whom all things are made,
that forthwith thou wilt cast away every phantasm from thee that it shall not be
able to do any hurt in any thing. Bless, O Lord, this creature of Fire and sanctify
it, that it may be biessed to set forth the praise of Thy Holy Name that no hurt
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may be able to come unto me, through the virtue and defence of our Lord Jesus
Christ. Amen.
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Invocation for Sunday (SOL) :— Come, Heavenly Spirits who have the effulgent
rays of the Sun, Luminous Spirits who are ready to obey the power of the great
Tetragrammaton, come and assist me in the operation that I am making under the
auspices of the Grand Light of Day whicb the Eternal Creator hath formed for the
use of universal nature. I invoke you for these purposes. Be favourable and
auspicious to what I shali ask in the Name of Amioram, Adonai, Sabaoth.
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Invocation for Monday (MOON)
Haste ye Sublime and Intelligent Genil who are obedient to the Sovereigu
Arcana, come and assist me in the operation that I undertake under the auspices
of the Grand Lumiriary of the Night. I invoke you to this end and implore you to
be favourable and hear my entreaties in the Name of Him Who commands the
spirits of the Four Quarters of the Universal Mansions: Inhabit, Bileth, Mizabu abinzaba

Invocation for Tuesday (MARS)

Come Children of the Red Genii who have executed the order of the Sovereign
Master of the Universe upon the armies of the rash Sennacherib, come and assist
me in the operation that I undertake under the auspices of the third brilliant
luminary of the firmament; be favourable to my entreaties in the Name of Adonay
Sabaoth.

Invocation of Wednesday (MERCURY) :— Run to me with speed, come to me ye

Spirits of Mercury who preside over the operation of this day, hear favourably the
present invocation that I make to you under the Divine Names of Venoel, Uranel,
be kind and ready to second my undertakings. Render them efficacious.

Invocation for Thursday (JUPITER)

Come speedily ye Olepid Spirits who preside over the operation of this day.
Come, Incomprehensible Zebarel and all your legions, haste to my assìstance and
be propitious to my undertakings, be kind and refuse me not your powerful aid
and assistance.


Invocation for Friday (VENUS)

Come on the wings of the wind, ye happy Genii who preside over the workings of
the heart. Come in the Name of the Great Tetragrammaton; hear favourably the
Invocation that I make this day, destined to the wonder of love. Be ready to lend
me your assistance to succeed in what I have undertaken under the hope that you
will be favourable to me.

Invocation for Saturday (SA TURN)

Come out of your gloomy solitude ye Saturnine spirits, come with your cohort,
come with diligence to the place where I am going to begin my operation under
your auspices; be attentive to my labours and contribute your assistance that it
may rebound to the honour and glory of the Highest.

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OF TURIEL


A SYSTEM OF CEREMONIAL MAGIC


THE GREAT ARCANUM


(The Rites of Ceremonial Magick).


PART I. THE SECRET GRIMOIRE OF TURIEL.


INTRODUCTION.


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THE S.S. Umvoti, on which I was travelling from Beira, Portugese East Africa,
to London, reached Las Palmas in November, 1927, after a very stormy passage.
Like the rest ofthe passengers, I was thankful to get ashore.
The usual vendors, beggars, and guides were soon in evidence. One oid man in
the garb of a peasant offered me his services as a guide, which J gladly accepted.
The man was bearded, swarthy of complexion, and very thin. He spoke in broken
English and snggested that we visit the Cathedral. This we did, and as we walkedthe stranger informed me that the Cathedral was founded in the 16th century but
only completed in the 19th, He conducted me to a lift inside the Cathedral, and
smiled at two most corpulent priests who were seated at confessional boxes. The
priests turned their heads away from the guide, who entered the lift with me. Soon
we were speeding upward to enjoy the most enchanting scene imaginable. In the
sunlight, on each bank of the river, lay the houses of the capital Down below the
people walked, Lilliputians in size.
We stood for a considerable time, and indeed I could have remained much longer
drinking in the view, but the guide suggested that we leave. We did so and visited
the bazaars and other plates of interest including taverns where we enjoyed native
cigars and wine.As we made our way back to the ship my guide produced a little metal crucifix
and some papers which he begged me to buy. He informed me that the papers
were the manuscripts of a system of ceremonial magic, “The Secret Grimoire of
Turiel “. These were the original dated 1518. written in Latin, and a copy written
in English, a translation from the original. The original copy was in fragments,
almost worn away, but the copy was intact. I told the guide the original was not
worth taking, but I would buy the cross and the copy. He agreed to this, and thus I
became the possessor of the Grimoire. Since 1927 I have rewritten the manuscript
owing to the fact that I was on the move so often, and for the sake of convenience
the new writing was entered into a note book of convenient size, and the copy
purchased in Las Palmas I destroyed. I have reason to believe that the present
manuscript is the only one in existence. In. publishing same I feel sure that it will
appeal to all students of occultism as an additional item of interest. It has much to
commend it. Though small in volume it is a complete system of Ceremonial
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Magic. The former owner admitted that he had made use of the formula contained
therein. For his experiments in the Art he, a former priest, had been defrocked.
This he said was the reason why the two priests in the Cathedral had not
acknowledged his smile.


MARIUS MALCHU                                Westminster, 1954.

GRIMMORIES

Grimoires


A grimoire is a book describing magical beliefs and practices, written between the late-medieval period and the 18th century. Such books contain astrological correspondences, lists of angels and demons, directions on casting charms and spells, on mixing medicines, summoning unearthly entities, and making talismans. "Magical" books in almost any context, especially books of magical spells, are also called grimoires.


The word grimoire is from the Old French gramaire, and is from the same root as the words grammar and glamour. This is partly because, in the mid-late Middle Ages, Latin "grammars" (books on Latin syntax and diction) were foundational to school and university education, as controlled by the Church — while to the illiterate majority, non-ecclesiastical books were suspect as magic. But "grammar" also denoted, to literate and illiterate alike, a book of basic instruction. A grammar is a description of a set of symbols and how to combine them to create well-formed sentences. A Grimoire is, appropriately enough, a description of a set of magickal symbols and how to combine them properly.

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CONJURATION SPELLS FROM THE NECRONOMICON

The Conjuration of the Mountains of MASHU"

May the mountain overpower you!
May the mountain hold you back!
May the mountain conquer you!
May the mountain frighten you!
The Conjuration "XILQA XILQA BESA BESA" or "A Most Excellent

Charm Against the Hordes of Demons" etc.
Arise! Arise! Go far away! Go far away!
Be shamed! Be shamed! Flee! Flee!
Turn around, go, arise and go far away!
Your wickedness may rise to heaven like unto smoke!
Arise and leave my body!
From my body, depart in shame!
From my body flee!
Turn away from my body!
Go away from my body!
Do not return to my body!
Do no come near my body!
Do not approach my body!
Do not throng around my body!
Be commanded by Shammash the Mighty!
Be commanded by Enki, Lord of All!
Be commanded by Marduk, the Great Magician of the Gods!
Be commanded by the God of Fire, your Destroyer!
May you be held back from my body!
May the mountain shake you to the core!
May the mountain hold you in check!
May the mountain subject you!
May the mountain cover you!
May the mighty mountain fall on you,
May you be held back from my body!

"Another Binding of the Sorcerers"

Ssalmani-ia ana pagri tapqida duppira
Ssalmani-ia ana pagri taxira duppira
Ssalmani-ia iti pagri tushni-illa duppira
Ssalmani ini ishdi pagri tushni-illa duppira
Ssalmani-ia qimax pagri taqbira duppira
Ssalmani-ia ana qulqullati tapqida duppira
Ssalmani-ia ina igari tapxa-a duppira
Ssalmani-ia ina askuppati Tushni-illa duppira
Ssalmani-ia ina bi'sha duri tapxa-a duppira
Ssalmani-ia ana GISHBAR tapqida duppira

ILLUMINATY HISTORY

AN ILLUMINATI OUTLINE OF HISTORY

Alpha and Omega -- Immanentizing of the Eschaton.
20,000,000 BC -- Recent Epoch of geeology begins; Ice Age ends;
human beings spread to all parts of the world.
30,000 -- First Illuminatus, Gruad, rules in Atlantis.
20,000 -- Mythical Lloigor inhabit continent of Mu.
10,000 -- Approximate beginning of agriculture. Estimated date of
inscriptions on stone disks by the Dropa tribe, a diminuative people of the Bayan-Kara-Ula Mountains on the border of China and Tibet; disks describe how the tribe came to earth in flying machines; ancient Dropa graves contain human remains with huge heads and small bodies. Earliest estimated date of carving of the Crystal Skull found at Lubaantun in the Yucatan. Hyborian Age in Europe. 9,000 to 10,000 -- Date of Plato's Atlantis. 6,000 -- Picture writing develops. 5,000 -- First alphabet begins to develop. 4,000 -- Approximate date of discovery of metals, beginning of cities, constellations of stars first recorded. Egyptians begin
small pieces of crystal on the forehead of deceased prior to mummification. 3,000 -- Approximate date of building of the Sphinx and Great Pyramid at Giza and other pyramids elsewhere in Egypt. Indus Valley civilization develops complex government, writing and well
planned cities. Minoan civilization flourishes in Crete. Earliest parts of the Bible written. Beginning date of Olmec calendar from Central America: 3113 BC. Trephination (cutting a
hole in the skull) practiced by people all over the world.
2,500 -- Sarmoung Brotherhood of Babylonia flourish according to
Gurdjieff.2,100 -- Egyptians record star configurations on which the 24 hour day is based.
2,000 -- Stonehenge and other stone circles built in England.
1,800 -- Huge Silbury Mound constructed near Stonehenge.
1,700 -- Babylonian Enuma Anu Enlil, early roots of astrologybased on celestial phenomena.
1,500 -- Approximate date of the destruction of Thera, on which
Atlantis legends are probably based. Early references to
Mithraism on cuneform astronomical tests. Quadrants of the moon
recorded in China. 1,360 -- Akhenaton's monotheistic sun worship in Egypt.
1,344 -- Tutankhamun, Akhenaton's successor who revived
polytheism, buried at Thebes; curse reading "Death comes on swift
wings to he who opens this tomb," written on tomb doorway.
1,300 -- Approximate date "I Ching" written in China.
1,184 -- End of the Trojan War, Illium falls to the Greeks.
1,000 to 2,000 -- Legendary Thule civilization in the Gobi region
destroyed by a catastrophe, "possibly of an atomic nature,"
survivors migrating to Agarthi and Schamballah.
1,000 -- Huge Sacrificial Table built at Mystery Hill near North
Salem, New Hampshire.
950 -- Approximate date of building of Solomon's Temple in
Jerusalem, traditional origin of the Masonic fraternity; alleged
assassination of Temple master-mason Hiram for refusing to reveal masonic secrets.
900 -- Approximate time settlers from Europe and the Middle East
established colonies in North America. 800 -- Twenty-two "moon stations" in monthly lunar cycle recognized in Babylonia, India and China.
753 -- Legendary founding of Rome by Romulus.
700 -- Jordanian city of Petra is carved out of sandstone by
unknown culture.
600 -- Approximate beginning of money with first coins in Lydia.
575 -- Nebuchadnezzar completes building Tower of Babel inBabylon.
500 to 600 -- Time of Buddha, Lao Tse, Confucius, Zarathustra,
Orpheus, Pythagoras, Zachariah and Daniel--an Illuminated century.
500 -- Sun-Tse's "Treatise on the Art of War," first intelligence manual.
485 -- Execution of Spurius Cassius in Rome.
450 -- Development of the 12 constellations of the zodiac in
Mesopotamia, recognizing the importance of the plane of the
elliptic through which the sun, moon and planets move.
440 -- Assassination of Spurius Maelius.
400 -- Druidism in England. Astrological ideas from Enuma Anu
Enlil transmitted to India.
390 -- Approximate date Plato's "The Republic" written, featuring
such Illuminoid images as the Philosopher Kings, the Divided Line
and the parable of the Cave. 355 -- Plato's "Timaios" and "Kritias," earliest accounts of
Atlantis. 300 -- Invention of Mayan calendar in Yucatan, based on advanced
astronomy. Fabius family of Rome reaches its greatest heights.
275 -- Approximate date Greek poet Aratus makes first sytematic
record of star constellations in "Phaenomena."
273 to 232 -- Rule of Asoka, king of India who allegedly founded the Nine Unknown.
212 -- Archimedes uses burning-glass to set fire to Roman fleet at
Syracuse, early use of lens as weapon.

133 -- Land reformer Tiberius Gracchus murdered and hundreds of
his followers killed by followers of powerful Roman patricians;
death of Scripio Africanus a few years later.
121 -- Gaius Gracchus and 3000 of his followers massacred by
patricians.100 -- The Great Teacher of the Essenes. Essentials of modern
astrology worked out. 95 -- Approximate date of assassination of Saturninus and Glaucia.
92 -- Assassination of Rutilius Rufus. 91 -- Assassination of Livius Drufus.
73 -- Revolt of gladiators led by Spartacus.
44 -- Assassination of Julius Caesar.
4 -- Birth of Jesus of Nazareth, accompanied by various Illuminoid
trappings: three early Men-In-Black disguised as the Wise Men;
strange lights in the sky; miracles such as visits from angels,
prohpecy and suspension of time are reported.
0 -- Carnation-Painted Eyebrows Society, Copper Horses, Iron Shins
and other secret societies active in China. AD 30 -- Assassination of the radical Jesus, allegedly onIlluminati orders; more Illuminoid trappings; an eclipse; an
earthquake; visitorsfrom the sky roll away the stone from the
sepulcher and liberate the crucified Jesus.

100 -- Hero of Alexandria devises primitive steam-engine.
125 to 150 -- Simon Magus, Menander, Valentinus and others develop
Gnostic religious doctrines of esoteric knowledge (illumination).
135 -- Approximate date Ptolemy records 1,022 stars in "Almagest";
also recorded astrological ideas from Enuma Anu Enlil in his
"Apotelesmatika." 150 -- Roman Mithraism competes with Christianity. Yellow Turban
Society subdues northern China, Triad cult formed in opposition.
200 -- First book of the cabala, "Sepher Yetzirah," compiled.
216 to 276 -- Life of Mani, the Illuminator, who founded
Manicheism, based on ideas from Judaism, Christianity,
Zoroasterism, Gnosticism, etc. 325 -- Council of Nicaea in which Christian begins to rigidify.
400 -- Estimated date of carving of stone statues found on Easter
Island. 500 -- Chinese use of gunpowder.
570 to 632 -- Life of Muhammad, founder of Islam.
670 -- Callinicus invents Greek Fire, primitive incendiary bomb.
673 to 735 -- Life of the Venerable Bede, the greatest scholar of
Saxon England whose "Ecclesiastical History of England" (731)
contained many occult and unexplained occurances.
700 -- Sufi mysticism begins.
730 -- "Al Azif" written in Damascus by Abdul Alhazred.
772 -- Charlemagne allegedly established Holy Secret Tribunal
which becomes the Holy Vehm.
850 -- Ismaili and Fatimid missionaries throughout Islamic Empire
preach revolution against the ruling Sunni order and Abbasid state.
900 -- Beginning of the Bogomils of Bulgaria, a Manicheian sect,
roots of Cathari. 909 -- First Fatimid caliph in Egypt.
920 to 1003 -- Life of Pope Sylvester II who allegedly visited the
Nine Unknown in India.
950 -- "Al Azif" translated into Greek as "Necronomicon."
1000 -- Approximate founding of Yezidi cult by Sufi Sheikh Adi in
Iraq. Abode of Learning active in Cairo. Spread of Cathari
Manicheism throughout Europe. Leif Ericson explores North
America. 1034 to 1124 -- Life of Hasan-e Sabbah, founder of the Assassins
of Persia. Member of the Ismaili sect, Hasan seized fortress of
Alamut in Daylam in 1090; split with Fatimid dynasty in 1094;
Assassins flourished for next several centuries.
1050 -- Approximate date of founding of the Order of Hospitallers in Jerusalem.
1058 -- Member of the Abode of Learning sect gains temporary control of Bagdad.
1092 -- Assassins murder Persian minister Nizam al-Mulk.
1095 -- First Crusade. 1100 -- Approximate date Sufi Gilani founds Arabic school of
Illuminati, Kadiri Order of Sebil-el-ward, in Bagdad. Assassins
infiltrate Thug cult of India. Bogomil leader Basil burned in
Constantinople. Albigensian Cathari sect flourishes near Albi,
France. Avengers and Beati Paoli active in Italy. Joachim of
Floris founds primitive Christian sect, Illuminated Ones. Robin
Hood active in England. 1119 -- Knights Templar founded in Palestine.
1123 -- Abode of Learning suppressed by Turkish Vizier Afdal.
1140 -- Rapid growth of Cathari sect begins.
1149 -- First Cathari bishop established.
1162 to 1227 -- Life of Genghis Khan, conquerer of China and
Russia, invader of Europe and Islamic Empire, destroyer of
Assassin power. Approximate beginnings of the wandering of the
Gypsies of North India. 1167 -- Cathari council near Toulouse. 1170 -- Assassination of Thomas a Becket. 1171 -- Last Fatimid caliph dies. 1176 -- Peter Waldo founds the Poor Men of Lyons. Sultan Saladin

invades Assassin territory, gains truce.

1184 -- Waldenses excommunicated, suppressed.

1200 to 1300 -- House of Wisdom in Cairo, roots of the Afghan

Roshaniya. Origin of the Mafia in Sicily.

1208 -- Albigensian Crusade begins suppression of Cathari heresy.

1212 -- The Children's Crusade. Genghis Khan invades China.
1233 -- Founding of the Inquisition to suppress Cathari and other heresies.

1235 to 1315 -- Life of Dr. Illuminatus, Ramon Llull (Raymond

Lully) in Spain.

1241 -- Mongols invade Europe through wise use of intelligence

information and strategy, introduce gunpowder from Asia.

1244 -- Massacre of Cathari at Montsegur, France.

1250s -- Approximate beginning of Holy Vehm in Westphalia.

Approximate time of Hulagu Khan's defeat of the Assassins.

1254 to 1324 (?) -- Life of Marco Polo, early European traveler in

China, Persia.

1258 -- Hulagu Khan destroys Bagdad; Mongols destroy Mesopotamia,

the mother of civilization.

1260 -- Mongol invasion of Islamic Empire turned back.

1270s -- Cathari hierarchy fades.

1275 -- Assembly of traveling mason guilds in Frankfort. "Zohar,"

second book of the cabala, compiled by Moses de Leon in Spain.

1280 -- Roger Bacon, deviser of early eyeglasses, independently

invents gunpowder.

1291 -- Hospitallers retreat to Cyprus.

1300 -- White Lotus Society founded in China. Inquisition begins

suppression of witches and other pagan groups.

1307 -- Philip IV of France suppresses Knights Templar for

witchcraft and heresies; de Molay imprisoned in the Temple in

Paris.

1308 -- Assassination of Holy Roman Emperor Albert I.

1309 -- Hospitallers acquire the isle of Rhodes.

1313 -- Knights Templar dissolved by papal decree.

1314 -- De Molay and others burned in Paris.

1327 -- Assassination of King Edward II in England.

1329 -- First appearance of the Tarot in Germany.

1360 -- Approximate date of the earliest known Satanic cults;

black masses celebrated in France.

1369 -- Timurlane becomes Great Khan.

1375 -- Another assembly of traveling mason guilds in Frankfort.

1379 to 1482 -- Alleged life of Christian Rosenkreuz, fictitious

founder of Rosicrucianism.

1390 -- Gypsies begin to appear in Europe.

1400s -- Cathari sect dies out. Concave lenses developed.

1404 -- King Robert revises code of Holy Vehm.

1410 -- Secret society formed in Italy which eventually joins with

Rosicrucianism.

1437 -- Assassination of King James I of Scotland.

1456 -- Gutenberg Bible begins modern printing.

1458 -- Abramelin's "Book of Sacred Magic" translated from Hebrew

to french according to followers of the cult of the Guardian

Angel.

1471 -- Assassination of King Henry VI of England.

1472 -- University of Ingolstadt founded. Fernando Poo discovers

Fernando Poo.

1483 -- Assassination of King Edward V of England.

1492 -- Rodrigo Borgia, head of the powerful Borgia family,

becomes Pope Alexander VI. Columbus sails the ocean blue.

1493 to 1541 -- Life of Paracelsus, possible founder of

Roscrucianism; discover of zinc around 1530; model of the Faust

legend.

1500 -- Approximate date of Roshaiya, Illuminated Ones, in

Afganistan. Beginning of Alumbrados in Spain and Charcoal-

Burners in Scotland. Cesare Borgia has his brother-in-law

assassinated.

1502 -- Cesare Borgia arrests and executes enemies who have

conspired against him.

1503 to 1566 -- Life of Nostradamus, visionary prophet.

1507 -- Fra Dolcino's version of Joachim's Illuminism suppressed

by the Bishop of Vercueil.

1510 -- Beginning of systematic importation of African slaves into

the West Indies.

1513 -- Machiavelli's "The Prince" published.

1519 -- Spanish conquest of Mexico, enslavement of Amerindians.

1522 -- Hospitallers lose Rhodes to the Turks.

1530 -- Hospitallers given Isle of Malta by Charles V, become

Knights of Malta.

1537 -- Assassination of Alessandro de Medici, Duke of Florence.

1568 -- First Inquisition edict against the Alumbrados.

1574 -- Second edict against Alumbrados.

1575 -- Approximate date of founding of British Intelligence

services.

1575 to 1624 -- Life of Jakob Bohme, visionary mystic, illuminated

one.

1584 -- Assassination of William I of Orange in England.

1587 -- English colony established at Roanoke Island, Virginia; no

trace of the "lost colony" was found when supply ships returned

three years later.

1589 -- Assassination of King Henry III of France.

1590 -- Janssen makes first compound microscope in Europe.

1597 -- Anonymous alchemist seeks to start Rosicrucian-like

society in Europe.

1605 -- Rosicrucian constitution published.

1607 -- Italian secrect society headed by Count Bernard of Germany

merges with Rosicrucianism. First permanent English settlement in

America, Jamestown, Virgina.

1608 -- Apprentice to Dutch spectacle-maker Lippershey discovers

principle of focusing lenses; Lippershey builds first telescope.

1609 -- Galileo independently builds telescope, begins study of

astonomy. Spanish settlement at Santa Fe, New Mexico, founded.

1610 -- Assassination of King Henty IV of France.

1614 -- "Fama Fraternitatis" published, fictional story of

Rosenkreuz by Johann Valentin Andrea.

1619 -- First slave ship in America, Jamestown, Virginia.

1620 -- Plymouth Colony, second English settlement, arrives on

Mayflower.

1622 -- Posters appear in Paris warning that the Rosicrucians are

"amongst you...visibly and invisibly."

1623 -- Final papal edict against Alumbrados; Guerinets appear in

France. First submarine built by Cornelius van Drebbel in

England.

1638 -- Milton meets Galileo.

1640 -- Beginning of subliminal persuasion when Rembrandt imbeds

the word "sex" in a painting.

1642 -- Civil War in England between King Charles and Parliament.

1646 -- Earliest known Masonic Lodge to allow non-professional or

"free" masons, in Warrington, England.

1647 -- Alleged correspondence between Cromwell and Ebeneezer

Pratt plotting the overthrow of King Charles.

1649 -- King Charles convicted and beheaded by Parliament.

1654 -- Illuminated Guerinets come to public notice in France.

1667 -- Milton's "Paradise Lost" published.

1675 -- Leeuwenhoek discovers "animalcules" through the

microscope.

1676 -- Sperm discovered by Leeuwenhoek's student Ham.

1680 -- Madame Le Voisin, innovator of modern Satanism, executed

in Paris.

1682 -- Tamanend, sachem and chief of the Lenni-Lenape tribe,

welcomes William Penn to America, traditionally considered the

beginning of the Tammany Society.

1689 -- William III of Orange becomes king of England, allegedly

through the plotting of the Illuminati.

1694 -- Bank of England founded.

1700 -- Quietism of Fenelon and others.

1701 -- Earliest record of "operative" or professional Masonic

Lodge in Alnwick, England.

1702 -- First daily newspaper in England.

1717 -- Founding of modern Freemasonry with the Grand Lodge of

London by Desaguliers. Voltaire imprisoned in the Bastille.

1721 -- British King George I cracks down on the flourishing Hell

Fire Clubs, popular Satanistic cults.

1723 -- Anderson's "Constitutions of the Freemasons" published.

"Ebrietatis Enconium" and other early anti-Masonic works

published.

1724 -- Publication of the anti-Masonic "Grand Mysteries of the

Freemasons Discovered."

1731 -- Benjamin Franklin initiated into Freemasonry.

1734 -- Franklin elected Grand Master of Pennsylvania.

1736 -- Death of the last leader of the Afghan Illuminated Ones.

1749 -- Rousseau's spontaneous "enlightenment" launches the

Romantic Movement.

1750 -- Hell Fire Clubs continue to flourish in Dublin and London.

Fictional alchemist Joseph Curwen writes letter stating "I laste

Nighte strucke on ye Wordes that bringe up Yooge-Sothothe,"

perhaps the real power behind the Illuminati.

1754 -- Six year old Adam Weishaupt is orphaned and goes to live

with the Jesuits.

1757 -- First year of Swedenborg's "New Era."

1759 -- Voltaire's "Candide" published.

1760 -- St. Germain founds chemical dye factory in Holland, fore-

runner of I.G. Farben; disappears with 100,000 guilders. Franklin

invents bifocals.

1761 -- St. Germain discovered living in Russia. Chinese Emporer

issues edict against secret societies.

1762 -- Illumines of France founded. Sandwich invented.

1763 -- Swedenborg's "Doctrine of Life for the New Jerusalem"

published.

1764 -- Voltaire's "Philosophical Dictionary" published; he begins

a prodigious attack on dogmas of church and state.

1765 -- British Stamp Act imposed to help pay for the French and

Indian War debt. Sons of Liberty clubs formed to resist the tax.

1767 -- Townshend Revenue Act, another British tax on the

colonies. Kunta Kinte kidnapped into American slavery.

1768 -- Virginia's legislature dissolved for its opposition to the

Townshend Act. Weishaupt graduates from the University of

Ingolstadt, becomes tutor and catechist. Macfarguhar, Ball and

Smelie begin compiling the "Encyclopaedia Britannica." Mesmer

commissions 12 year old Mozart's first opera, "Bastien and

Bastienne."

1770 -- Boston Massacre: British troops fire into a crowd.

Townshend Act repealed.

1771 -- "Encyclopaedia Britannica" published.

1772 -- Weishaupt becomes professor at University of Ingolstadt.

1773 -- British Tea Tax on colonies. Boston Tea Party in protest.

Weishaupt marries. Alleged meeting of Meyer Rothschild and others

to plan a world revolution. Suppression of the Jesuits.

Franklin's "Rule by Which a Great Empire May Be Reduced to a Small

One" published.

1774 -- Britain's "Intolerable Acts" designed to punish rebellious

colonies. First Continental Congress. Washington begins training

troops. Louis XVI becomes king of France. Casanova becomes

secret agent for the Inquisitors of Venice. Catherine II shuts

down satiric journals in Russia. Jefferson's "Summary View of the

Rights of British Americans" published.

1775 -- Second Continental Congress authorizes naval warships,

sets up secret committee to procure weapons, names Washington

commander-in-chief of the new American Army. George III proclaims

America in open rebellion. Initial battles of the Revolutionary

War: Lexington, Bunker Hill, Toconderoga. Bushnell's first

experimental submarine and torpedo tested. Prince Hall lodges

(for blacks) chartered by Grand Lodge of London, rejected by

American lodges.

1776 -- Illuminati founded by Weishaupt. American Declaration of

Independence, written by Jefferson, adopted by Continental

Congress. Battles of Long Island, White Plains and Trenton.

Nathan Hale executed as spy by British. Franklin becomes

ambassador to France, is affiliated with French Masonic lodges.

Opening of Freemasons' Hall, permanent headquarters of English

Masonry. Cagliostro initiated into Masonry. Saigon captured by

Tay Son brothers. Aaron Burr serves as assistant to Benedict

Arnold. Thomas Paine's "Common Sense" and "The Crisis" widely

read. Adam Smith's "Wealth of Nations" published.

1777 -- Weishaupt joins Munich Lodge of the Order of Good Council.

Articles of Confederation adopted by Continental Congress.

Battles of Bennington, Brandywine, Germantown, Princeton and

Saratoga. Washington has his mystical vision of the future of the

United States while at Valley Forge. War of Bavarian Secession

begins.

1778 -- France recognizes American independence, signs treaty and

provides aid. Franklin assists in initiation of Voltaire into

Masonic Lodge of Paris. Masonic Convention in Lyons organizes

Knights of Benficience.

1779 -- John Paul Jones says "Damn the torpedos!" Benedict Arnold

becomes a traitor and spy for the British. War of Bavarian

Secession ends.

1780 -- John Andre, British agent, captured with secret documents

from Arnold; Arnold escapes to join British; Andre hanged as spy.

Weishaupt's wife dies. Illuminati begins rapid growth. First use

of the title Odd Fellows. Order of the Brotherhood of Asia,

Rosicrucian off-shoot, founded.

1781 -- Battle of Guilford Court House, surrended of Cornwallis at

Yorktown. John Hanson becomes first President of the United

States in Congress Assembled. Weishaupt seeks abortion for his

sister-in-law while awaiting dispensation to marry her. United

Masonic Lodges of Hamburg headed by Fraximus, a secret

Rosicrucian. Kant's "Critique of Pure Reason" published.

1782 -- British cabinet agrees to recognize American independence,

preliminary agreement signed in Paris. Hanson commissions the

"Eye in the Pyramid" Great Seal, finishes term; Elias Boudinot

elected second President of Congress Assembled. Illuminati

dominate European Masonry. Casanova retires as secret agent.

1783 -- Treaty signed between America and England. Washington

disbands army, resigns. Hanson dies. Thomas Mifflin third

President of Congress Assembled. Ex-Illuminati Utschneider sends

letter denouncing the Order to monarch of Bavaria. Rite of

Swedenborg founded by Marquis de Throne. Eclectic Rite founded by

Baron Knigge in Frankfort. Webster's "American Spelling Book"

published.

1784 -- Treaty with England ratified by Congress. Richard Henry

Lee fourth President of Congress Assembled. Bavarian Monarch Carl

Theodore outlaws secret societies. Cagliostro moves to Lyons from

Bordeaux to found the Mother Lodge of Egyptian Masonry. Royal

Commission in Paris, including Franklin and Guillotine as members,

investigates Mesmerism and returns a negative report.

1785 -- Weishaupt flees to Gotha; new edict outlaws Illuminati;

High-ranking Illuminatus Lanz killed by lightning and Illuminati

papers found on body by police. French "Diamond Necklace" affair.

Napoleon graduates military school. Franklin returns to America;

Jefferson becomes French ambassador. Rosicrucian Order suppressed

in Austria. Anonymous pamphlet appears in Germany revealing

secrets of ancient Egyptian ceremonies.

1786 -- Wisdom Lodge founded in Virginia. Secret congress in

Frankfort where Louis XVI and Gustavus III of Sweden condemned to

die by Illuminati. Italian Illuminatus Buonarroti's library of

Masonic and subversive books confiscated by state authorities.

Nathaniel Gorham fifth President of Congress Assembled. Napoleon

writes pamphlete defending Rousseau.

1787 -- German authorities publish letter by Weishaupt admitting

he sought abortion for his sister-in-law; Weishaupt replies,

blaming "extenuating circumstances." German Union (extension of

outlawed Bavarian Illuminati) founded by Bahrdt. Washington

elected President of Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia;

new constitution adopted by the convention. Arthur St. Clair

sixth President of Congress Assembled. Jefferson meets secretly

in Paris with Brazilian rebel to discuss American aid to

revolution in Brazil. Shay's Rebellion in Massachusetts to

protest unfair taxes. Goethe visits Cagliostro's family in

Palermo. Swedenborgian Church founded in London. Society for the

Abolition of the African Slave-Trade founded in London.

1788 -- American Constitution ratified by the states. Individual

American states begin to outlaw slavery. Cyrus Griffen seventh

President of Congress Assembled. Paine visits London and Paris.

"The Federalist" essays published by Hamilton, Madison and Jay.

1789 -- Washington elected President of the United States; first

Congress under new Constitution. Jefferson returns to U.S. to

become first Secretary of State; Hamilton becomes first Secretary

of the Treasury. French Revolution begins.

1790 -- Rebellion and massacre throughout France. Cagliostro

arrested by Inquisition of Rome. Bavarian edict against Reading

Societies. Blake's "Marriage of Heaven and Hell" published.

1791 -- Napoleon joins the Jocobin Club. First Bank of the United

States chartered. Burr begins converting Tammany Society into a

political machine. The anonymous "Vie de Joseph Balsamo" (Joseph

Basalmo was Cagliostro's name before he joined the Masons), first

recorded link of the Illuminati and the French Revolution, appears

in several European countries. Mozart's "The Magic Flute,"

containing Masonic elements, performed.

1792 -- Washington re-elected. War between France and Austria.

Louis XVI imprisoned in the Templars Temple tower. Massacres of

September, in which priests, bishops and others are killed.

Elections for the National Convention, a triumph for Robespierre

and his followers. France declared a Republic. First

Swedenborgian church in America. Catherine II outlaws Masonry in

Russia. "Life of Joseph Balsamo" translated into English in

Dublin. Assassination of Gustav III at the Stockholm opera.

1793 -- Year One of the French Republic; the year of the Terror,

Louis XVI found guilty of conspiracy, condemned to be executed.

French government kills thousands of its citizens. France

declares war on England and the Dutch United Provinces; war breaks

out with Spain and Austria; Russia and Prussia begin partition of

Poland. French food riots.

1794 -- Year Two; France passes laws distributing confiscated

property to the poor, leads victorious battle against Austrians.

Would-be assassin of Robespierre fires on Collot d'Herbois

instead; the next day a young girl arrested as suspected assassin;

she and 40 others sent to guillotine. Other attempts of

Robespierre's life; his enemies accuse him of attempting to have

himself declared divine by Catherine Theot, an old woman who

preached a mystery religion; Robespierre guillotined. Monroe

becomes minister to France. Whiskey rebellion in Pennsylvania to

protest liquor taxes.

1795 -- France makes peace with Prussia and Spain, invades

Holland. Napoleon suppresses revolt in Paris and goes to Italy as

Commander-in-Chief. Yazoo land fraud: bribed Georgia legislators

sell Mississippi.

1796 -- Adams elected President. Paine publishes letter critical

of Washington.

1798 -- Illuminati scare in New England. Knights of Malta lose

their island to Napoleon.

1800 -- Death of Thomas Waley, one of the last Hell Fire Club

leaders. Napoleon comes to power, allegedly through Illuminati

manipulation.

1805 to 1881 -- Life of Auguste Blanqui, French socialist, founder

of numerous secret societies modeled after Buonarroti.

1815 -- Napoleon's Waterloo. Secret societies which eventually

become the Decembrist Movement formed in Russian Masonic lodges.

1817 -- Suppression of the Lodge of Jupiter the Thunderer begins.

Irish immigrants force entry into Tammany Society, changing its

direction.

1818 -- Mar Shelley's "Frankenstein" published.

1819 -- American Independent Order of Odd Fellows founded.

Founding of National Freemasonry, the most important of several

Polish secret societies devoted to ousting the Russians from

Poland. Liberation of Columbia by Bolivar.

1822 -- Russian government suppresses Masonry. Equador liberated

by Bolivar.

1825 -- Decembrist movement suppressed in Russia after brief

uprising. Bolivar liberates Bolivia. Founding of Vienna bank by

Solmon Rothschild and Naples bank by Carl Rothschild.

1828 -- Tammany Society backs Andrew Jackson for President. Anti-

Masonic Party founded, first third-party in America. Attempted

assassination of Bolivar.

1829 -- Alleged Illuminati meeting in New York decides to unite

Atheists and Nihilists into Communist movement.

1830 -- Anti-Masonic conventions in Massachusetts and Vermont find

evidence linking Masonry with Illuminism. Book of Mormon

published. Weishaupt and Bolivar die.

1831 -- Anti-Masonic Party runs Wirt for President, assuring that

Mason Andrew Jackson would be re-elected. Poe dismissed from West

Point.

1833 -- Jackson orders U.S. funds withdrawn from Bank of the

United States, effectively killing the institution.

1835 -- The socialist League of the Just founded in Paris, later

becoming the Marxist Communist League. Attempted assassination of

Jackson with two single shot pistols, both of which jammed.

Revolver invented.

1844 -- Morse builds first practical telegraph. Bahai religion

begins when the Bab proclaims his mission in Persia.

1848 -- Fall of monarchy in France. Republic established in Rome.

Abdication of Ferdinand I in Austria. Revolts in Denmark,

Ireland, Lombardy, Schleswig-Holstein and Venice. Germany briefly

united in a parliament at Frankfort; unity destroyed by the King

of Prussia. Marx and Engles publish the "Communist Manifesto"

(allegedly commissioned by the Illuminati) and travel in France

and Germany encouraging discontent with the Establishment.

Woman's Suffrage Movement gets underway in Seneca Falls, New York.

Spiritualism born in Wayne County, New York, when the teenaged Fox

sisters communicate with poltergeists. Fortean tidbits: moon

turns "blood-red" during total eclipse; a great comet fails to

return at the time predicted; visions and "phantom soldiers" seen

in the skies of France and Scotland; Captain M'Quahae of H.M.S.

Daedalus reports seeing a "huge, unknown creature" in the ocean.

Gold discovered in California.

1849 to 1936 -- Life of Sir Basil Zaharoff, "mystery man of

Europe," who made a fortune as an armaments dealer and financier,

selling weapons to both sides in World War I and other conflicts.

1852 -- Benjamin becomes first professed Jew elected to Congress.

1859 -- Oil wells invented. Darwin's "Origin of Species"

published.

1860 -- Lincoln elected. Electric storage battery invented.

1860s -- Attempts to suppress the Mafia in Sicily are

unsuccessful.

1861 -- Confederate states secede; elect Jefferson Davis

president; Benjamin appointed Confederate Attorney General, later

Secretary of War. American Civil War begins. Emancipation of

serfs in Russia. Jacolliot writes about the Nine Unknown in

Calcutta. Gatling gun patented.

1862 -- Benjamin appointed Confederate Secretary of State.

1863 -- Rockfeller builds his first refinery.

1865 -- Assassination of Lincoln; Andrew Johnson becomes

president; "Booth" killed; coded message found among his effects;

the code key later found in possession of Benjamin, alleged

Rothschild agent. Civil War ends. Thirteenth amendment abolishes

slavery.

1866 -- Ku Klux Klan founded as a social club in Pulaski,

Tennessee. Benjamin flees to England. Death of Phineas Quimby,

magnetic healer, founder of Free Thought movement, teacher of Mary

Baker Eddy.

1867 -- Ku Klux Klan reorganized along political and racial lines

near Nashville, Tennessee.

1868 -- Assassination of Thomas D'Arcy McGee, first Canadian

political assassination.

1869 -- St. Germain allegedly completes 85 years in the Himalayas

after his "death." Mendeleev composes first periodic table of the

elements in Russia. U.S. transcontinental railroad completed.

1870 -- Standard Oil Company incorporated.

1875 -- "Whiskey Ring" conspiracy of distillery owners revealed.

Madam Blavatsky founds Theosophy Society. Mary Baker Eddy's

"Science and Health" published.

1875 to 1947 -- Life of Aleister Crowley, the Great Beast, Golden

Dawn leader and occult figure.

1876 -- Disraeli again warns about dangers of secret societies.

Battle of the Little Big Horn. Bell patents telephone. Otto

builds four-cycle gasoline engine.

1877 -- First of seven wills in which Cecil Rhodes leaves his

money to establish a secret society to expand British rule

throughout the world.

1878 to 1945 -- Life of Edgar Cayce, visionary, trance-channeler

who spoke of reincarnation, Egyptian mysteries, and Atlantis.

1881 -- Garfield assassinated. Czar Alexander II assassinated by

secret society. Disraeli publishes "Lothair," a novel about
secret societies and European politics. 1884 -- Fabian Society founded in London by Sidney and Beatrice Webb and others. 1885 -- First practical horseless carriage built by Daimler.
1887 -- Golden Dawn founded in London by Mathers and others.
Mitchelson-Morley experiement disproving ether theory.
1888 -- Unsolved murders of London prostitutes by "Jack the
Ripper," suspected of being one of those implicated in the
Cleveland Street Affair involving high-society Victorians and
their patronage of a brothel staffed by messenger boys.
1889 -- Second Communist International organized.
1890 -- Biologist Yersin visits India, purportedly to recieve
plague and cholera serum from the Nine Unknown. Wounded Knee massacre.
1891 -- Rhodes gains control of 90% of world's diamond supply.
The Round Tables, a secret society allegedly funded by Rhodes and
the Rothschilds to gain financial and political power, founded in
the U.S., Canada, Australia, India, South Africa and New Zealand.
Rockefeller grant founds University of Chicago. Nikola Tesla

invents Tesla coil, becomes U.S. citizen.

1892 -- Rockefeller trust transferred to holding company: Standard

Oil of New Jersey.

1893 -- Assassination of Chicago Mayor Harrison.

1894 -- Assassination of President Carnot of France.

1896 -- Maconi's patent No. 7777 for radio. First "flap year" for

UFOs: wave of sightings of unidentified airships in U.S.

1897 -- Assassination of Premier Canovas of Spain. Zionism

founded in Basil, Switzerland by Theodore Herzl.

1898 -- Assassination of Empress Elizabeth of Austria. Pavlov

begins study of conditioned reflex in dogs.

1899 -- Tesla discovers terrestrial stationary waves which can

produce electricity; reports receiving signals from another

planet. Alleged meeting in England at which the Morgans,

Rothschilds and Warburgs become affiliated.

1900 -- Assassination of King Umberto I of Italy and Kentucky

Governor-elect William Goebel. Tesla suggests alien beings might

be living "in the very midst of us." Boxer rebellion in China.

Approximate date Adolf Lanz founded the Order of New Templars, a

fore-runner of the Nazi mentality.

1901 -- Assassination of McKinley and Russian Education Minister

Bogolepov. Rockefeller Institute for Medical Research

(Rockefeller University) founded in New York. First trans-

Atlantic radio broadcast: Marconi sends the letter S.
1902 -- Assassination of Russian Minister of Interior Sipyagain.
Paul and Felix Warburg immigrate from Germany to the U.S.
Rockefeller General Education Board founded.
1903 -- Assassination of Bogdanovich, Governor of Ufa. "Protocols
of Elders of Zion," alleged plan for Jewish world takeover,
published in Russian newspaper. 1904 -- Assassination of Russian Premier Vischelev von Plehev.1905 -- Assassination of Grand Duke Sergius and Idaho Governor
Steunenberg. Abortive revolution in Russia. Expanded version of
"Protocols of Zion" published.
1906 -- Assassination of Russian General Dubrassov.
1907 -- Financial panic and depression allegedly caused by J.P.
Morgan to gain support for the central bank concept.
1908 -- Assassination of King Carl of Prussia and Crown Prince of
Portugal. FBI founded. Founding of the Armanen Initiates, another
proro-Nazi secret society.
1910 -- Attempted assassination of Mayor Gaynor of NYC. Secret
meeting of bankers and politicians at Jekyll Island, Georgia,
results in Federal Reserve Act.
1911 -- Assassination of Prime Minister Staliapin of Russia by
police double agent. Standard Oil of New Jersey broken up as
illegal monopoly.1912 -- Assassination of Primier Canalegas of Spain. Attempted
assassination of Teddy Roosevelt. Colonel E.M. House, adviser to
Woodrow Wilson, publishes "Philip Dru: Administrator," a political
romance which proposed modern social legislation. Founding of
Germanen Order, another pre-Nazi secret society.
1913 -- Assassination of George I of Greece. Rockefeller Foundation founded.
1914 -- Attempted assassination of Archduke Ferdinand of Austria
by Masonic agents, followed an hour later by successful
assassination; in Russia, Rasputin stabbed the same day. World War
I begins. 1915 -- Sinking of the Lusitania by German submarine; allegedly
carrying secret munitions for the Allies, the ship supposedly
sacrificed by British and American authorities to drum up war
hysteria in U.S. Alfred Wegener proposed theory of continental
drift, receives ridicule and contempt from his fellow scientists.
Ku Klux Klan revived.
1916 -- Assassination of Rasputin.

From "The Illuminoids" c. Neil Wilgus & various sources

Dreams in the Witch-House by H. P. Lovecraft

Dreams in the Witch-House




by H. P. Lovecraft


Written Jan-28 Feb 1932


Published July 1933 in Weird Tales, Vol. 22, No. 1, 86-111.
Whether the dreams brought on the fever or the fever brought on the dreams Walter Gilman did not know.Behind everything crouched the brooding, festering horror of the ancient town, and of the mouldy, unhallowed garret gable where he wrote and studied and wrestled with flgures and formulae when he was not tossing on the meagre iron bed. His ears were growing sensitive to a preternatural and intolerable degree, and he had long ago stopped the cheap mantel clock whose ticking had come to seem like a thunder of artillery. At night the subtle stirring of the black city outside, the sinister scurrying of rats inthe wormy partitions, and the creaking of hidden timbers in the centuried house, were enough to give hima sense of strident pandemonium. The darkness always teemed with unexplained sound - and yet hesometimes shook with fear lest the noises he heard should subside and allow him to hear certain otherfainter noises which he suspected were lurking behind them.He was in the changeless, legend-haunted city of Arkham, with its clustering gambrel roofs that sway andsag over attics where witches hid from the King's men in the dark, olden years of the Province. Nor wasany spot in that city more steeped in macabre memory than the gable room which harboured him - for itwas this house and this room which had likewise harboured old Keziah Mason, whose flight from SalemGaol at the last no one was ever able to explain. That was in 1692 - the gaoler had gone mad and babbledof a small white-fanged furry thing which scuttled out of Keziah's cell, and not even Cotton Mather couldexplain the curves and angles smeared on the grey stone walls with some red, sticky fluid Possibly Gilman ought not to have studied so hard. Non-Euclidean calculus and quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain, and when one mixes them with folklore, and tries to trace a strange background of multi-dimensional reality behind the ghoulish hints of the Gothic tales and the wild whispers of the chimney-corner, one can hardly expect to be wholly free from mental tension. Gilman came from Haverhill, but it was only after he had entered college in Arkham that he began to connect hismathematics with the fantastic legends of elder magic. Something in the air of the hoary town workedobscurely on his imagination. The professors at Miskatonic had urged him to slacken up, and had voluntarily cut down his course at several points. Moreover, they had stopped him from consulting the dubious old books on forbidden secrets that were kept under lock and key in a vault at the university library. But all these precautions came late in the day, so that Gilman had some terrible hints from the dreaded Necronomicon of Abdul Alhazred, the fragmentary Book of Eibon, and the suppressed Unaussprechlicken Kulten of von Junzt to correlate with his abstract formulae on the properties of space and the linkage of dimensions known and unknownHe knew his room was in the old Witch-House - that, indeed, was why he had taken it. There was much in Dreams in the Witch-House by H. P. Lovecraftthe Essex County records about Keziah Mason's trial, and what she had admitted under pressure to the Court of Oyer and Terminer had fascinated Gilman beyond all reason. She had told Judge Hathorne of lines and curves that could be made to point out directions leading through the walls of space to other spaces beyond, and had implied that such lines and curves were frequently used at certain midnight meetings in the dark valley of the white stone beyond Meadow Hill and on the unpeopled island in the river. She had spoken also of the Black Man, of her oath, and of her new secret name of Nahab. Then she had drawn those devices on the walls of her cell and vanished.Gilman believed strange things about Keziah, and had felt a queer thrill on learning that her dwelling was still standing after more than two hundred and thirty-five years. When he heard the hushed Arkham whispers about Keziah's persistent presence in the old house and the narrow streets, about the irregular human tooth-marks left on certain sleepers in that and other houses, about the childish cries heard near May-Eve, and Hallowmass, about the stench often noted in the old house's attic just after those dreaded seasons, and about the small, furry, sharp-toothed thing which haunted the mouldering structure and the town and nuzzled people curiously in the black hours before dawn, he resolved to live in the place at any cost. A room was easy to secure, for the house was unpopular, hard to rent, and long given over to cheap lodgings. Gilman could not have told what he expected to find there, but he knew he wanted to be in the building where some circumstance had more or less suddenly given a mediocre old woman of the Seventeenth Century an insight into mathematical depths perhaps beyond the utmost modern delvings of Planck, Heisenberg, Einstein, and de Sitter. He studied the timber and plaster walls for traces of cryptic designs at every accessible spot where the paper had peeled, and within a week managed to get the eastern attic room where Keziah was held to havepractised her spells. It had been vacant from the first - for no one had ever been willing to stay there long - but the Polish landlord had grown wary about renting it. Yet nothing whatever happened to Gilman till about the time of the fever. No ghostly Keziah flitted through the sombre halls and chambers, no small furry thing crept into his dismal eyrie to nuzzle him, and no record of the witch's incantations rewarded his constant search. Sometimes he would take walks through shadowy tangles of unpaved musty-smelling lanes where eldritch brown houses of unknown age leaned and tottered and leered mockingly through narrow, small-paned windows. Here he knew strange things had happened once, and there was a faint suggestion behind the surface that everything of that monstrous past might not - at least in the darkest, narrowest, and most intricately crooked alleys - have utterly perished. He also rowed out twice to the illregarded island in the river, and made a sketch of the singular angles described by the moss-grown rows of grey standing stones whose origin was so obscure and immemorial.Gilman's room was of good size but queerly irregular shape; the north wall slating perceptibly inward from the outer to the inner end, while the low ceiling slanted gently downward in the same direction.Aside from an obvious rat-hole and the signs of other stopped-up ones, there was no access - nor any appearance of a former avenue of access - to the space which must have existed between the slanting wall and the straight outer wall on the house's north side, though a view from the exterior showed where a window had heen boarded up at a very remote date. The loft above the ceiling - which must have had aslanting floor - was likewise inaccessible. When Gilman climbed up a ladder to the cob-webbed level loft above the rest of the attic he found vestiges of a bygone aperture tightly and heavily covered with ancient planking and secured by the stout wooden pegs common in Colonial carpentry. No amount of persuasion,however, could induce the stolid landlord to let him investigate either of these two closed spaces.As time wore along, his absorption in the irregular wall and ceiling of his room increased; for he began to read into the odd angles a mathematical significance which seemed to offer vague clues regarding their pnrpose. Old Keziah, he reflected, might have had excellent reasons for living in a room with peculiar angles; for was it not through certain angles that she claimed to have gone outside the boundaries of the world of space we know? His interest gradually veered away from the unplumbed voids beyond the slanting surfaces, since it now appeared that the purpose of those surfaces concerned the side he was on. The touch of brain-fever and the dreams began early in February. For some time, apparently, the curious angles of Gilman's room had been having a strange, almost hypnotic effect on him; and as the bleak winter advanced he had found himself staring more and more intently at the corner where the downslanting ceiling met the inward-slanting wall. About this period his inability to concentrate on his formal studies worried him considerably, his apprehensions about the mid-year examinations being very acute. But the exaggerated sense of bearing was scarcely less annoying. Life had become an insistent and almost unendurable cacophony, and there was that constant, terrifying impression of other sounds - perhaps from regions beyond life - trembling on the very brink of audibility. So far as concrete noises went, the rats in the ancient partitions were the worst. Sometimes their scratching seemed not only furtive but deliberate. When it came from beyond the slanting north wall it was mixed with a sort of dry rattling; and when it came from the century-closed loft above the slanting ceiling Gilman always braced himself as if expecting some horror which only bided its time before descending to engulf him utterly.The dreams were wholly beyond the pale of sanity, and Gilman fell that they must be a result, jointly, of his studies in mathematics and in folklore. He had been thinking too much about the vague regions which his formulae told him must lie beyond the three dimensions we know, and about the possibility that old Keziah Mason - guided by some influence past all conjecture - had actually found the gate to those regions. The yellowed country records containing her testimony and that of her accusers were so damnably suggestive of things beyond human experience - and the descriptions of the darting little furry object which served as her familiar were so painfully realistic despite their incredible details.That object - no larger than a good-sized rat and quaintly called by the townspeople "Brown Jenkins - seemed to have been the fruit of a remarkable case of sympathetic herd-delusion, for in 1692 no less than eleven persons had testified to glimpsing it. There were recent rumours, too, with a baffling and  disconcerting amount of agreement. Witnesses said it had long hair and the shape of a rat, but that its sharp-toothed, bearded face was evilly human while its paws were like tiny human hands. It took messages betwixt old Keziah and the devil, and was nursed on the witch's blood, which it sucked like a vampire. Its voice was a kind of loathsome titter, and it could speak all languages. Of all the bizarre monstrosities in Gilman's dreams, nothing filled him with greater panic and nausea than this blasphemous and diminutive hybrid, whose image flitted across his vision in a form a thousandfold more hateful than anything his waking mind had deduced from the ancient records and the modern whispers.Gilman's dreams consisted largely in plunges through limitless abysses of inexplicably coloured twilight Dreams in the Witch-House by H. P. Lovecraftand baffingly disordered sound; abysses whose material and gravitational properties, and whose relation to his own entity, he could not even begin to explain. He did not walk or climb, fly or swim, crawl orwriggle; yet always experienced a mode of motion partly voluntary and partly involuntary. Of his own condition he could not well judge, for sight of his arms, legs, and torso seemed always cut off by some odd disarrangement of perspective; but he felt that his physical organization and faculties were somehow marvellously transmuted and obliquely projected - though not without a certain grotesque relationship to his normal proportions and properties.The abysses were by no means vacant, being crowded with indescribably angled masses of alien-hued substance, some of which appeared to be organic while others seemed inorganic. A few of the organic objects tended to awake vague memories in the back of his mind, though he could form no conscious idea of what they mockingly resembled or suggested. In the later dreams he began to distinguish separate categories into which the organic objects appeared to be divided, and which seemed to involve in each case a radically different species of conduct-pattern and basic motivation. Of these categories one seemedto him to include objects slightly less illogical and irrelevant in their motions than the members of the other categories.All the objects - organic and inorganic alike - were totally beyond description or even comprehension. Gilman sometimes compared the inorganic matter to prisms, labyrinths, clusters of cubes and planes, andCyclopean buildings; and the organic things struck him variously as groups of bubbles, octopi, centipedes, living Hindoo idols, and intricate arabesques roused into a kind of ophidian animation. Everything he saw was unspeakably menacing and horrible; and whenever one of the organic entities appeared by its motions to be noticing him, he felt a stark, hideous fright which generally jolted him awake. Of how the organic entities moved, he could tell no more than of how he moved himself. In time he observed a further mystery - the tendency of certain entities to appear suddenly out of empty space, or to disappear totally with equal suddenness. The shrieking, roaring confusion of sound which permeatedthe abysses was past all analysis as to pitch, timbre or rhythm; but seemed to be synchronous with vague visual changes in all the indefinite objects, organic and inorganic alike. Gilman had a constant sense of dread that it might rise to some unbearable degree of intensity during one or another of its obscure, relentlessly inevitable fluctuations. But it was not in these vortices of complete alienage that he saw Brown Jenkin. That shocking little horror was reserved for certain lighter, sharper dreams which assailed him just before he dropped into the fullest depths of sleep. He would be lying in the dark fighting to keep awake when a faint lambent glow would seem to shimmer around the centuried room, showing in a violet mist the convergence of angled planes which had seized his brain so insidiously. The horror would appear to pop out of the rat-hole in the corner and patter toward him over the sagging, wide-planked floor with evil expectancy in its tiny, bearded human face; but mercifully, this dream always melted away before the object got close enough to nuzzle him. It had hellishly long, sharp, canine teeth; Gilman tried to stop up the rat-hole every day, but each night the real tenants of the partitions would gnaw away the obstruction, whatever it might be. Once hehad the landlord nail a tin over it, but the next night the rats gnawed a fresh hole, in making which theypushed or dragged out into the room a curious little fragment of bone.Gilman did not report his fever to the doctor, for he knew he could not pass the examinations if ordered to the college infirmary when every moment was needed for cramming. As it was, he failed in Calculus D and Advanced General Psychology, though not without hope of making up lost ground before the end of the term. It was in March when the fresh element entered his lighter preliminary dreaming, and the nightmare shape of Brown Jenkin began to be companioned by the nebulous blur which grew more and more to resemble a bent old woman. This addition disturbed him more than he could account for, but finally he decided that it was like an ancient crone whom he had twice actually encountered in the dark tangle of lanes near the abandoned wharves. On those occasions the evil, sardonic, and seemingly unmotivated stare of then beldame had set him almost shivering - especially the first time when an overgrown rat darting across the shadowed mouth of a neighbouring alley had made him think irrationally of Brown Jenkin. Now, he reflected, those nervous fears were being mirrored in his disordered dreams. That the influence of the old house was unwholesome he could not deny, but traces of his early morbid interest still held him there. He argued that the fever alone was responsible for his nightly fantasies, and that when the touch abated he would be free from the monstrous visions. Those visions, however, were of absorbing vividness and convincingness, and whenever he awaked he retained a vague sense of having undergone much more than he remembered. He was hideously sure that in unrecalled dreams he had talked with both Brown Jenkin and the old woman, and that they had been urging him to go somewhere with them and to meet a third being of greater potency.Toward the end of March he began to pick up in his mathematics, though the other stndies bothered him increasingly. He was getting an intuitive knack for solving Riemannian equations, and astonished Professor Upham by his comprehension of fourth-dimensional and other problems which had floored all the rest of the class. One afternoon there was a discussion of possible freakish curvatures in space, and of theoretical points of approach or even contact between our part of the cosmos and various other regions as distant as the farthest stars or the transgalactic gulfs themselves - or even as fabulously remote as the tentatively conceivable cosmic units beyond the whole Einsteinian space-time continuum. Gilman's handling of this theme filled everyone with admiration, even though some of his hypothetical illustrations caused an increase in the always plentiful gossip about his nervous and solitary eccentricity. What made the students shake their heads was his sober theory that a man might - given mathematical knowledge admittedly beyond all likelihood of human acquirement - step deliberately from the earth to any other celestial body which might lie at one of an infinity of specifc points in the cosmic pattern. Such a step, he said, would require only two stages; first, a passage out of the three-dimensional sphere we know, and second, a passage back to the three-dimensional sphere at another point, perhaps one of infinite remoteness. That this could be accomplished without loss of life was in many cases conceivable.Any being from any part of three-dimensional space could probably survive in the fourth dimension; and its survival of the second stage would depend upon what alien part of three-dimensional space it might select for its re-entry. Denizens of some planets might be able to live on certain others - even planets belonging to other galaxies, or to similar dimensional phases of other space-time continua - though of course there must be vast numbers of mutually uninhabitable even though mathematically juxtaposebodies or zones of space. It was also possible that the inhabitants of a given dimensional realm could survive entry to many unknown and incomprehensible realms of additional or indefinitely multiplied dimensions - be they within or outside the given space-time continuum - and that the converse would be likewise true. This was a matter for speculation, though one could be fairly certain that the type of mutation involved in a passage from any given dimensional plane to the next higher one would not be destructive of biological integrity as we understand it. Gilman could not be very clear about his reasons for this last assumption, but his haziness here was more than overbalanced by his clearness on other complex points. Professor Upham
especially liked his demonstration of the kinship of higher mathematics to certain phases of magical lore transmitted down the ages from an ineffable antiquity - human or pre-human - whose knowledge of the cosmos and its laws was greater than ours. Around 1 April Gilman worried cosiderably because his slow fever did not abate. He was also troubled by
what some of his fellow lodgers said about his sleep-walking. It seened that he was often absent from his bed and that the creaking of his floor at certain hours of the night was remarked by the man in the room below. This fellow also spoke of hearing the tread of shod feet in the night; but Gilman was sure he must have been mistaken in this, since shoes as well as other apparel were always precisely in place in the morning. One could develop all sorts of aural delusions in this morbid old house - for did not Gilman himself, even in daylight, now feel certain that noises other than rat-scratching came from the black voids beyond the slanting wall and above the slanting ceiling? His pathologically sensitive ears began to listen for faint footfalls in the immemorially sealed loft overhead, and sometimes the illusion of such things was agonizingly realistic. However, he knew that he had actually become a somnambulist; for twice at night his room had been found vacant, though with all his clothing in place. Of this he had been assured by Frank Elwood, the one fellow-student whose poverty forced him to room in this squalid and unpopular house. Elwood had been studying in the small hours and had come up for help on a differential equation, only to find Gilman absent. It had been rather presumptuous of him to open the unlocked door after knocking had failed to rouse a response, but he had needed the help very badly and thought that his host would not mind a gentle prodding awake. On neither occasion, though, had Gilman been there; and when told of the matter he wondered where he could have been wandering, barefoot and with only his night clothes on. He resolved to investigate the matter if reports of his sleep-walking continued, and thought of sprinkling flour on the floor of the corridor to see where his footsteps might lead. The door was the only conceivable egress, for there was no possible foothold outside the narrow window. As April advanced, Gilman's fever-sharpened ears were disturbed by the whining prayers of a superstitious loom-fixer named Joe Mazurewicz who had a room on the ground floor. Mazurewicz had told long, rambling stories about the ghost of old Keziah and the furry sharp-fanged, nuzzling thing, and had said he was so badly haunted at times that only his silver crucifix - given him for the purpose by Father Iwanicki of St. Stanislaus' Church - could bring him relief. Now he was praying because the
Witches' Sabbath was drawing near. May Eve was Walpurgis Night, when hell's blackest evil roamed the earth and all the slaves of Satan gathered for nameless rites and deeds. It was always a very bad lime in Arkham, even though the fine folks up in Miskatonic Avenue and High and Saltonstall Streets pretended to know nothing about it. There would be bad doings, and a child or two would probably be missing. Joe knew about such things, for his grandmother in the old country had heard tales from her grandmother. It was wise to pray and count one's beads at this season. For three months Keziah and Brown Jenkin had not
been near Joe's room, nor near Paul Choynski's room, nor anywhere else - and it meant no good when they held off like that. They must be up to something. Gilman dropped in at the doctor's office on the sixteenth of the month, and was surprised to find his temperature was not as high as he had feared. The physician questioned him sharply, and advised him to
see a nerve specialist. On reflection, he was glad he had not consulted the still more inquisitive college doctor. Old Waldron, who had curtailed his activities before, would have made him take a rest - an impossible thing now that he was so close to great results in his equations. He was certainly near the boundary between the known universe and the fourth dimension, and who could say how much farther he might go? But even as these thoughts came to him he wondered at the source of his strange confidence. Did all of this perilous sense of immininence come from the formulae on the sheets he covered day by day? The soft, stealthy, imaginary footsteps in the sealed loft above were unnerving. And now, too, there was a
growing feeling that somebody was constantly persuading him to do something terrible which he could not do. How about the somnambulism? Where did he go sometimes in the night? And what was that faint suggestion of sound which once in a while seemed to trickle through the confusion of identifiable sounds even in broad daylight and full wakefulness? Its rhythm did not correspond to anything on earth, unless perhaps to the cadence of one or two unmentionable Sabbat-chants, and sometimes he feared it corresponded to certain attributes of the vague shrieking or roaring in those wholly alien abysses of dream. The dreams were meanwhile getting to be atrocious. In the lighter preliminary phase the evil old woman
was now of fiendish distinctness, and Gilman knew she was the one who had frightened him in the slums. Her bent back, long nose, and shrivelled chin were unmistakable, and her shapeless brown garments were like those he remembered. The expression on her face was one of hideous malevolence and exultation, and when he awaked he could recall a croaking voice that persuaded and threatened. He must meet the Black Man and go with them all to the throne of Azathoth at the centre of ultimate chaos. That was what she said. He must sign the book of Azathoth in his own blood and take a new secret name now that his independent delvings had gone so far. What kept him from going with her and Brown Jenkin and the other to the throne of Chaos where the thin flutes pipe mindlessly was the fact that he had seen the name "Azathoth" in the Necronomicon, and knew it stood for a primal evil too horrible for description.The old woman always appeared out of thin air near the corner where the downward slant met the inward


slant. She seemed to crystallize at a point closer to the ceiling than to the floor, and every night she was a


little nearer and more distinct before the dream shifted. Brown Jenkin, too was always a little nearer at the


last, and its yellowish-white fangs glistened shockingly in that unearthly violet phosphorescence. Its shrill
loathsome tittering struck more and more into Gilman's head, and he could remember in the morning how it had pronounced the words "Azathoth" and "Nyarlathotep".
In the deeper dreams everything was likewise more distinct, and Gilman felt that the twilight abysses around him were those of the fourth dimension. Those organic entities whose motions seemed least flagrantly irrelevant and unmotivated were probably projections of life-forms from our own planet,including human beings. What the others were in their own dimensional sphere or spheres he dared not try to think. Two of the less irrelevantly moving things - a rather large congeries of iridescent, prolately spheroidal bubbles and a very much smaller polyhedron of unknown colours and rapidly shifting surface
angles - seemed to take notice of him and follow him about or float ahead as he changed position among the titan prisms, labyrinths, cube-and-plane clusters and quasi-buildings; and all the while the vague shrieking and roaring waxed louder and louder, as if approaching some monstrous climax of utterly unendurable intensity. During the night of 19-20 April the new development occurred. Gilman was half involuntarily moving about in the twilight abysses with the bubble-mass and the small polyhedron floating ahead when he noticed the peculiarly regular angles formed by the edges of some gigantic neighbouring prism-clusters. In another second he was out of the abyss and standing tremulously on a rocky hillside bathed in intense,
diffused green light. He was barefooted and in his nightclothes. and when he tried to walk discovered that he could scarcely lift his feet. A swirling vapour hid everything but the immediate sloping terrain from sight, and he shrank from the thought of the sounds, that might surge out of that vapour. Then he saw the two shapes laboriously crawling toward him - the old woman and the little furry thing. The crone strained up to her knees and managed to cross her arms in a singular fashion, while Brown Jenkin pointed in a certain direction with a horribly anthropoid forepaw which it raised with evident difficulty. Spurred by an impulse he did not originate, Gilman dragged himself forward along a course determined by the angle of the old woman's arms and the direction of the small monstrosity's paw, and before he had shuffled three steps he was back in the twilight abysses. Geometrical shapes seethed around
him, and he fell dizzily and interminably. At last he woke in his bed in the crazily angled garret of the eldritch old house. He was good for nothing that morning, and stayed away from all his classes. Some unknown attraction was pulling his eyes in a seemingly irrelevant direction, for he could not help staring at a certain vacant spot on the floor. As the day advanced, the focus of his unseeing eyes changed position, and by noon he had conquered the impulse to stare at vacancy. About two o'clock he went out for lunch and as he threaded the narrow lanes of the city he found himself turning always to the southeast. Only an effort halted him at a cafeteria in Church Street, and after the meal he felt the unknown pull still more strongly. He would have to consult a nerve specialist after all - perhaps there was a connection with his


somnambulism - but meanwhile he might at least try to break the morbid spell himself. Undoubtedly he


could still manage to walk away from the pull, so with great resolution he headed against it and dragged


himself deliberately north along Garrison Street. By the time he had reached the bridge over the Miskatonic he was in a cold perspiration, and he clutched at the iron railing as he gazed upstream at the illregarded island whose regular lines of ancient standing stones brooded sullenly in the afternoon sunlight. Then he gave a start. For there was a clearly visible living figure on that desolate island, and a second glance told him it was certainly the strange old woman whose sinister aspect had worked itself so disastrously into his dreams. The tall grass near her was moving, too, as if some other living thing were crawling close to the ground. When the old woman began to turn toward him he fled precipitately off the bridge and into the shelter of the town's labyrinthine waterfront alleys. Distant though the island was, he
felt that a monstrous and invincible evil could flow from the sardonic stare of that bent, ancient figure in


brown.


The southeastwards pull still held, and only with tremendous resolution could Gilman drag himself into the old house and up the rickety stairs. For hours he sat silent and aimless, with his eyes shifting gradually westward. About six o'clock his sharpened ears caught the whining prayers of Joe Mazurewicz two floors below, and in desperation he seized his hat and walked out into the sunset-golden streets, letting the now directly southward pull carry him where it might. An hour later darkness found him in the open fields beyond Hangman's Brook, with the glimmering spring stars shining ahead. The urge to walk was gradually changing to an urge to leap mystically into space, and suddenly he realized just where the source of the pull lay.  It was in the sky. A definite point among the stars had a claim on him and was calling him. Apparently it was a point somewhere between Hydra and Argo Navis, and he knew that he had been urged toward it ever since he had awaked soon after dawn. In the morning it had been underfoot, and now it was roughly


south but stealing toward the west. What was the meaning of this new thing? Was he going mad? How


long would it last? Again mustering his resolution, Gilman turned and dragged himself back to the sinister


old house.


Mazurewicz was waiting for him at the door, and seemed both anxious and reluctant to whisper some


fresh bit of superstition. It was about the witch-light. Joe had been out celebrating the night before - and it


was Patriots' Day in Massachusetts - and had come home after midnight. Looking up at the house from


outside, he had thought at first that Gilman's window was dark, but then he had seen the faint violet glow


within. He wanted to warn the gentleman about that glow, for everybody in Arkham knew it was Keziah's


witch-light which played near Brown Jenkin and the ghost of the old crone herself. He had not mentioned


this before, but now he must tell about it because it meant that Keziah and her long-toothed familiar were


haunting the young gentleman. Sometimes he and Paul Choynski and Landlord Dombrowski thought they


saw that light seeping out of cracks in the sealed loft above the young gentleman's room, but they had all


agreed not to talk about that. However, it would be better for the gentleman to take another room and get


a crucifix from some good priest like Father Iwanicki.


As the man rambled on, Gilman felt a nameless panic clutch at his throat. He knew that Joe must have


been half drunk when he came home the night before; yet the mention of a violet light in the garret


window was of frightful import. It was a lambent glow of this sort which always played about the old


woman and the small furry thing in those lighter, sharper dreams which prefaced his plunge into unknown


abysses, and the thought that a wakeful second person could see the dream-luminance was utterly beyond


sane harborage. Yet where had the fellow got such an odd notion? Had he himself talked as well as


walked around the house in his sleep? No, Joe said, he had not - but he must check up on this. Perhaps


Frank Elwood could tell him something, though he hated to ask.


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Fever - wild dreams - somnambulism - illusions of sounds - a pull toward a point in the sky - and now a


suspicion of insane sleep-talking! He must stop studying, see a nerve specialist, and take himself in hand.


When he climbed to the second storey he paused at Elwood's door but saw that the other youth was out.


Reluctantly he continued up to his garret room and sat down in the dark. His gaze was still pulled to the


southward, but he also found himself listening intently for some sound in the closed loft above, and half


imagining that an evil violet light seeped down through an infinitesimal crack in the low, slanting ceiling.


That night as Gilman slept, the violet light broke upon him with heightened intensity, and the old witch


and small furry thing, getting closer than ever before, mocked him with inhuman squeals and devilish


gestures. He was glad to sink into the vaguely roaring twilight abysses, though the pursuit of that


iridescent bubble-congeries and that kaleidoscopic little polyhedron was menacing and irritating. Then


came the shift as vast converging planes of a slippery-looking substance loomed above and below him - a


shift which ended in a flash of delirium and a blaze of unknown, alien light in which yellow, carmine, and


indigo were madly and inextricably blended.


He was half lying on a high, fantastically balustraded terrace above a boundless jungle of outlandish,


incredible peaks, balanced planes, domes, minarets, horizontal disks poised on pinnacles, and numberless


forms of still greater wildness - some of stone and some of metal - which glittered gorgeously in the


mixed, almost blistering glare from a poly-chromatic sky. Looking upward he saw three stupendous disks


of flame, each of a different hue, and at a different height above an infinitely distant curving horizon of


low mountains. Behind him tiers of higher terraces towered aloft as far as he could see. The city below


stretched away to the limits of vision, and he hoped that no sound would well up from it.


The pavement from which he easily raised himself was a veined polished stone beyond his power to


identify, and the tiles were cut in bizarre-angled shapes which struck himm as less asymmetrical than


based on some unearthly symmetry whose laws he could not comprehend. The balustrade was chest-high,


delicate, and fantastically wrought, while along the rail were ranged at short intervals little figures of


grotesque design and exquisite workmanship. They, like the whole balustrade, seemed to be made of


some sort of shining metal whose colour could not be guessed in the chaos of mixed effulgences, and


their nature utterly defied conjecture. They represented some ridged barrel-shaped objects with thin


horizontal arms radiating spoke-like from a central ring and with vertical knobs or bulbs projecting from


the head and base of the barrel. Each of these knobs was the hub of a system of five long, flat, triangularly


tapering arms arranged around it like the arms of a starfish - nearly horizontal, but curving slightly away


from the central barrel. The base of the bottom knob was fused to the long railing with so delicate a point


of contact that several figures had been broken off and were missing. The figures were about four and a


half inches in height, while the spiky arms gave them a maximum diameter of about two and a half


inches.


When Gilman stood up, the tiles felt hot to his bare feet. He was wholly alone, and his first act was to


walk to the balustrade and look dizzily down at the endless, Cyclopean city almost two thousand feet


below. As he listened he thought a rhythmic confusion of faint musical pipings covering a wide tonal


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place. The sight turned him giddy after a while, so that he would have fallen to the pavement had he not


clutched instinctively at the lustrous balustrade. His right hand fell on one of the projecting figures, the


touch seeming to steady him slightly. It was too much, however, for the exotic delicacy of the metalwork,


and the spiky figure snapped off under his grasp. Still half dazed, he continued to clutch it as his


other hand seized a vacant space on the smooth railing.


But now his over-sensitive ears caught something behind him, and he looked back across the level terrace.


Approaching him softly though without apparent furtiveness were five figures, two of which were the


sinister old woman and the fanged, furry little animal. The other three were what sent him unconscious;


for they were living entities about eight feet high, shaped precisely like the spiky images on the


balustrade, and propelling themselves by a spider-like wriggling of their lower set of starfish-arms.


Gilman awoke in his bed, drenched by a cold perspiration and with a smarting sensation in his face, hands


and feet. Springing to the floor, he washed and dressed in frantic haste, as if it were necessary for him to


get out of the house as quickly as possible. He did not know where he wished to go, but felt that once


more he would have to sacrifice his classes. The odd pull toward that spot in the sky between Hydra and


Argo had abated, but another of even greater strength had taken its place. Now he felt that he must go


north - infinitely north. He dreaded to cross the bridge that gave a view of the desolate island in the


Miskatonic, so went over the Peabody Avenue bridge. Very often he stumbled, for his eyes and ears were


chained to an extremely lofty point in the blank blue sky.


After about an hour he got himself under better control, and saw that he was far from the city. All around


him stretched the bleak emptiness of salt marshes, while the narrow road ahead led to Innsmouth - that


ancient, half-deserted town which Arkham people were so curiously unwilling to visit. Though the


northward pull had not diminished, he resisted it as he had resisted the other pull, and finally found that


he could almost balance the one against the other. Plodding back to town and getting some coffee at a


soda fountain, he dragged himself into the public library and browsed aimlessly among the lighter


magazines. Once he met some friends who remarked how oddly sunburned he looked, but he did not tell


them of his walk. At three o'clock he took some lunch at a restaurant, noting meanwhile that the pull had


either lessened or divided itself. After that he killed the time at a cheap cinema show, seeing the inane


performance over and over again without paying any attention to it.


About nine at night he drifted homeward and shuffled into the ancient house. Joe Mazurewicz was


whining unintelligible prayers, and Gilman hastened up to his own garret chamber without pausing to see


if Elwood was in. It was when he turned on the feeble electric light that the shock came. At once he saw


there was something on the table which did not belong there, and a second look left no room for doubt.


Lying on its side - for it could not stand up alone - was the exotic spiky figure which in his monstrous


dream he had broken off the fantastic balustrade. No detail was missing. The ridged, barrel-shaped center,


the thin radiating arms, the knobs at each end, and the flat, slightly outward-curving starfish-arms


spreading from those knobs - all were there. In the electric light the colour seemed to be a kind of


iridescent grey veined with green; and Gilman could see amidst his horror and bewilderment that one of


the knobs ended in a jagged break, corresponding to its former point of attachment to the dream-railing.


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Only his tendency toward a dazed stupor prevented him from screaming aloud. This fusion of dream and


reality was too much to bear. Still dazed, he clutched at the spiky thing and staggered downstairs to


Landlord Dombrowski's quarters. The whining prayers of the superstitious loom-fixer were still sounding


through the mouldy halls, but Gilman did not mind them now. The landlord was in, and greeted him


pleasantly. No, he had not seen that thing before and did not know anything about it. But his wife had said


she found a funny tin thing in one of the beds when she fixed the rooms at noon, and maybe that was it.


Dombrowski called her, and she waddled in. Yes, that was the thing. She had found it in the young


gentleman's bed - on the side next the wall. It had looked very queer to her, but of course the young


gentleman had lots of queer things in his room - books and curios and pictures and markings on paper.


She certainly knew nothing about it.


So Gilman climbed upstairs again in mental turmoil, convinced that he was either still dreaming or that


his somnambulism had run to incredible extremes and led him to depredations in unknown places. Where


had he got this outré thing? He did not recall seeing it in any museum in Arkham. It must have been


somewhere, though; and the sight of it as he snatched it in his sleep must have caused the odd dreampicture


of the balustraded terrace. Next day he would make some very guarded inquiries - and perhaps see


the nerve specialist.


Meanwhile he would try to keep track of his somnambulism. As he went upstairs and across the garret


hall he sprinkled about some flour which he had borrowed - with a frank admission as to its purpose -


from the landlord. He had stopped at Elwood's door on the way, but had found all dark within. Entering


his room, he placed the spiky thing on the table, and lay down in complete mental and physical


exhaustion without pausing to undress. From the closed loft above the slating ceiling he thought he heard


a faint scratching and padding, but he was too disorganized even to mind it. That cryptical pull from the


north was getting very strong again, though it seemed now to come from a lower place in the sky.


In the dazzling violet light of dream the old woman and the fanged, furry thing came again and with a


greater distinctness than on any former occasion. This time they actually reached him, and he felt the


crone's withered claws clutching at him. He was pulled out of bed and into empty space, and for a


moment he heard a rhythmic roaring and saw the twilight amorphousness of the vague abysses seething


around him. But that moment was very brief, for presently he was in a crude, windowless little space with


rough beams and planks rising to a peak just above his head, and with a curious slanting floor underfoot.


Propped level on that floor were low cases full of books of every degree of antiquity and disintegration,


and in the centre were a table and bench, both apparently fastened in place. Small objects of unknown


shape and nature were ranged on the tops of the cases, and in the flaming violet light Gilman thought he


saw a counterpart of the spiky image which had puzzled him so horribly. On the left the floor fell abruptly


away, leaving a black triangular gulf out of which, after a second's dry rattling, there presently climbed


the hateful little furry thing with the yellow fangs and bearded human face.


The evilly-grinning beldame still clutched him, and beyond the table stood a figure he had never seen


before - a tall, lean man of dead black colouration but without the slightest sign of negroid features:


wholly devoid of either hair or beard, and wearing as his only garment a shapeless robe of some heavy


black fabric. His feet were indistinguishable because of the table and bench, but he must have been shod,


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since there was a clicking whenever he changed position. The man did not speak, and bore no trace of


expression on his small, regular features. He merely pointed to a book of prodigious size which lay open


on the table, while the beldame thrust a huge grey quill into Gilman's right hand. Over everything was a


pall of intensely maddening fear, and the climax was reached when the furry thing ran up the dreamer's


clothing to his shoulders and then down his left arm, finally biting him sharply in the wrist just below his


cuff. As the blood spurted from this wound Gilman lapsed into a faint.


He awaked on the morning of the twenty-second with a pain in his left wrist, and saw that his cuff was


brown with dried blood. His recollections were very confused, but the scene with the black man in the


unknown space stood out vividly. The rats must have bitten him as he slept, giving rise to the climax of


that frightful dream. Opening the door, he saw that the flour on the corridor floor was undisturbed except


for the huge prints of the loutish fellow who roomed at the other end of the garret. So he had not been


sleep-walking this time. But something would have to be done about those rats. He would speak to the


landlord about them. Again he tried to stop up the hole at the base of the slanting wall, wedging in a


candlestick which seemed of about the right size. His ears were ringing horribly, as if with the residual


echoes of some horrible noise heard in dreams.


As he bathed and changed clothes he tried to recall what he had dreamed after the scene in the violet-litten


space, but nothing definite would crystallize in his mind. That scene itself must have corresponded to the


sealed loft overhead, which had begun to attack his imagination so violently, but later impressions were


faint and hazy. There were suggestions of the vague, twilight abysses, and of still vaster, blacker abysses


beyond them - abysses in which all fixed suggestions were absent. He had been taken there by the bubblecongeries


and the little polyhedron which always dogged him; but they, like himself, had changed to


wisps of mist in this farther void of ultimate blackness. Something else had gone on ahead - a larger wisp


which now and then condensed into nameless approximations of form - and he thought that their progress


had not been in a straight line, but rather along the alien curves and spirals of some ethereal vortex which


obeyed laws unknown to the physics and mathematics of any conceivable cosmos. Eventually there had


been a hint of vast, leaping shadows, of a monstrous, half-acoustic pulsing, and of the thin, monotonous


piping of an unseen flute - but that was all. Gilman decided he had picked up that last conception from


what he had read in the Necronomicon about the mindless entity Azathoth, which rules all time and space


from a black throne at the centre of Chaos.


When the blood was washed away the wrist wound proved very slight, and Gilman puzzled over the


location of the two tiny punctures. It occurred to him that there was no blood on the bedspread where he


had lain - which was very curious in view of the amount on his skin and cuff. Had he been sleep-walking


within his room, and had the rat bitten him as he sat in some chair or paused in some less rational


position? He looked in every corner for brownish drops or stains, but did not find any. He had better, he


thought, spinkle flour within the room as well as outside the door - though after all no further proof of his


sleep-walking was needed. He knew he did walk and the thing to do now was to stop it. He must ask


Frank Elwood for help. This morning the strange pulls from space seemed lessened, though they were


replaced by another sensation even more inexplicable. It was a vague, insistent impulse to fly away from


his present situation, but held not a hint of the specific direction in which he wished to fly. As he picked


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even so, it was wholly overruled by the newer and more bewildering urge.


He took the spiky image down to Elwood's room, steeling himself against the whines of the loom-fixer


which welled up from the ground floor. Elwood was in, thank heaven, and appeared to be stirring about.


There was time for a little conversation before leaving for breakfast and college, so Gilman hurriedly


poured forth an account of his recent dreams and fears. His host was very sympathetic, and agreed that


something ought to be done. He was shocked by his guest's drawn, haggard aspect, and noticed the queer,


abnormal-looking sunburn which others had remarked during the past week.


There was not much, though, that he could say. He had not seen Gilman on any sleep-walking expedition,


and had no idea what the curious image could be. He had, though, heard the French-Canadian who lodged


just under Gilman talking to Mazurewicz one evening. They were telling each other how badly they


dreaded the coming of Walpurgis Night, now only a few days off; and were exchanging pitying


comments about the poor, doomed young gentleman. Desrochers, the fellow under Gilman's room, had


spoken of nocturnal footsteps shod and unshod, and of the violet light he saw one night when he had


stolen fearfully up to peer through Gilman's keyhole. He had not dared to peer, he told Mazurewicz, after


he had glimpsed that light through the cracks around the door. There had been soft talking, too - and as he


began to describe it his voice had sunk to an inaudible whisper.


Elwood could not imagine what had set these superstitious creatures gossiping, but supposed their


imaginations had been roused by Gilman's late hours and somnolent walking and talking on the one hand,


and by the nearness of traditionally-feared May Eve on the other hand. That Gilman talked in his sleep


was plain, and it was obviously from Desrochers' keyhole listenings that the delusive notion of the violet


dream-light had got abroad. These simple people were quick to imagine they had seen any odd thing they


had heard about. As for a plan of action - Gilman had better move down to Elwood's room and avoid


sleeping alone. Elwood would, if awake, rouse him whenever he began to talk or rise in his sleep. Very


soon, too, he must see the specialist. Meanwhile they would take the spiky image around to the various


museums and to certain professors; seeking identification and slating that it had been found in a public


rubbish-can. Also, Dombrowski must attend to the poisoning of those rats in the walls.


Braced up by Elwood's companionship, Gilman attended classes that day. Strange urges still tugged at


him, but he could sidetrack them with considerable success. During a free period he showed the queer


image to several professors, all of whom were intensely interested, though none of them could shed any


light upon its nature or origin. That night he slept on a couch which Elwood had had the landlord bring to


the second-storey room, and for the first time in weeks was wholly free from disquieting dreams. But the


feverishness still hung on, and the whines of the loom-fixer were an unnerving influence.


During the next few days Gilman enjoyed an almost perfect immunity from morbid manifestations. He


had, Elwood said, showed no tendency to talk or rise in his sleep; and meanwhile the landlord was putting


rat-poison everywhere. The only disturbing element was the talk among the superstitious foreigners,


whose imaginations had become highly excited. Mazurewicz was always trying to make him get a


crucifix, and finally forced one upon him which he said had been blessed by the good Father Iwanicki.


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vacant room above him on the first and second nights of Gilinan's absence from it. Paul Choynski thought


he heard sounds in the halls and on the stairs at night, and claimed that his door had been softly tried,


while Mrs. Dombrowski vowed she had seen Brown Jenkin for the first time since All-Hallows. But such


naïve reports could mean very little, and Gilman let the cheap metal crucifix hang idly from a knob on his


host's dresser.


For three days Gilman and Elwood canvassed the local museums in an effort to identify the strange spiky


image, but always without success. In every quarter, however, interest was intense; for the utter alienage


of the thing was a tremendous challenge to scientific curiosity. One of the small radiating arms was


broken off and subjected to chemical analysis. Professor Ellery found platinum, iron and tellurium in the


strange alloy; but mixed with these were at least three other apparent elements of high atomic weight


which chemistry was absolutely powerless to classify. Not only did they fail to correspond with any


known element, but they did not even fit the vacant places reserved for probable elements in the periodic


system. The mystery remains unsolved to this day, though the image is on exhibition at the museum of


Miskatonic University.


On the morning of April twenty-seventh a fresh rat-bole appeared in the room where Gilman was a guest,


but Dombrowski tinned it up during the day. The poison was not having much effect, for scratchings and


scurryings in the walls were virtually undiminished.


Elwood was out late that night, and Gilman waited up for him. He did not wish to go to sleep in a room


alone - especially since he thought he had glimpsed in the evening twilight the repellent old woman


whose image had become so horribly transferred to his dreams. He wondered who she was, and what had


been near her rattling the tin can in a rubbish-heap at the mouth of a squalid courtyard. The crone had


seemed to notice him and leer evilly at him - though perhaps this was merely his imagination.


The next day both youths felt very tired, and knew they would sleep like logs when night came. In the


evening they drowsily discussed the mathematical studies which had so completely and perhaps


harmfully engrossed Gilman, and speculated about the linkage with ancient magic and folklore which


seemed so darkly probable. They spoke of old Keziah Mason, and Elwood agreed that Gilman had good


scientific grounds for thinking she might have stumbled on strange and significant information. The


hidden cults to which these witches belonged often guarded and handed down surprising secrets from


elder, forgotten eons; and it was by no means impossible that Keziah had actually mastered the art of


passing through dimensional gates. Tradition emphasizes the uselessness of material barriers in halting a


witch's notions, and who can say what underlies the old tales of broomstick rides through the night?


Whether a modern student could ever gain similar powers from mathematical research alone, was still to be seen. Suceess, Gilman added, might lead to dangerous and unthinkable situations, for who could foretell the conditions pervading an adjacent but normally inaccessible dimension? On the other hand, the picturesque possibilities were enormous. Time could not exist in certain belts of space, and by entering and remaining in such a belt one might preserve one's life and age indefinitely; never suffering organic metabolism or deterioration except for slight amounts incurred during visits to one's own or similar planes. One might, for example, pass into a timeless dimension and emerge at some remote period of the earth's history as young as before. Whether anybody had ever managed to do this, one could hardly conjecture with any degree of authority. Old legends are hazy and ambiguous, and in historic times all attempts at crossing forbidden gaps seem complicated by strange and terrible alliances with beings and messengers from outside. There was the


immemorial figure of the deputy or messenger of hidden and terrible powers - the "Black Man" of the


witch-cult, and the "Nyarlathotep" of the Necronomicon. There was, too, the baffling problem of the


lesser messengers or intermediaries - the quasi-animals and queer hybrids which legend depicts as


witches' familiars. As Gilman and Elwood retired, too sleepy to argue further, they heard Joe Mazurewicz


reel into the house half drunk, and shuddered at the desperate wildness of his whining prayers.


That night Gilman saw the violet light again. In his dream he had heard a scratching and gnawing in the


partitions, and thought that someone fumbled clumsily at the latch. Then he saw the old woman and the


small furry thing advancing toward him over the carpeted floor. The beldame's face was alight with


inhuman exultation, and the little yellow-toothed morbidity tittered mockingly as it pointed at the heavilysleeping


form of Elwood on the other couch across the room. A paralysis of fear stifled all attempts to cry


out. As once before, the hideous crone seized Gilman by the shoulders, yanking him out of bed and into


empty space. Again the infinitude of the shrieking abysses flashed past him, but in another second he


thought he was in a dark, muddy, unknown alley of foetid odors with the rotting walls of ancient houses towering up on every hand.Ahead was the robed black man he had seen in the peaked space in the other dream, while from a lesser distance the old woman was beckoning and grimacing imperiously. Brown Jenkin was rubbing itself with a kind of affectionate playfulness around the ankles of the black man, which the deep mud largely
concealed. There was a dark open doorway on the right, to which the black man silently pointed. Into this the grinning crone started, dragging Gilman after her by his pajama sleeves. There were evil-smelling staircases which creaked ominously, and on which the old woman seemed to radiate a faint violet light; and finally a door leading off a landing. The crone fumbled with the latch and pushed the door open,motioning to Gilman to wait, and disappearing inside the black aperture.The youth's over-sensitive ears caught a hideous strangled cry, and presently the beldame came out of theroom bearing a small, senseless form which she thrust at the dreamer as if ordering him to carry it. The sight of this form, and the expression on its face, broke the spell. Still too dazed to cry out, he plunged recklessly down the noisome staircase and into the mud outside, halting only when seized and choked by the waiting black man. As consciousness departed he heard the faint, shrill tittering of the fanged, rat-like abnormality.On the morning of the twenty-ninth Gilman awaked into a maelstrom of horror. The instant he opened his eyes he knew something was terribly wrong, for he was back in his old garret room with the slanting wall and ceiling, sprawled on the now unmade bed. His throat was aching inexplicably, and as he struggled to a sitting posture he saw with growing fright that his feet and pajama bottoms were brown with caked mud. For the moment his recollections were hopelessly hazy, but he knew at least that he must have been sleep-walking. Elwood had been lost too deeply in slumber to hear and stop him. On the floor were confused muddy prints, but oddly enough they did not extend all the way to the door. The more Gilman looked at them, the more peculiar they seemed; for in addition to those he could recognize as his there were some smaller, almost round markings - such as the legs of a large chair or a table might make, except that most of them tended to be divided into halves. There were also some curious muddy rat-tracks leading out of a fresh hole and back into it again. Utter bewilderment and the fear of madness racked Gilman as he staggered to the door and saw that there were no muddy prints outside. The more he remembered of his hideous dream the more terrified he felt, and it added to his desperation to hear Joe Mazurewicz chanting mournfully two floors below. Descending to Elwood's room he roused his still-sleeping host and began telling of how he had found himself, but Elwood could form no idea of what might really have happened. Where Gilman could have


been, how he got back to his room without making tracks in the hall, and how the muddy, furniture-like


prints came to be mixed with his in the garret chamber, were wholly beyond conjecture. Then there were


those dark, livid marks on his throat, as if he had tried to strangle himself. He put his hands up to them,


but found that they did not even approximately fit. While they were talking, Desrochers dropped in to say


that he had heard a terrific clattering overhead in the dark small hours. No, there had been no one on the


stairs after midnight, though just before midnight he had heard faint footfalls in the garret, and cautiously


descending steps he did not like. It was, he added, a very bad time of year for Arkham. The young


gentleman had better be sure to wear the circifix Joe Mazurewicz had given him. Even the daytime was


not safe, for after dawn there had been strange sounds in the house - especially a thin, childish wail hastily


choked off.


Gilman mechanically attended classes that morning, but was wholly unable to fix his mind on his studies.


A mood of hideous apprehension and expectancy had seized him, and he seemed to be awaiting the fall of


some annihilating blow. At noon he lunched at the University spa, picking up a paper from the next seat


as he waited for dessert. But he never ate that dessert; for an item on the paper's first page left him limp,


wild-eyed, and able only to pay his check and stagger back to Elwood's room.


There had been a strange kidnapping the night before in Orne's Gangway, and the two-year-old child of a


clod-like laundry worker named Anastasia Wolejko had completely vanished from sight. The mother, it


appeared, had feared the event for some time; but the reasons she assigned for her fear were so grotesque


that no one took them seriously. She had, she said, seen Brown Jenkin about the place now and then ever


since early in March, and knew from its grimaces and titterings that little Ladislas must be marked for


sacrifice at the awful Sabbat on Walpurgis Night. She had asked her neighbour Mary Czanek to sleep in


the room and try to protect the child, but Mary had not dared. She could not tell the police, for they never


believed such things. Children had been taken that way every year ever since she could remember. And


her friend Pete Stowacki would not help because he wanted the child out of the way.


But what threw Gilman into a cold perspiration was the report of a pair of revellers who had been walking


past the mouth of the gangway just after midnight. They admitted they had been drunk, but both vowed


they had seen a crazily dressed trio furtively entering the dark passageway. There had, they said, been a


huge robed negro, a little old woman in rags, and a young white man in his night-clothes. The old woman


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the brown mud.


Gilman sat in a daze all the afternoon, and Elwood - who had meanwhile seen the papers and formed


terrible conjectures from them - found him thus when he came home. This time neither could doubt but


that something hideously serious was closing in around them. Between the phantasms of nightmare and


the realities of the objective world a monstrous and unthinkable relationship was crystallizing, and only


stupendous vigilance could avert still more direful developments. Gilman must see a specialist sooner or


later, but not just now, when all the papers were full of this kidnapping business.


Just what had really happened was maddeningly obscure, and for a moment both Gilman and Elwood


exchanged whispered theories of the wildest kind. Had Gilman unconsciously succeeded better than he


knew in his studies of space and its dimensions? Had he actually slipped outside our sphere to points


unguessed and unimaginable? Where - if anywhere - had he been on those nights of demoniac alienage?


The roaring twilight abysses - the green hillside - the blistering terrace - the pulls from the stars - the


ultimate black vortex - the black man - the muddy alley and the stairs - the old witch and the fanged, furry


horror - the bubble-congeries and the little polyhedron - the strange sunburn - the wrist-wound - the


unexplained image - the muddy feet - the throat marks - the tales and fears of the superstitious foreigners -


what did all this mean? To what extent could the laws of sanity apply to such a case?


There was no sleep for either of them that night, but next day they both cut classes and drowsed. This was


April thirtieth, and with the dusk would come the hellish Sabbat-time which all the foreigners and the


superstitious old folk feared. Mazurewicz came home at six o'clock and said people at the mill were


whispering that the Walpurgis revels would be held in the dark ravine beyond Meadow Hill where the old


white stone stands in a place queerly devoid of all plant-life. Some of them had even told the police and


advised them to look there for the missing Wolejko child, but they did not believe anything would be


done. Joe insisted that the poor young gentleman wear his nickel-chained crucifix, and Gilman put it on


and dropped it inside his shirt to humour the fellow.


Late at night the two youths sat drowsing in their chairs, lulled by the praying of the loom-fixer on the


floor below. Gilman listened as he nodded, his preternaturally sharpened hearing seeming to strain for


some subtle, dreaded murmur beyond the noises in the ancient house. Unwholesome recollections of


things in the Necronomicon and the Black Book welled up, and he found himself swaying to infandous


rhythms said to pertain to the blackest ceremonies of the Sabbat and to have an origin outside the time


and space we comprehend.


Presently he realized what he was listening for - the hellish chant of the celebrants in the distant black


valley. How did he know so much about what they expected? How did he know the time when Nahab and


her acolyte were due to bear the brimming bowl which would follow the black cock and the black goat?


He saw that Elwood had dropped asleep, and tried to call out and waken him. Something, however, closed


his throat. He was not his own master. Had he signed the black man's book after all?


Then his fevered, abnormal hearing caught the distant, windborne notes. Over miles of hill and field and


alley they came, but he recognized them none the less. The fires must be lit, and the dancers must be


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starting in. How could he keep himself from going? What was it that had enmeshed him? Mathematics -


folklore - the house - old Keziah - Brown Jenkin ... and now he saw that there was a fresh rat-hole in the


wall near his couch. Above the distant chanting and the nearer praying of Joe Mazurewicz came another


sound - a stealthy, determined scratching in the partitions. He hoped the electric lights would not go out.


Then he saw the fanged, bearded little face in the rat-hole - the accursed little face which he at last


realized bore such a shocking, mocking resemblance to old Keziah's - and heard the faint fumbling at the


door.


The screaming twilight abysses flashed before him, and he felt himself helpless in the formless grasp of


the iridescent bubble-congeries. Ahead raced the small, kaleidoscopic polyhedron and all through the


churning void there was a heightening and acceleration of the vague tonal pattern which seemed to


foreshadow some unutterable and unendurable climax. He seemed to know what was coming - the


monstrons burst of Walpurgis-rhythm in whose cosmic timbre would be concentrated all the primal,


ultimate space-time seethings which lie behind the massed spheres of matter and sometimes break forth in


measured reverberations that penetrate faintly to every layer of entity and give hideous significance


throughout the worlds to certain dreaded periods.


But all this vanished in a second. He was again in the cramped, violet-litten peaked space with the


slanting floor, the low cases of ancient books, the bench and table, the queer objects, and the triangular


gulf at one side. On the table lay a small white figure - an infant boy, unclothed and unconscious - while


on the other side stood the monstrous, leering old woman with a gleaming, grotesque-hafted knife in her


right hand, and a queerly proportioned pale metal bowl covered with curiously chased designs and having


delicate lateral handles in her left. She was intoning some croaking ritual in a language which Gilman


could not understand, but which seemed like something guardedly quoted in the Necronomicon.


As the scene grew clearer he saw the ancient crone bend forward and extend the empty bowl across the


table - and unable to control his own emotions, he reached far forward and took it in both hands, noticing


as he did so its comparative lightness. At the same moment the disgusting form of Brown Jenkin


scrambled up over the brink of the triangular black gulf on his left. The crone now motioned him to hold


the bowl in a certain position while she raised the huge, grotesque knife above the small white victim as


high as her right hand could reach. The fanged, furry thing began tittering a continuation of the unknown


ritual, while the witch croaked loathsome responses. Gilman felt a gnawing poignant abhorrence shoot


through his mental and emotional paralysis, and the light metal bowl shook in his grasp. A second later


the downward motion of the knife broke the spell conpletely, and he dropped the bowl with a resounding


bell-like clangour while his hands darted out frantically to stop the monstrous deed.


In an instant he had edged up the slanting floor around the end of the table and wrenched the knife from


the old woman's claws; sending it clattering over the brink of the narrow triangular gulf. In another


instant, however, matters were reversed; for those murderous claws had locked themselves tightly around


his own throat, while the wrinkled face was twisted with insane fury. He felt the chain of the cheap


crucifix grinding into his neck, and in his peril wondered how the sight of the object itself would affect


the evil creature. Her strength was altogether superhuman, but as she continued her choking he reached


feebly in his shirt and drew out the metal symbol, snapping the chain and pulling it free.


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At sight of the device the witch seemed struck with panic, and her grip relaxed long enough to give


Gilman a chance to break it entirely. He pulled the steel-like claws from his neck, and would have


dragged the beldame over the edge of the gulf had not the claws received a fresh access of strength and


closed in again. This time he resolved to reply in kind, and his own hands reached out for the creature's


throat. Before she saw what he was doing he had the chain of the crucifix twisted about her neck, and a


moment later he had tightened it enough to cut off her breath. During her last struggle he felt something


bite at his ankle, and saw that Brown Jenkin had come to her aid. With one savage kick he sent the


morbidity over the edge of the gulf and heard it whimper on some level far below.


Whether he had killed the ancient crone he did not know, but he let her rest on the floor where she had


fallen. Then, as he turned away, he saw on the table a sight which nearly snapped the last thread of his


reason. Brown Jenkin, tough of sinew and with four tiny hands of demoniac dexterity, had been busy


while the witch was throttling him, and his efforts had been in vain. What he had prevented the knife from


doing to the victim's chest, the yellow fangs of the furry blasphemy had done to a wrist - and the bowl so


lately on the floor stood full beside the small lifeless body.


In his dream-delirium Gilman heard the hellish alien-rhythmed chant of the Sabbat coming from an


infinite distance, and knew the black man must be there. Confused memories mixed themselves with his


mathematics, and he believed his subconscious mind held the angles which he needed to guide him back


to the normal world alone and unaided for the first time. He felt sure he was in the immemorially sealed


loft above his own room, but whether he could ever escape through the slanting floor or the long-stooped


egress he doubted greatly. Besides, would not an escape from a dream-loft bring him merely into a dreamhouse


- an abnormal projection of the actual place he sought? He was wholly bewildered as to the relation


betwixt dream and reality in all his experiences.


The passage through the vague abysses would be frightful, for the Walpurgis-rhythm would be vibrating,


and at last he would have to hear that hitherto-veiled cosmic pulsing which he so mortally dreaded. Even


now he could detect a low, monstrous shaking whose tempo he suspected all too well. At Sabbat-time it


always mounted and reached through to the worlds to summon the initiate to nameless rites. Half the


chants of the Sabbat were patterned on this faintly overheard pulsing which no earthly ear could endure in


its unveiled spatial fulness. Gilman wondered, too, whether he could trust his instincts to take him back to


the right part of space. How could he be sure he would not land on that green-litten hillside of a far planet,


on the tessellated terrace above the city of tentacled monsters somewhere beyond the galaxy or in the


spiral black vortices of that ultimate void of Chaos where reigns the mindless demon-sultan Azathoth?


Just before he made the plunge the violet light went out and left him in utter blackness. The witch - old


Keziah - Nahab - that must have meant her death. And mixed with the distant chant of the Sabbat and the


whimpers of Brown Jenkin in the gulf below he thought he heard another and wilder whine from


unknown depths. Joe Mazurewicz - the prayers against the Crawling Chaos now turning to an


inexplicably triumphant shriek - worlds of sardonic actuality impinging on vortices of febrile dream - Iä!


Shub-Niggurath! The Goat with a Thousand Young...


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Dreams in the Witch-House by H. P. Lovecraft


They found Gilman on the floor of his queerly-angled old garret room long before dawn, for the terrible


cry had brought Desrochers and Choynski and Dombrowski and Mazurewicz at once, and had even


wakened the soundly sleeping Elwood in his chair. He was alive, and with open, staring eyes, but seemed


largely unconscious. On his throat were the marks of murderous hands, and on his left ankle was a


distressing rat-bite. His clothing was badly rumpled and Joe's crucifix was missing, Elwood trembled,


afraid even to speculate what new form his friend's sleep-walking had taken. Mazurewicz seemed half


dazed because of a "sign" he said he had had in response to his prayers, and he crossed himself frantically


when the squealing and whimpering of a rat sounded from beyond the slanting partition.


When the dreamer was settled on his couch in Elwood's room they sent for Doctor Malkowski - a local


practitioner who would repeat no tales where they might prove embarrassing - and he gave Gilman two


hypodermic injections which caused him to relax in something like natural drowsiness. During the day the


patient regained consciousness at times and whispered his newest dream disjointedly to Elwood. It was a


painful process, and at its very start brought out a fresh and disconcerting fact.


Gilman - whose ears had so lately possessed an abnormal sensitiveness - was now stone-deaf. Doctor


Malkowski, summoned again in haste, told Elwood that both ear-drums were ruptured, as if by the impact


of some stupendous sound intense beyond all human conception or endurance. How such a sound could


have been heard in the last few hours without arousing all the Miskatonic Valley was more than the


honest physician could say.


Elwood wrote his part of the colloquy on paper, so that a fairly easy communication was maintained.


Neither knew what to make of the whole chaotic business, and decided it would be better if they thought


as little as possible about it. Both, though, agreed that they must leave this ancient and accursed house as


soon as it could be arranged. Evening papers spoke of a police raid on some curious revellers in a ravine


beyond Meadow Hill just before dawn, and mentioned that the white stone there was an object of agelong


superstitious regard. Nobody had been caught, but among the scattering fugitives had been glimpsed


a huge negro. In another column it was stated that no trace of the missing child Ladislas Wolejko had


been found.


The crowning horror came that very night. Elwood will never forget it, and was forced to stay out of


college the rest of the term because of the resulting nervous breakdown. He had thought he heard rats in


the partition all the evening, but paid little attention to them. Then, long after both he and Gilman had retired, the atrocious shrieking began. Elwood jumped up, turned on the lights and rushed over to his guest's couch. The occupant was emitting sounds of veritably inhuman nature, as if racked by some torment beyond description. He was writhing under the bedclothes, and a great stain was beginning to appear on the blankets. Elwood scarcely dared to touch him, but gradually the screaming and writhing subsided. By this time Dombrowski, Choynski, Desrochers, Mazurewicz, and the top-floor lodger were all crowding into the doorway, and the landlord had sent his wife back to telephone for Doctor Malkowaki. Everybody shrieked when a large rat-like form suddenly jumped out from beneath the ensanguined bedclothes and scuttled across the floor to a fresh, open hole close by. When the doctor arrived and began to pull down thosefrightful covers Walter Gilman was dead.It would be barbarous to do more than suggest what had killed Gilman. There had been virtually a tunnel through his body - something had eaten his heart out. Dombrowski, frantic at the failure of his ratpoisoning efforts, cast aside all thought of his lease and within a week had moved with all his older lodgers to a dingy but less ancient house in Walnut Street. The worst thing for a while was keeping Joe Mazurewicz quiet; for the brooding loom-fixer would never stay sober, and was constantly whining and muttering about spectral and terrible things.It seems that on that last hideous night Joe had stooped to look at the crimson rat-tracks which led from Gilman's couch to the near-by hole. On the carpet they were very indistinct, but a piece of open flooring intervened between the carpet's edge and the baseboard. There Mazurewicz had found something monstrous - or thought he had, for no one else could quite agree with him despite the undeniable queerness of the prints. The tracks on the flooring were certainly vastly unlike the average prints of a rat but even Choynski and Desrochers would not admit that they were like the prints of four tiny human hands.The house was never rented again. As soon as Dombrowski left it the pall of its final desolation began to descend, for people shunned it both on account of its old reputation and because of the new foetid odour. Perhaps the ex-landlord's rat-poison had worked after all, for not long after his departure the place became a neighbourhood nuisance. Health officials traced the smell to the closed spaces above and beside the eastern garret room, and agreed that the number of dead rats must be enormous. They decided, however, that it was not worth their while to hew open and disinfect the long-sealed spaces; for the foetor would soon be over, and the locality was not one which encouraged fastidious standards. Indeed, there were always vague local tales of unexplained stenches upstairs in the Witch-House just after May-Eve and Hallowmass. The neighbours acquiesced in the inertia - but the foetor none the less formed an additional


count against the place. Toward the last the house was condemned as a habitation by the building


inspector.


Gilman's dreams and their attendant circumstances have never been explained. Elwood, whose thoughts on the entire episode are sometimes almost maddening, came back to college the next autumn and was graduated in the following June. He found the spectral gossip of the town much disminished, and it is indeed a fact that - notwithstanding certain reports of a ghostly tittering in the deserted house which lasted almost as long as that edifice itself - no fresh appearances either of Old Keziah or of Brown Jenkin have been muttered of since Gilman's death. It is rather fortunate that Elwood was not in Arkham in that later year when certain events abruptly renewed the local whispers about elder horrors. Of course he heard about the matter afterward and suffered untold torments of black and bewildered speculation; but even that was not as bad as actual nearness and several possible sights would have been.In March, 1931, a gale wrecked the roof and great chimney of the vacant Witch-House, so that a chaos of crumbling bricks, blackened, moss-grown shingles, and rotting planks and timbers crashed down into the loft and broke through the floor beneath. The whole attic storey was choked with debris from above, butno one took the trouble to touch the mess before the inevitable razing of the decrepit structure. That ultimate step came in the following December, and it was when Gilman's old room was cleared out by reluctant, apprehensive workmen that the gossip began.Among the rubbish which had crashed through the ancient slanting ceiling were several things which made the workmen pause and call in the police. Later the police in turn called in the coroner and several professors from the university. There were bones - badly crushed and splintered, but clearly recognizable as human - whose manifestly modern date conflicted puzzlingly with the remote period at which their only possible lurking place, the low, slant-floored loft overhead, had supposedly been sealed from all human access. The coroner's physician decided that some belonged to a small child, while certain others found mixed with shreds of rotten brownish cloth - belonged to a rather undersized, bent female of advanced years. Careful sifting of debris also disclosed many tiny bones of rats caught in the collapse, as well as older rat-bones gnawed by small fangs in a fashion now and then highly productive of controversy and reflection.Other objects found included the mangled fragments of many books and papers, together with a yellowish dust left from the total disintegration of still older books and papers. All, without exception, appeared to deal with black magic in its most advanced and horrible forms; and the evidently recent date of certain items is still a mystery as unsolved as that of the modern human bones. An even greater mystery is the absolute homogeneity of the crabbed, archaic writing found on a wide range of papers whose conditions and watermarks suggest age differences of at least one hundred and fifty to two hundred years. To some,though, the greatest mystery of all is the variety of utterly inexplicable objects - objects whose shapes,materials, types of workmanship, and purposes baffle all conjecture - found scattered amidst the wreckage in evidently diverse states of injury. One of these things - which excited several Miskatonie professors profoundly is a badly damaged monstrosity plainly resembling the strange image which Gilman gave tthe college museum, save that it is large, wrought of some peculiar bluish stone instead of metal, andpossessed of a singularly angled pedestal with undecipherable hieroglyphics.Archaeologists and anthropologists are still trying to explain the bizarre designs chased on a crushed bowl of light metal whose inner side bore ominous brownish stains when found. Foreigners and credulousgrandmothers are equally garrulous about the modern nickel crucifix with broken chain mixed in therubbish and shiveringly identified by Joe Maturewicz as that which he had given poor Gilman many years before. Some believe this crucifix was dragged up to the sealed loft by rats, while others think it must have been on the floor in some corner of Gilman's old room at the time. Still others, including Joehimself, have theories too wild and fantastic for sober credence.
When the slanting wall of Gilman's room was torn out, the once-sealed triangular space between thatpartition and the house's north wall was found to contain much less structural debris, even in proportion toits size, than the room itself, though it had a ghastly layer of older materials which paralyzed the wreckerswith horror. In brief, the floor was a veritable ossuary of the bones of small children - some fairly modern,but others extending back in infinite gradations to a period so remote that crumbling was almostcomplete. On this deep bony layer rested a knife of great size, obvious antiquity, and grotesque, ornate,and exotic design - above which the debris was piled.In the midst of this debris, wedged between a fallen plank and a cluster of cemented bricks from the ruined chimney, was an object destined to cause more bafflement, veiled fright, and openly superstitioustalk in Arkham than anything else discovered in the haunted and accursed building.This object was the partly crushed skeleton of a huge diseased rat, whose abnormalities of form are still atopic of debate and source of singular reticence among the members of Miskatonic's department ofcomparative anatomy. Very little concerning this skeleton has leaked out, but the workmen who found it whisper in shocked tones about the long, brownish hairs with which it was associated.The bones of the tiny paws, it is rumoured, imply prehensile characteristics more typical of a diminutive monkey than of a rat, while the small skull with its savage yellow fangs is of the utmost anomalousness, appearing from certain angles like a miniature, monstrously degraded parody of a human skull. The workmen crossed themselves in fright when they came upon this blasphemy, but later burned candles of gratitude in St. Stanislaus' Church because of the shrill, ghostly tittering they felt they would never hear again.The Lovecraft Library wishes to extend its gratitude to Eulogio García Recalde for transcribing this text.

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