Newsgroups: alt.horror.cthulhu,alt.necromicon From: mporter@nyx.cs.du.edu (Mitchell Porter) Subject: NecroMicon FAQ Organization: Nyx, Public Access Unix @ U. of Denver Math/CS dept. Date: Sun, 1 Nov 92 05:13:09 GMT The alt.necromicon F.A.Q. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Q. What is the NecroMicon? The NecroMicon (literally, "The Book of Dead Mice") is a near-legendary text, also known as "Al As-if". It was written in Damascus in 730 A.D. by Abdul Alhirra (known irreverently in the modern West as: "Bill the Cat"), of whom little is known, other than that he travelled widely and may have been the originator of the "Ackankar" cult. Q. Where may the NecroMicon be found? Unfortunately, the original Arab text has been lost, and only fragments remain of the various translations that were attempted. The most notable such translation was the work of an otherwise unknown cleric called "the mysterious Wormius"; we even know of his name only through tertiary sources (for example, the fine historical researches of Dr Phileus Sadowsky). Most likely Wormius encountered Alhirra in the course of an inspection of booty brought back from the Crusades. It is believed that the exiled cabalist Ignatz Eliezer carried a copy of Wormius' translation with him to Prague, where he met Dr John-D, the famous English magician and rapper (best known in this regard for introducing the magickal cry "IAO!" to rap, the modern form of which is "Yo!"). John-D in turn translated Wormius into Enochian, encoded the result with a complex multivalent substitution cipher, and sold the new manuscript to Rudolf II of Bavaria, as the work of Roger Bacon. Over the centuries many scholars of the occult puzzled over John-D's handiwork; perhaps the most notorious of these was Adam Weishaupt, who as a young man was fascinated by the mysterious "illuminated manuscript". Rudolf's collection was broken up with the passage of time, with his collection of rare manuscripts making its way to the venerable Jorge's famous library in Italy. It survived the fire that destroyed Jorge's abbey and took his life, and along with the other remaining fragments of Jorge's collection was stored at a Jesuit college for many years. In 1912 it was discovered there by Wilfred Voynich, a Polish scientist and lover of rare books. He was also the son-in-law of George Boole, the logician, and he may have had the impression that the manuscript contained certain ideas of Bacon's that anticipated modern combinatorics. Ever since then there has been a global effort to decipher the Voynich Manuscript, as it is now known. A history of this effort can be found in "The Voynich Manuscript: An Elegant Enigma", by Mary D'Empirio (ADA 070 618; US Department of Commerce, National Technical Information Service, Washington DC, 1978). Several times solutions have been announced, but all have been found wanting. The text of the manuscript itself is available via anonymous ftp from rand.org (192.5.14.33) (/pub/jim/voynich.tar.Z). Q. What is the content of the NecroMicon? The book is generally agreed to have contained Alhirra's metaphysical speculations. "Bill the Cat" appears to have outlined a baroque cosmology in which our world is one of many "fabricated" worlds, made for various purposes. Alhirra's philosophy is not unusual for its time in possessing teleological elements, but what truly sets it apart is that the purpose of our world is seen to be the performance of a giant *calculation* (ironic, given Voynich's likely presumptions about the manuscript's content, mentioned above). In this respect he is remarkably modern (see, for example, Edward Fredkin's recent attempts to view the universe as a computational process). From the modern viewpoint, Alhirra subsequently diminishes the attractiveness of his thought by then introducing his pet obsessions - cryptozoology and numerology. He believed that the overseers of this vast computation (the "Archons" or "Sysadmins", in occult jargon), although originating in another dimension ("the spaces between"), had incarnated in a form visible to us - as *mice*. (Hence the book's title.) He believed that their centre of operations was "an alien city in a cold land to the north" - presumably the Antarctic. Alhirra had several visions of this city from space, perhaps while scrying (these visions later formed the basis of the "Piri Reis" map); he described the city's physical environment, and its flora and fauna, in considerable detail, and it is for this reason that the NecroMicon is also sometimes known as "The Penguin Opus". Alhirra also attached great significance to the number 42, suggesting that this number somehow lay at the heart of the planetary entelechy, but never explaining why. It is a frequent observation that 42 is twice 21, the number of characters in John-D's Enochian alphabet, but otherwise no one know what "Bill" meant by this. Colin Low has written that Alhirra's scrying technique involved the use of "an incense composed of olibanum, storax, dictamnus, opium and hashish", and it has been surmised that the NecroMicon was not meant to be understood except by individuals who had ingested certain rare psychedelic plants. (For more on this line of thought, see ethnopharmacologist Terence McKenna's article on the Voynich manuscript in Issue #7 of "Gnosis" magazine, and the scene in Wilson and Shea's "Illuminatus!" in which Weishaupt attempts to fathom the NecroMicon.) Alhirra himself may have been unhinged by his exploration of consciousness. He is said to have written that to free oneself from "the click of the mouse" (an unclear phrase, apparently referring to the means of their alleged control) one must become "like that cat, dwelling in the midpoint between Something and Nothing, which is neither alive nor dead." Perhaps this is similar to the sentiment that one should be "in the world, but not of it." In any case, Alhirra is said to have met his end while standing on a chair, literally frightened to death by his invisible persecutors; his last words were, "Ia! Cthulhu ack-phffftagn..." Q. What about the Necronomicon? A. A modern superstition, in my opinion, but there are some people on alt.horror.cthulhu who take it seriously.