NECRONOMICON TEXT  by Jake Schwartz

{The following could be, should be, but perhaps is not, a fable, fantasy or
illusion. Any similarity to anything, you had better see a Head Shrinker.
Finally, all the names have been changed to protect the guilty and my
reputation from legal action and also my psychologist who feels anyone who does
Magick deserves to be committed.}
     I was first introduced to the NECRONOMICON by Sol who was, at that time,
guiding me through the Caballa. He loaned me a copy of the book which I copied
and placed into a loose leaf binder. I would like to share with you some of my
thoughts and experiences.  However, I will not guarantee any of this as to
accuracy or actuality. I will allow you, the reader, to decide for yourself.
A. History
     The was a knock on the door of Sol's apartment. When opened, a monk stood
at the portal bearing scrolls. These he presented to Sol and departed. The
scrolls were a copy of the NECRONOMICON, presumably translated from the
Sumarian cuneiform into French. The task of translation from French to English
was required, and completed. It was shortly thereafter that I came into
possession of the book. Five copies were made. Sol had one, I a second, and the
remaining three were given to other occultists. I was told the book, as do most
grimoires, was cursed. Anyone using it would die a horrible death. Some time
later, I heard that three of the Occultists had died: one in a automobile
accident, falling fallen from a building, and the third in some way unknown to
me.
     I accepted the curse but continued to work with the book anyway.  More on
the curse later.
     When the book had been translated from the French scrolls into English,
the scrolls were no longer needed. Again came the knock on Sol's door. A second
time the monk stood at the threshold. He was given the scrolls and departed.
The monk was never heard from again.
B. Banishings
     The book was not complete in that it contained no banishings for the
workings. The first task both Sol and I undertook was to write the proper
banishings for the work.
     Herein, allow me to indicate it is normally accepted that the older the
work, the more powerful the energy associated with it. This book was reputed to
be ancient, even older than the Hebrew culture in which I was raised. However,
being knowledgeable in Hebrew, I researched this area for a possible key. I
began to chant the "Kaddish", a beautiful Hebrew prayer intended as adoration
for a person who recently suffered the death of a loved one. However, It
contains not a prayer for the dead, but an adoration for God and the living. It
was reputed to have a mystical origin. I began to use it at the beginning of
any work and ended with Psalm 23. This Psalm is also reputed to have mystical
origins. I discovered this arrangement intuitively after prayers and meditation
for guidance. It was apparent I was destined to use the book in some way.
Similarly, Sol began to use the Lord's Prayer.
C. Unwanted Entities
   One day, while we were together, Sol related a story of the time he visited
a psychic friend. She asked him what the entities attached to him were. He had
been unaware of their presence. This brought about further realization the
grimoire was incomplete in its banishing content.  He called these entities
"Igigi", as mentioned in the book. "Igigi" are energy forms of low order that
attach themselves to human beings and eventually drain energy, somewhat similar
to psychic vampires. Obviously, it was time to rid himself of these creatures.
Which he did.
D. A Dog Bit the Hand that Fed Him.
     Here is a further illustration of the book's power. At the time, I was
sharing an apartment with Bea, a close friend,  and a small fiery cockapoo
(cross between a cocker spaniel and a poodle) dog, "Easy Man".  Easy Man and I
got along well. He was hot-tempered but, friendly. His major desire was to eat,
sleep and wag his long furry tail almost continuously so close to the floor it
produced a thumping sound.  One could always tell Easy Man was around. The
apartment had four rooms, one of which was set aside for a temple. Whenever, I
performed a ritual I closed the temple door. Easy Man would sit outside
thumping his tail indicating he wanted to come in. However, on the day I began
to use the Necronomicon, I cautioned Bea to lock Easy Man in her room and not
allow him to remain outside the temple door.  Easy Man is not an easy dog to
lock up. He usually sits just inside the room barking and snarling his
displeasure incessantly. I began to work the CONJURATION OF THE FIRE GOD and
also open the NANNA gate as illustrated in the section entitled Luna Exorcism.
Unknown to me during the ritual, Bea, annoyed by Easy Man's barking, allowed
him out of her room. He ran to station himself outside the temple door waiting
patiently for me to come out. I finished the ritual and opened the door.  Easy
Man was waiting. He snarled, jumped up, pounced on me and bit into my arm
tearing off a small (fortunately) piece of flesh. I looked at him, snarling and
growling in a way I never saw before, readying himself to jump again. His eyes
were red with fury. He leaped again.  This time I was ready. He leaped toward
me. As he was in mid air I chopped him across the muzzle.  I chopped and
slapped him several times until he settled down and the Easy Man look returned
to his eyes.  I sat on the floor and cuddled him in my arms. He licking my
hands and face.  Easy Man was back.  Finally, realizing the bloody arm, I
called Bea who cleaned and bandaged it.  Never again did she let him get close
to my circle.  Hence, the statement in the book "One of our colleagues was
fearfully attacked by his dog directly following a fairly simple and
uncomplicated formula from this book."
E. PUBLICATION AT LAST
    Months later, while Sol and I were in my new apartment, we began to discuss
the possibility of publishing the book.
It was at that time, Schlangekraft Publishing Company, Inc.  was born.
[Schlangekraft means Serpent Power as translated from German.] Initially, we
were going to print it inexpensively in an 8 1/2 by 11 format.  However, on the
Thursday before we were to print it, I suggested we wait. Sol was going to
lecture on the book at the "Magickal Childe", an occult shop in Manhattan, on
Sunday coming.  "Perhaps," I suggested, "someone will come up to you after the
lecture and insist on publishing the book."
     I was not serious at the time. But that Sunday a publisher did appear. The
book was subsequently published in three editions far more exquisitely than I
could have dreamed. One edition, bound in English leather and silver embossed
covers, numbered and limited to 666 copies.  A wonderful concept a la Aleister
Crowley. A similar, less expensive edition had good cloth binding and finally,
several thousand soft cover versions.
     During this time, Sol and I lost contact with each other. However, one day
in January, I heard the door open Sol walked in, came into  my kitchen and
tossed a small shopping bag toward me on the kitchen table.  I opened the bag
and extracted my personal copy of the NECRONOMICON in English leather and
silver embossing. It was my number also, #123, and bore the inscription "From
whom the NECRONOMICON drew blood".  I was delighted. We sat, looked at each
other and laughed, laughed, laughed. I still cherish the book and have not
allowed anyone touch it. It is in a place of reverence.
    I heard there were many problems in publishing the book. Schedules were
missed, material late and finally, the illustrator wanted to quit.
It was said he was locked in the room all night until he finished the drawings.
The book, it seemed, was resisting being published.
Yet, despite the difficulties, the book was printed.
F. More Notoriety
   During the year following publication, its notoriety grew. I would receive a
telephone call, the voice on the other end saying, "Would you like a copy of
the NECRONOMICON?"
    "Of course," I would answer. The person would come to my house and, at my
request, drop the book through the doorway into my temple and leave, most
commenting the book was not for them. I accumulated as many as eight or nine
books at one time. However, the NECRONOMICON was definitely for me.
G. Miracle, Magick or Coincidence?
  More on the curse. It was said, and I repeat, the first five copies of the
book were cursed. I had one copy in my possession. A member of the group, whom
I shall call, Mike wanted to borrow the copy for a year. He asked me each time
we met. For a year, I said, "NO!"
Mike and I would play chess every Wednesday night at my house. One Wednesday,
Will, a new member of my magickal group, sat with us. He told Mike and me his
sister was ready to deliver a baby, but the child was breech.  Meaning the
child was positioned feet first with the umbilical cord wrapped around its
neck. This would require a Cesarean section if unchanged. Mike and I played
chess, the child apparently on our minds, below the surface of our
consciousness. The game ended when one side had a king and a pawn. On the other
side only a king remained.
     After the game ended and the pieces were off the board, we realized the
pawn had been maneuvered around the King several times.  Our thoughts were that
the child would turn that night.  We felt so good, and had especially enjoyed
each other's company. When Mike asked to borrow the book, I agreed. The next
morning the child did turn and Will's sister delivered normally. Our intuition
had been correct.
H. A Tragic Loss ... The Curse Strikes again?
     Thursday night, I received a phone call from a friend of Mike's
girlfriend. Mike had not been home since Wednesday night. I assured her I would
look for him and return her call tomorrow night. Mike was taken at times to
sleep in my basement rather than go home.  First thing, I looked in my
basement. He had been there as cigarette butts and ashes were on the floor. But
no trace of him now. Friday, at work, I began to call the area hospitals
describing Mike and asking, whether or not, an emergency patient fitting his
description was accepted Wednesday night or Thursday. No one fitting his
description was admitted to the hospitals I called. I began to meditate,
visualizing Mike. My growing inner feeling was to call the morgue. Concern
increasing, I called the morgue, and to my dismay was told they had received an
unidentified body early Thursday morning.  One of my students, also working
Magick with me, knew Mike. As I didn't want to go alone, I explained, " David,
Mike has not been at home since Wednesday. I called the morgue and was told an
unidentified body fitting his description was brought in. Would you go with
me?"
     David accompanied me to the morgue. There I viewed the body via television
monitor. It was Mike. Both David and I had to look twice to be sure. The rear
of his head was flattened. The police record described his demise.
     "Thursday morning at approximately 2:00 A.M. the perpetrator, a swarthy,
dark haired man about 5' 10", dressed in a flannel shirt and dungarees, ran
into "George's Bar" on Sixth Street and First Avenue, brandishing a 22 caliber
pistol.  He screamed, "I'm going to kill all Puerto Ricans," and proceeded to
fire two shots into the ceiling. He turned, ran out into the street, hailed a
taxi and fired two shots killing the driver, a Richard Lane immediately. He
then turned and saw the victim crossing the street while walking a dog.
Approaching his second victim from behind, he fired one round into the right
rear of the victim's head, piercing the skull and penetrating deep into the
brain where it remains.  The dog ran off. The perpetrator is still at large.
The body bore no identification and was received [in the morgue] at 3:30 A.M.
Thursday, April 16, l979.  Officer Paul Montgomery 60947 " It is still
conjecture whether or not the curse claimed another victim or, possibly, Mike
sacrificed his life to allow Will's sister to have a normal birth. You can be
the judge.
    After, I notified Mike's girlfriend, located his mother in Florida and
attended the funeral, I gained permission from Mike's mother to enter his
apartment and dispose of his belongings. The book was there. I bore it home.
I. A FINAL Note.
     During my travels over the past ten years, I would mention the
NECRONOMICON in conversation to others interested in the Magickal Arts.  For
the most part the comments I received were of fear. Some expressed a nebulous
respect for the book, but refused to use it. Some expressed an interest in its
workings, but had been told the book was dangerous.  This is the mystique
surrounding the book since its publication. I do not know how many copies are
in circulation and being used. But I know it had to be published ,if for no
other purpose than to provide the universe with another source of knowledge.
Only through shedding light on the mysteries of this world can we truly