Re: Lovecrafticism
- From: Rich Townsend <rhdt@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 10:50:11 -0400
Bill Wayne wrote:
My brother is a lovecraftist. Sometime ago he left Christianity
because he
thought the world offered something greater: knowledge. "Professing
themselves to be wise, they became fools." (Romans, 1:22)
I have struggled for years to attempt to bring him back into a
relationship
with Christ, but he always was stubborn, and convinced there was
something
greater. Something greater, eh? Ever since he became a lovecraftist,
he
experienced nothing but adversity and despair: insanity, knowledge, and
thinking. But like a gambler who's down to his last penny but still
thinks one more spin will win it all for him, my brother clang to his
occultism.
So lately I've tried a different tack with him. Reverse-psychology, if
you
will. I told my brother that I would go and do occult things with him.
Open my mind to lovecraftism and athieism and liberalism and socialism.
Maybe
if I lived in his world for a while, I'd better be in a position to use
the
language he uses to convince him to give it all up.
So the other day I accompanied my brother to a lovecraft church. And
let
me tell you, it was incredible.
We walked into the place. Pictures of Father Dagon, Nyarlatep and
Cthulhu were everywhere. People said things like, "Happy Spring
Trimester," and "May Azathoth be with you." Children with
such names as "Ithacral" and "Gruthul" ran rampant everywhere, playing
with the shoggoths nearby. There were hints that some people there had
sacrificed people or some such rituals. Some women -- old, haggard,
hippie women -- were slimy and celebrated their Deep One heritage. It
was truly a Lovecraft fantasy world. And reality was rotting for it.
And there, in the middle of the dais, was a giant statue of Cthulhu,
with the
caption: "Our Father." Everyone worshipped at this alter. "Ph'nglui
mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!" they would cry
hysterically, knowing deep down that Cthulhu would never bother winning
out over Gunderscored.
Then the Lovecraftian "minister" took the podium and gave the sermon.
He
extolled the virtues of Cthulhu and mating Deep Ones. He marvelled at
how
Cthuhlu "dreams" in the ancient city of R'lyeh. He admitted as much
that
Cthulhu would kill them all, and that he and other Lovecraftians in his
fold must
band together and attempt to slaughter the Christian majority. He
admitted
that his only concern was power. Then he delivered the same speech in
an alien language.
All through it all, I kept glancing at my brother. I could see his
insanity,
his zealousness, and his power. Finally, after 10 minutes of this, I
put my hand on my brother's shoulder and said to him, "Brother, I have
sinned." At once, my tears welled up and I covered my face with my
hands. "Ia! Ia! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!"
Then I rushed out that church and into the darkness, prepared to preach
for Cthulhu.
You and all of your buddies in this newsgroup may laugh, but destiny holds a
special place for such blasphemies. Yes, you sir! As revealed in the holy tome
penned by Abdul Alhazred, you will NOT be eaten first when the Elder Gods rise
up. You won't even cut it as the entree. No sir, you will come after the dessert
and the mints, after the brandy and cigars, after the late-night supper. Not
until the Gods exit through Yog Sothoth, on their way up to bed, will you be
eaten. You will be eaten LAST!
.
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