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Black Lotus Dreams by MrZarono Black Lotus Dreams by MrZarono

   Abdul Alhazrad was pleased with the spot he had chosen to perform the Black Lotus Ritual. It was a one room hut on the edge of the wastelands. Once the home of a madman who wandered the hills talking to shadows and oddly formed rocks, that hermit had disappeared one night during a sandstorm and the place had been shunned since. The hut had a single window facing south and that too was a good omen; for as a boy Alhazrad had glimpsed an ice bound mountain in the grip a fever dream and had known it was in the southern most reaches of earth. Perhaps the visions that the Black Lotus granted would allow him to see that mountain again or even the things that slumbered beneath it.
  Alhazrad seated himself in the midst of a complex series of circles and mystic symbols drawn in white chalk on the floor. He chanted the Dho-Na formulae as he lit the brazier. The dried Black Lotus began to smolder and lazily the blue smoke rose, tendrils coiling and twisting like serpents. As the smoke drew near his face, Alhazrad inhaled deeply.
 The lotus fumes struck his brain like thunder, he had brief but terrible sensation of falling down an endless tunnel, then he was standing, staring at his still chanting body, Alhazrad's astral form had been freed from the cage of flesh. He turned toward the window and could see countless paths leading from it. Alhazrad stepped through and began to travel.
  He flew through nearer astral realms and beheld spirits of the dead, some lost in  false bliss and others lost in equally false torment. Those realms could not hold him and he probed beyond the nearer realms and glimpsed the maelstrom of time itself. Lean and hungry Hounds of Tindalos stalked the edge of the maelstrom, he spoke to those things, telling them the time and place to slay his earthly enemies. That vague scent was enough for the tindalosi, they leaped into the vortex to find their prey.

   Alhazrad guided his spirit sideways into the lands of dream. There he marveled at great shantaks on the wing and was briefly entertained by the antics of playful zoogs. Then he watched as the zoogs devoured a lone traveler and his amusement became revulsion.

  He left the dreamlands and returned to the plane of earth. He sent his spirit to the very bottom of the sea where he stood with Mother Hydra and her daughters before the sunken tomb of Great Cthulhu. He felt a call from the sepulchre and he entered within, his spirit passing through the stone like mist. There he beheld the corpse of Great Cthulhu, a mountain of alien flesh that was dead but still dreaming. That dreaming essence of Cthulhu flowed out to touch him and something attached itself to Alhazrad, pain ripped through both his astral and corporeal forms.    

  The agony shattered the spell and sent the sorcerer's soul crashing back to his body. Alhazrad  came to his senses with the morning light, the black lotus had long since burnt out, the sigils and diagrams on the floor were smudged from the convulsions that had wracked his body through the night. But something had changed in Alhazrad, as though a veil had been lifted from his eyes, he perceived certain angles were corridors leading to other worlds where other things gazed hatefully upon mankind. The were also changes in his physical form, but Alhazrad decided it would be best to hide those from curious eyes and bound himself with rags as though he were a leper. For those new parts of himself fought for control and they were so very hungry.
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EmmetEarwax Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Another tale of Alhazred's beginnings was THE FACE IN THE DESERT where the narrator sees pillars .each topped with a sculpted head. Most of them were hellish races that preceded man (I was doing a descript of the THINGS but decided to efface it -lest you be OUTRAGED). One was of Alhazred and the last was his own face ! All these had stood here and been linked to - Outside. The horizon was frightening...

The story is by Ramsey Campbell.
MrZarono Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2016   General Artist
I would like to read that one.
EmmetEarwax Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Arkham House, as always, allowed the book THE INHABITANT OF THE LAKE to go out of print, after but 2000 or so copies were printed. So it is a rare book, and I treasure my copy. It did not have THE FACE IN THE DESERT, THE MADNESS FROM THE VAULTS (2 versions,set on Tond), THE CHURCH IN HIGH STREET (2 versions, #1 set in Kingsport, the 2nd in England).

These have been reprinted in later collections of Campbell's mythos work. I have COLD PRINT, but the paperback may have corrupted a few lines.  
Alsalamek Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2016
Great work
MrZarono Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2016   General Artist
Vladokaz Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2016
HOLY SHIT! These details are awesome!
MrZarono Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2016   General Artist
Ustranga Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2016   Traditional Artist
Awesome work!
MrZarono Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2016   General Artist
Nitta94 Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2016  Student General Artist
Nice work 😎
MrZarono Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2016   General Artist
psymonster1974 Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2016
As a recovered black lotus addict, I advise 'just say no'
MrZarono Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2016   General Artist
It can't be that bad the guy in the photo has been on it for hundreds of years and see how good he looks:D
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