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       INTRODUCTION
   DIR By: admin
       Date: March 16, 2024, 9:00 pm
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       "Don't you know the Old Ones are imaginary, created by an early
       20th century author who believed in science and materialism?"
       I hear this every once in a while. Yes, I say. Yes, I know that
       is the popular version of things...that it is difficult to
       believe that my personal gods come from 1920s horror stories.
       But they do. My concept of reality is strange to
       most...unacceptable even; unbelievable in fact. This is not
       reality, they cry!
       Little do they know...There is no reality. What the human mind
       calls reality does not exist. I admit that most people can live
       quite comfortably inside a paradigm called "Generally Accepted
       Reality." But for me personally, I could never do that. I have
       to change things. Reality is mine to shape and mold, and this
       power is not mine alone. Anyone can unlock the secrets of the
       universe if they want to.
       I have scrawled the Elder Sign in blood while chanting the
       unspeakable hymns of another world. The christian god is dead,
       logic is dead, science is dead, materialism is dead, mathematics
       is dead, and the concrete reality is dead. All that is left is a
       nebulous realm of creativity, potential, and distant borders
       waiting to be crossed.
       What prevents us from totally rejecting realism? What makes
       imaginary gods any less potent than "real ones"? Why should
       anything tangible in this world be taken more seriously than a
       bizarre and gruesome dream? The answer to those questions would
       have to be Threefold: inertia, ignorance, and fear. We live as
       we do because we've always lived that way. We don't know that
       this world is hostile to our existence because illusions
       constantly surround us. If there is something behind the dream,
       then what could it be? What might lurk within such alien black
       unknowable realms?
       All of us live in a terrible hallucination. Every man, woman,
       and child is locked in the paradigm of what they assume is
       real...and it's a grey little prison.
       To my detractors, I say this...please allow me to stretch my
       tentacles. Please do me the courtesy of believing as I wish.
       Please disabuse yourself of the notion that you are awake,
       conscious, and cognizant of the whole situation. Long ago, I
       chose to believe in Kullulu, Satan, Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sothoth,
       and Zalal. I chose to walk the road of madness...My belief gives
       these gelatinous, winged, blasphemous, and sickening undulant
       fiends power. I don't accept consensus reality. Ideas such as
       dualism: the clear and clean distinction between this and that,
       one thing another, real and imaginary...are as repugnant to me
       as the meaningless lives we are all expected to endure.
       Yes, I have a good-sized ego and sometimes I can be unpleasant;
       however, that doesn't mean I'm not also the surreptitious,
       starry savior of all mankind. Spear-heading an antediluvian
       religious movement takes struggle, dedication, and spiritual
       foundation. The Cult of Kullulu is important to me because it
       unveils the actual, hideous truth...it shows the world as it
       could be!
       The Cult of Kullulu is founded upon what I believe, and my
       beliefs are built upon an elder wisdom. I didn't create this
       teaching from nothing; I pieced it together using my own
       faculties combined with impressions from Higher Minds and Hidden
       Masters..from the Great Nephilim themselves! They manifest
       through me, Obed Marsh, the Cult of Kullulu High Priest. I am
       their brother, friend, and disciple. In exchange, the dark gods
       have granted me tremendous power.
       Barriers are corroding. Rifts are opening. Gateways have just
       been breached. Kullulu stirs from His death-like sleep and we,
       His children, must also Awake!
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