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Growing up I was kind of an odd ball. I never really fit in with the so called popular crowd as most call it. I was the weird one who sat by himself and read books on anything that seemed interesting. Books on history, books on cultures far and wide. I was always so curious to learn. Yes, I was called weird and made fun of in a variety of ways. Yes, in the moment when I was hearing those things being said, it hurt, however sometimes growth takes a little discomfort. As I grew older I kept that spark and hunger to learn new things. From new languages to martial arts and music. As time moved forward I came to live with my grandmother on my mother’s side. I loved her dearly however she was very devout in her baptist Christian faith. Slowly It became clear to her that I was not as devout as she was and she didn’t like that. She implemented rules and regulations that limited what I was able to do. She didn’t allow me to read or watch or listen to anything that didn’t preach a very direct Christian message. It got to the point where I had to start sneaking books from the library home and hiding them from her and reading them when I could. In fact, I owe her credit. If she had not been so harsh with limiting what I could view and learn. I may not have been as adamant to oppose what she said. However, these limitations only served to fuel my drive and ambition for more and more knowledge. It was around this time that I sensed a change in my life and how I conducted myself in my daily life. I was around the age of 19 at the time.

I dove very deep into the mythologies of different cultures from around the world. The Norse, the Chinese, the Japanese, and many more. It was during this particular delve that I came across HP Lovecraft and some of his works. The first book I read was the call of Cthulhu. I was in love with the concepts portrayed in the book. Days after i had read the call of Cthulhu for the first time. I felt a very strong pull to read and research more. Learn more about Lovecraft and his mythos. My drive to learn became less sporadic and much more refined with a single subject to conduct my reading and research on. I couldn’t really understand where this drive came from or why it had appeared in the first place. This is when I can say looking back on it now is when I first heard the call. During this cycle, I had brought home some Lovecraft books and hid them as I usually do. However in my haste to hide them I didn’t do a very good job of doing so and my grandmother found them. Needless to say, she was angry and we argued and it ended with me nearly being kicked out. Luckily that didn’t happen, however she kept an even closer eye on me than what she had been doing previously. This was an unfortunate effect of me hearing the call and trying to heed it. However, the positive of me hearing the call and all that followed after is it showed me how close minded people can be and allowed me to open my eyes and see the truth of the world and how blindly people follow religion and the doctrines it puts forth. This cycle continued until I graduated high school In may of 2015. I continued to live with my grandmother until she passed in March of 2016. This hit me very hard. While I didn’t like all of her rules she enforced. I still loved her dearly. For a while I didn’t have the drive to do anything. I barely had the motivation to go to work. The only driving force being I needed money to exist and pay bills and other expenses. I was in this slump for quite some time. It took me close to a year to come out of it. It took me realizing the value of having people in your life and those close to you. Typing this now, I realize that this was the old ones way of testing me. Preparing Me for unification with those I am meant to walk next to and learn from and guide. After I got my life back on track and started my job at Walmart as an electronics associate. I began to feel that familiar feeling to start digging around again for new things to learn. I found a game called call of Cthulhu. This brought back memories that I had pushed to the side for a long time. Playing through it, seeing the cult and its underlying message sparked my drive for Lovecraft once more. Being in a stable and open minded house hold. I was able to research freely without fear of being found out and shut down. During my research I found the cults webpage and began to dig around and feel things out. After making many posts and asking many upon many questions to various members. I decided to make the leap and join the cult. I put forth the time and effort to take courses in the miskatonic university. I eventually obtained the rank of cultist.

After I was officially accepted into the cult. I began to establish myself in the cult in variety of ways. Chief among them being meeting with a few cultists near me to discuss cult business and the great work. I slowly learned more and more and eventually came into my first copy of the Bible of Cthulhu . After getting my copy, I poured over its page studying them, analyzing them whenever I could. I used the information within to climb to the next rank within the cult, the rank of Cthulhi. Which I currently maintain. Sometime went by and I had expanded my own personal friend group. One individual that I had brought into my life had such a great thirst for knowledge. As we grew closer, he explained how he grew up and where he came from. It was like looking in a mirror. It was then I made the decision to give him my personal copy of the Bible of Cthulhu. He greatly appreciated the gift and said he would put it to good use. Moving on into current day and time. I have recently submitted my exam to rise to the rank of Ascended and am ordering a new Bible of Cthulhu. I hope to continue my rise through the ranks of the cult, and I hope to help my fellow brothers and sisters in the cult as we all strive to complete the great work. To any all cultists here, if you ever need any help. I will do my best to assist you in any way I can. Unification will bring us together and we will rise as one. Well this is my story. It’s not flashy or fantastic but it is mine. I wouldn’t go back and redo anything because every thing that I have gone through has lead me to where I am today and this is where I am meant to be.

As the young, hateful edgy teen I won't lie I had joined this Cult before. But did not take it seriously what so ever, I wasn't unpopular but people would often choose others over myself and if someone was in an angry mood I was in the firing line, the punch bag. I had never read lovecraft and didn't care much for reading and in a way still do, lovecraft being one of the very few people I will enjoy reading now. But back then I knew nothing of him, but still had some sort of imagery in my head of Cthulhu, it wasn't a perfect depiction but it got me to where I am now. I would day dream of him and have a dream that only included being pulled down by tentacles. So I began to research about tentacle monsters which I found many like the kraken, some of posiden, but when I saw images of Cthulhu it felt right. What I had saw was different but it felt that that was what I saw. And so began the research on Cthulhu eventually finding the Cult, and like I said. Not taking it seriously, I was just messing about essentially being that edgy kid I was. I eventually left and kept it out my mind, I had had my fun and moved on. But I felt that pull to Cthulhu again, I didn't know it was to Cthulhu but I wanted something more from life. As I got older and became more fascinated with space I developed the belief that nothing matters in the grand scheme of things, and this. Saddened me, I actually became depressed from this belief and it was nearly getting to me to the point where I nearly ended it. And so I turned to Wicca looking for something other than that to believe in, it had magick and rituals and gods and goddesses. It was good for a time but it didn't feel right either, to me it lacked the proof, the science behind it or as I know now the scientific method. "If it didn't work you did it wrong" was a common phrase I heard and even after following each step, even going on call with some to tell me along the way, still nothing and some of the rituals to me just seemed like they were blatant accepted lies. I had had enough of it and left returning to my old belief. I remembered that dream of being pulled down in the ocean by tentacles, and had it once more. I then remembered about the Cult and decided to give it another look, just for fun I guess. And it was the best thing I had ever discovered, everything just clicked. It aligned with my previous belief but also improved on it practically treating my depression, it also aligned with my belief of "why would a god care?" And it had all the science I craved. It was perfect. Although I will admit I was skeptical, it was all too good. So I joined the discord and watched the forums just watching, not getting involved much. And I heard people talking about the bible along with everything else and I realised it was true. I fell in love, I learnt what I could and climbed that ranks to Cthulhi bought the bible and offered my time to join the Nyth, which I thankfully was accepted into and an still currently part of. This Cult changed my life, and maybe even saved my life. I am proud to be a Cultist and I'm proud of all my brothers and sisters of the void. And thank you everyone. Iä Iä Cthulhu fhtagn and may they rise ✊

So to start this most interesting of tales, let us go to my youth. I was an odd kid. I'm sure you expected as much. We all seem to come from a unique background. I was a kid above my IQ, and known to be a thinker above anything. My imagination would soar into the "heavens" and back. Not to say this didn't come at a price. I was prone to wild dreams of what I was taught heavily during this time, Christ. I was born of a religious home. I won't say it was as extreme like some teachings, but my uncle was the pastor of the very church I grew up in, as well as my great grandfather. My dreams as a child were most horrific. I can even now recall the tears at night. The weeping to my grandmother as she told to pray to God to help, and my young self took in every word, yet I saw no change. I grew and slowly became more devoted to the word of God, studying the word with all my power, and excelling in school. Then the breaker.

Into my 9th grade year, I began to look very deeply into the Masons, Illuminati, and Occult matters all together. I read books of more questionable philosophies and theories in christianity. Giants, The City of Babylon, The Serpent- I came across Gnosticism, and as my passion of lore grew, my faith faltered. You see, I began to realize that there was less fact in the word than I ever thought. Dates didn't add up, cites mentioned are never heard of in history books, famous people within the texts seem to only exist in that text. The morality of God was questionable, and as I went down this spiral of endless knowledge I finally abandoned my faith for logic. I began to study the desires of my younger self, such as mythology and magic. I delved deep into all sorts of history books and meta-sciences. My mind was coming to peace. That is until we get into the end of 2018.

At this point, my personal life with family was going to the worst. We fought often and I had to hide so much of my opinion out of guilt or fear. What was I to do? I was becoming a hermit, locking myself away with my thoughts. That was when I began to develop a passion for something new, and thus, paganism set in. I was unsure how to approach it at first, and I started with offerings to gods such as Odin, and Apollo. As the months went by I began to practice Tarot and Pendulums and soon I was a small sample of a witch, with a dash of pagan ideas. I performed a sigil working here and there, and made the cleanings and the black salts. Soon I was all over the place, demons and angels and all matters alike came into my life. I even mildly accepted that a jehovah is real, just not as mighty as the books make out. I took the idea from Buddhism, which says that once you accept all possibilities, you can achieve inner peace. So that is what I tried to do. Accept everything as true, even if it contradicted. Get into 2019 to the present and you have yourself a very complex way of thought. The truth became subjective, and to each his or her own reality. The thing about paganism and witchcraft, (Not Wicca- I am not of fan of that) is that everyone has mostly a very different experience. Gods and Demons all have their own different personalities, and confront people in different ways, which is what people call, "A Mask". A persona within that being. It gets very complicated, but the point is I was on a roll, but let's go back to early 2019-

When I started to read Lovecraft. I wanted to make note that by this time, I knew of his work and enjoyed it. As a kid I always liked monsters, and this made that child joy return to me. Horror has been a favorite for the longest time. A past time when I was around 8 was to listen to creepypastas, and even now I still do. Remember my constant nightmares? That changed into curiosity, which lead to desire. I went from fear to thrill. Now my dreams of the macabre only interest me. I recall the touch, the smell, all of it. Quite the experience. I heard of this Cult by then, but never joined up until the week after by birthday in 2020. At this point, my fascination with this occutish lore grew tenfold, and I knew It was a calling. The rest is the history with you guys, my brothers and sisters. Whom I hold ever so dear.

To update from when I left server for around a month or so, I once again had a crisis of what to believe in. My mind was troubled, and I lost my will again. I broke from the pagan ways, though not entirely lost. I plan to return, but in a different mindset. I will work my scientific ideals and dotrintate them into the belief, and I plan to apply the Cults beliefs to this system as well. The Cult comes first of course. I hope that my romanticist views help us in our path. May They Rise!

This story may not be as long as the others but we will see. I was about 4 when I had a dream of a Cultist like figure standing at the edge of a cave with multiple men and women writhing at his feet, in pain or lust, the Cultist had his left hand outstretched towards me while his right was cradling a grimoire. He was chanting something in an unknown language, maybe a ritual or rite? Well after that I woke up in a sweat. 4 year old me told my parents that I had a nightmare, so then they gave me back my nightlight. About a decade later, at the age of 14 or 15 I heard the name "Cthulhu" somewhere and then promptly did some research, found about Cthulhu and how he looked like then I moved on with my life occasionally googling him now and then because he looked cool. At the age of 16 I had a weird dream where I had to write a test. I didn't know the answers so I gave the test to a friend or acquaintance of mine who promptly filled it out and gave it back to me where I handed it over. A couple months later the Dream continued, The test was successful and along with some "legal" papers and membership papers, I got a weird looking rock with multiple gems on the rock. There was a especially large one in the center that had a blackish-green colour or tint to it. While I was laying in bed I stared right into the large gem and where I saw a yellow goat like eye. Everything around got blurry and the next time I blinked I was in another location. From what I could tell this lodge was a sort of wooden stone house. I lied inside of a sleeping bag or a skin of a large furry animal. Once I looked around I saw that there were more people in these same "sleeping bags" around me on the floor, I looked around and so on a table nearby a big book this book had a multitude of different spells incantations and even some caricatures and drawn pictures of weird creatures. I opened a page and and cited the ritual, once I was finished citing this ritual I was teleported back into my bed without the stone. After all those dreams I became increasingly more interested in the Cthulhu Mythos and lovecrafts works. In school I I scoured the internet searching for any semblance of cthulhu Mythos like Religion, where I promptly found this cult. Intrigued I read through everything and made my account sometime I'm in early to mid 2019. After that all is history. In my life I never practised any occult art or even knew of any for that matter. Now I am grateful for this cult and it's teachings and the amazing lovely people I have met here. As the Head Nyth of the discord server, forum Nyth and soon to be social media Nyth, I can safely say that I will stay loyal to the cult until the very end. I love you all, my fellow brothers and sisters. May we bring the viridian light of Yog-Sothoth and the old ones into the life of the called. That is not dead which can eternal lie, and through strange aeons even death may die. Iä Iä Cthulhu Fhtagn!! May they rise!!✊✊✊ Yours, Yebknafhor

I discovered the cult through an ad on Facebook and I was curious, Cthulhu wasn't new to me but I didn't know much other than that he's sleeps underwater and his mere presence makes people go mad and that pop culture was heavily influenced by him. So I clicked on the link and was sent to the merchant section and saw the cool stuff and saw the Bible and was like "I want that!" But at the time I didn't have my own bank account because my money went to my mom to pay bills and such so I have no money of my own. Then I saw the University section and said "why not?" So I took the cultist test and waited for the certificate, when it came I flaunt it with my friends at work and joke about it because at the time I didn't know the cult was real or anything and just thought it was a gimmick for the store and fun trivia of sorts. All of this was in May 2020, and I thought I had saved the link to the store for later and didn't think much of it. Months later after forgetting the store for a bit, I went back to the store and decided to explore the website and discovered the discord. I wasn't really the online social type but figured why not, so I downloaded the app and created a profile and read through some of the tabs conversations and thought that it was basically what I thought, a simple group chat or a reddit thing. It wasn't until I went to the Cult tab that I saw how serious this was and saw people asking about cult related questions and others answering as best they can and even more for an in depth knowledge answers like if I ask for who is cthulhu? I would get a detailed answer with some background information on him that I didn't know. I then introduced myself in the introduction tab because I wanted to be part of it and see where this would take me. I finally got my own bank account and card and purchased the Bible, before all this I missed out on alot of Bible sessions due to my job and tried to join in on one but it was already over when I got home and saw it was still going, and waited a month and felt excited about it. I planned on reading it myself since my job gets in the way. One day my job closed earlier than normal and saw that the Bible session hasn't started yet, so I went home and got some stuff done so I wouldn't miss out and joined in the session finally lol. The session was pretty much what I imagined but not in a bad way because I wasn't expecting much other than read a passage and discuss what is read. It wasn't until very recently, like a month before now at the end of November, where I actually had help from a fellow cultist. My PayPal account was hacked and someone else had spent over $350 on this website that was your basic trendy clothing store. I asked for help and see if anyone could get the number for PayPal direct customer service or anything really and fellow cultist Ah' Dkhai (who used to be Limepop until recently) helped me out. They did more than what I did got the number, the email address for PayPal customer service, how to report the issue which turned out to be useless because PayPal can't do anything to the transaction because it was in a the pending stage, they also got me a link to the store the hacker spent my money on. I got everything in the works right now but the best help I got from Ah' Dkhai was motivation to keep fighting because I was so mad that I just wanted to give up but I didn't thanks Ah' Dkhai. Currently the struggle is still going, PayPal didn't help because to them it was an authorized transaction despite me reporting it as unauthorized transaction, the trendy clothing website didn't do anything except waste my time and tell me my bank has to do it, and my bank is currently investigating the matter and it may be a long while. Out of this experience, I decided to no longer use or trust PayPal despite needing it to buy more cool stuff from the shop section. But I did have a better experience with the cult so I'm glad to join and proud of the decision to do so. And that's my story more or less haha, the incident is still going but my bank knows about it and are currently working on it so wish me luck at this point. May they rise!

Around 17 years ago in a hospital in Athens, a strange boy was born. A boy whose destiny was to bring madness and insanity to the world. In this article I will tell the story of how this boy heard The Call of Cthulhu, and why he is so mad. This boy was strange - really strange. I still remember the experience that he had when he was four years old, and the creature that still follows him. He had a love for the water and the ocean, but still a great fear of what it hides. When his parents baptised him as a christian he cried only when he was out of the water. He was the kid that when you went to the beach you had to wait 2 hours for him to get out of the water. He loved to be underwater all the time, seeing what was down there and imagining that he was a fish or a monster that existed in the ocean. I remember when once he, his mother, and two of his friends, rode on a bicycle boat. Everyone was looking around but he was looking at the water, trying to see what was down there and using his imagination. He looked at the water with joy, but also with great fear; a real fear, the fear of the unknown. The fear that something (or someone) was down there waiting for him, something that would hurt him, something that he didn't want, but also wanted to know. "Stop looking at the water all the time and join us", his mother said, but still he looked at the water. This boy didn't only have a fear for the ocean but also a fear for school. During his first grade, when children had to understand that school is something good, he understood that it was not. Because of his teacher. His teacher used the old methods; hitting children with a ruler when they did not do their homework, or when she didn't like their behavior, bringing them a great fear for school. I still remember the boys behavior when he realized that he must go to school, how he struggled with his parents about his need to go, but also that he never told them why he didn't want to go. After two years they moved out at the Island of Crete. This is where great madness rose in his mind. He first saw what bullying is. He was bullied because of his differences, because of his silence, he still doesn't know the reason. The only thing I know is that he was filled with rage and hate. Depression and suicidal tendencies were his only friends. His mother saved his life once when was ready to jump out of the first floor window. He saw the madness of the world, the truth about the world, and he understood that the world was not the beuatiful place that it was in his mind. It was a dangerous place. His mother brought psychologists to the house to help him, but in the end he would break out to them because of his rage and hate. Then he saw a video titled, "Old Ones; The Demons of the Necronomicon." He would watch these kinds of videos but any of them was so familiar with these creatures. He forgot about it for years, when, in April of 2019, he found them again. Now the call of those beings was louder than ever, even as an atheist who found all religions and spiritual creatures in a word, "bullshit". He started to play games around it, and he wanted to learn more. He was a fan, he thought, but subconsciously he knew that he was starting to believe. Cthulhu was the only Old One that caught his his interest at the begining. He read about the Necronomicon of the mad arab, Abdul Alhazred. He bought a book called "The Brotherhood of Cthulhu and read it with full focus. In the book when he discovered that the Necronomicon does not exist I remember how he got out to his balcony, angry at the night and looked at the black ocean. He was angry... but then he realised. He realised that he didn't just like those beings as fiction, but he was believing in them. He breathed in some cold fresh air and he went inside. He promised to himself that he will fight, and follow his feelings. May came and it was time to read about his exams. His thoughts must be at the words of his studies, but instead his mind was traveling at the Mountains of Madness, at Kadath, at Rl'yeh, hearing hymns of the Old Ones. After exams he got a book, the book's name was "Simon Necronomicon" translated in his language. He was reading it secretly from everyone. Even this fiction Cthulhu story, his statue were hidden somewhere in the room. One day his mother saw him with the book, and fights began. His mother's new husband told her "Do something, I don't want these, demons in my house". A fear of his father began too. His father was an atheist, and the boy remembered how he was laughing with those religious people; "what his thoughts will be about his son?" the boy thought. The fear, the judgment, madness all of these came to the only place that he felt safe.....in his own home. Summer vacation finally came and the boy went to his holiday house for the holidays. He was fearful, he was fearful about what his family would say about an atheist who now believed that a gigantic octopus sleeps at the bottom of the ocean. After the beach he sat at the balcony and watched the sea, feeling the presence of Cthulhu inside. He imagined Cthulhu walking there while he listened to Nox Arcana; bringing to him indescribable feelings. One night, when everybody was asleep, he was on his phone searching for things about Cthulhu. He used to sleep very late at night because he was searching for things all the time. Even when he was just hanging out. After searching he found a website called "The Official Cult of Cthulhu" with an unholy book named, "The Bible of Cthulhu", but it wasn't ready yet - it was still on the way. He read a section called, "The Calling" and he realised that he was Called by Cthulhu. Those feelings that he felt were mad and indescribable, he read about people who had felt the same and heard the call of Cthulhu. But he theorised that he was not worthy to be part of something so big. So he just left the phone and he fall asleep. He saw his first dream. The dream of Calling. This is his dreams that he wrote in his journal: "I was in some kind of lake and Cthulhu and and another being were standing and talking there.They realised my presence.The other being sank into the water, but Cthulhu stayed looking at me. With a human voice he repeated, "Make sacrifice," and every time he said it his voice would get deeper and more monstrous. My view started to going red. Then... The Void. Now I was in a boat with other people (but can't remember how many) going to find R'lyeh. I jumped in to the water with two other divers. The others said that the boat had a problem. I looked beneath my feet and saw some kind of circle of lava at the bottom of the sea. Then, again, nothing but The Void. Now I was underwater with the two divers. There was some kind of mountain there. We swam to the other side, and there we saw Cthulhu sleeping. The two divers swam closer to him. Then he opened his eyes. The divers started screaming "HE IS ALIVE, HE IS AWAKEN!" Then, yet again, The Void. Now I was in some kind of cave and many people gathered there. There was a crack in the ground filled with water but the bottom had not sand but lava. They were gathered to kill the monster everyone was saying. Then they released a liquid in the water. The torches in the cave ignited and the cave was like chaos. Big squids started to jump from the water and grabbed at the rock on the top of the cave, but when they were falling again to the water they were burned alive. Everyone started to scream in joy saying, "WE KILLED IT!" I fall to my knees, started to scream, "NO!" then my whole family showed up in front of me saying /Why aren't you happy?' I replied, "It is nothing," and my body filled again with rage and hate. When I awoke I almost jumped from my bed with my eyes completely opened and started to smile. That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die." After two days I created an instagram account and began doing some posts. When a mad man contacted him. His name was... Wyntre

Hails!

I reside in the mountainous realm of Montana. My story is rather simple.

When I first connected to Lovecraft's work 3 or 4 years ago, there was immediately something about his stories and the atmosphere therein that made me "feel" them more so than "view" them from the outside. So I continued absorbing the mythos in any way I could. Reading, listening, finding fringe occult podcasts and books that are based upon and discuss the mythos. The more real I feel this mythos become as it continues to writhe it's way into my experience, the more I feel the consciousnesses of The Great Old Ones woven throughout our world, along with their pull, impregnating and inspiring much of my current material and sonic arts.

I currently await feedback on my exam submission for Tier I and am eager to continue unraveling the mysteries.

May They Rise...