The Last Entry

From: Rob's Ramblings
Sent: 31 October 2014 23:59
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Subject: Warning

The shadows are gathering...

I haven’t much time.  There is a scratching in the walls, the shrill blast of trumpets. I hear the discordant music, a slithering ear worm in my mind. It is on the edge of my hearing but drawing ever nearer.

I’m sorry, truly sorry. It all started as a bit of fun. In truth I didn’t take it seriously. Like backward masking on heavy metal albums to find a hidden message, or flash imagery in television adverts to subvert the weak willed; it was nonsense, childish nonsense. Yet the more I discredited it, the deeper I delved. I should have stopped digging sooner…

If you are reading this, if you have got past my encryptions, then you too will be aware of the Tractus de Daemonum. How I wish I had never been aware of its existence. To live in blissful ignorance such as most mortals do, unaware of the thrall in which they are held. But you and I, dear reader, we know better don’t we? But are our lives enriched by our arcane knowledge of this hateful Grimoire? Our souls are manifested in the here and now of this age of Mammon. All around us are traps and snares. Chains are hooked into our souls the day we are born; numbered, even before we are named, we stumble through life while dark powers, clothed in the mores of society, ridicule us for any attempt to emancipate ourselves.

The scales fell from my eyes as I trod the borders of this world’s reality. Some would call it the edge of madness, but they are the mad ones in an insanely artificial world, content in their ignorance; consuming a reality of talent shows and propaganda dressed as news. The bestower of our ignorance sits as a household deity in the corner of our rooms. It babbles inanely, shaping our minds, although we are unaware of it. We are programmed from a young age, as the colours and sounds shape our perception.

The shadows are deepening. I can hear them all around me now as the walls of my perception are opening up. This is not what I wanted, I merely wanted to understand. Like Adam and Eve eating of the apple, a price must be paid. I didn’t know what it would invoke…

I must not think the name, it strengthens it, and the invocation of its name is a word of praise in itself. It was a god once. It walked the earth, a giant, a Nephilim; its jaws red with the blood of humanity. Its hungry still...

The opening of the Grimoire, the Tractus de Daemonum, it required sacrifice. I shed my own blood; the beaten leather cover and vellum pages drank of me. It read me, as I read it, dooming me to flee forever from the terrible retribution. But I have nowhere else to go now. It followed, it stalked. I should have known; it has the world in its clawed hand… it always has…

It hurt me as I studied it. Each reading stole years from me. As my knowledge grew, my allotted hours on this world shrank. I cheated it though, using the technology with which it traps us. I scanned it and read it using computers and tablets. Not reading the book directly saved my life, but the devil will have his due. It was a temporary victory.

It’s coming through the walls now. I’m being deafened by a cacophonic fanfare from hell, a maddening ear worm of damnation. It’s the one that torments you, every waking moment.  So this is it!

I was wrong, so wrong. The Tractus de Daemonum should never have been opened; I should not have shared of its knowledge. I'm writing this as a final warning to you, I beg you heed it. It knows this entire world; it absorbs all technology and the machinations of man. We create tools yet we are but machines of flesh and blood to it. I beg you stop reading this, stop reading this now. It can get to you through computers or smartphones. Turn the device off. It knows, it always knows! It’s behind you, its watching you now and weighing your soul’s burdens. It hears your thoughts, it hears your thoughts! Even as you read this.

God forgive me, my mind is twisting upon itself! Its manifesting before me! What the hell is it? I know what it is, I know its name, and its madness manifested. Such things have no right to exist, no, no, please, no.…