Necrom

The God With No Name

Petitions the almighty, Earth-shattering power of Necrom of the Underworld to change, improve, or alter a given situation or issue. When all else fails, this is what you need.

Via the “obsidian mirror” I climb the spiralling black ladder, down and down, to the realm below, the place of shadows.

Shadows that shimmer and transform.

And make changes which resolve situations on the Earth plane.

For private members only
(Except under extraordinary circumstances)

The seething abyss of the lower realms.
It’s a place feared today.

But has always been part of the magico-shamanism of ancient peoples.

In reality this “abyss” is the place of formations.

It’s a place where events and situations in the material realm can be altered or changed.

Let’s be clear.

This is not a place for the faint-hearted.
Nor for those with feeble will.

It’s a place of dead souls, monstrous atavisms, and shudderingly frightening and powerful creatures that look like mutants of some distance apocalypse.

Now and then we catch glimpses of these in the human world — Big Foot, skinwalkers, and the Loch Ness Monster.

To be fair, there’s also a few fun demons that — almost literally — you can have a wild party or intriguing adventure with.

These too have been known to wander our green and pleasant land, typically scaring the hell out of the unwary just for the hell of it. But so long as you recognize them for what they are, you’re fine.

Now we come to Necrom…

We shouldn’t actually utter his name, to be frank.
Rather we should call him the “god with no name.”

That’s safer.

It’s not so much that he would do us any harm.
More that his very name itself holds power.

It’s this god with no name that can seriously get things done on the Earthly plane.
Few occultists have even heard of Necrom.

Only those that were on the wild fringe of hippy and “freak” culture of the 1960s and early 1970s — those that didn’t take too many drugs and lose all semblance of sanity, that is.

Ethno-botanist Terence McKenna, perhaps, with his DMT experiments and being hurled into other reality and meeting the “machine elves of hyperspace,” among other curious critters.

What can our underworld magico-shamanism do for you?

It can transform a situation or issue, or get you want you want in life.

We won’t go into details as that lacks a certain decorum.

You will know what it is you require.

And you can state this directly in the questionnaire we send out if you decide to take up this working.

NO RISK to you.

I take all the risk
But I know what I’m doing.

What’s more, there is no comeback, no chance of what the less-educated call “bad karma.”

You are completely safe in this endeavour.

What I do

At the prescribed day and hour, according to lunar and solar alignments, I go to a place of power.

Typically a Bronze Age mound or monument, somewhere deserted and lonesome.

Once situated, I meditate to clear my mind of thoughts and language patterns.

I then enter visionary trance, spinning off the hypnogogic visions that shimmer and sparkle before my closed eyes.

Soon I am on the astral plane.

Making my way past strange, ephemeral landscapes, curious humanoid entities, and otherworldly creatures.

Entry to the underworld is many and varied.

It can be a cave.
A wooded grove.
Stone circle.

All are on the parallel planes.

I can’t predict what it will be.
And it takes time to locate the entry point.

As I descend the “black ladder” which spirals down to the underworld (there’s actually no real down or up, it’s all turns of phrase for convenience), I have to be very careful as there are many entities that seek to delude and trick me.

It’s never a safe journey.

The landscape of the Underworld can take many forms.

Typically, it’s a lonesome plain, with a few trees and rocks on the semi-twilit sprawl.

Usually there’s a stone circle.
I enter that and stand in the centre.

It is here that Necrom makes his appearance.

I don’t want to say much more about this…

It’s an utterly bewildering experience, one where you resolutely have to keep your nerve… and not fall into abject terror, for, if you do, you will be a lost soul forever roaming the obsidian wastes.

When confronted with Necrom, the shocking part is you come to know that nothing whatsoever is real - not even our Earthly plane. To say it is all an illusion would be wrong, as that implies there is somewhere that is real.

There isn’t.

This realization is what can drive the unwary adventurer to insanity.

You have to be able to accept this or you’re forever lost and confused, mostly a gibbering basket case.

Accepting it, though, transforms your consciousness in ways beyond the ability of language to describe.

Suffice to say, I am able to petition Necrom on your behalf...

This often takes a few hours as he likes to toy with you and is very reluctant to help out humans as a rule. It’s often a battle of wits and demands all you’ve got in terms of saying the right things, which have to contain many ironies and even witticisms.

You have to be a veritable Oscar Wilde to deal with Necrom.

Once I’ve managed to get Necrom to agree to my petition to him on your behalf, then we’re good to go.

Save for one last thing.

The offering.
Which is done back on the Earthly plane.

Typically I leave three Victorian pennies at a Bronze Age or Neolithic mound here in Suffolk.

That always works well.
Necrom is typically more than satisfied.

The veil is thin — act now before the gate closes.

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