An Adytum for uncovering and exploring the gnosis and magick of the sources Lovecraft bordered into. To promote and encourage actual research and communion in the earthing of the dream web in order to achieve the Parousia of the Myth: it´s full reification in the initiate´s consciousness and in the world, as possible, chartering the means for the occuring, in this vector of intent. Not a teaching corpus but an autonomous microcell of Primal Myth Gnosis with it´s own rules, very specific in the practice as any all inclusive investigation always is.

We are now entering in the source of dreams and of endemic myth

and this is the place of all repressions arising in the deep, a reflecting deep that nature shows as a pool of water covered in mud,

where if you look closer a million of undistinguished forms grow,

the "mysteries of the worm",

of the bodies who stand in a perpetual tactile gnosis with the soil,

hidden in water,

there is no history here,

no sense of preservation,

no sense of worth either self or alien,

there is the touch of a hand diving in the midnight grass, and the fear of terror itself,

not the actual terror.

When the dream is no more this is the actual terror woven with forgetting the Myth,

a somber grey nowhere land alien to the knowledge of Nothing,

Nothing is the freedom to dream what you dream in absolute loneliness sure that no one is seeing,

no one is listening,

no one is there in fact and you can give voice aloud to the epidemy of wonders and failures nurtured in the bossoms of desire,

and awake the Myth with contorted evil innocent laughs of impossibility,

in the Adytum of the sacred round ekstasis,

once forgotten and dead names giving birth again and again,

and you collapse and rise,

you collapse and rise,

you are beaten,

you are loved,

you are raped,

you are spit upon,

you are seen with eyes that are blind,

endlessly moving eyes of ages long,

no more existing ruins.

Adytum clothed with naked fire,

forget all hierarchies of illusion and let the furnace melt you within,

your body well anchored now to what you have been nurturing in half lived dreams,

awake the Sleeper and evaporate.

The sunken city will then be visible.

Awake the Myth who is in ruins lurking,

devour your body,

and lick the air gazing intently at the space in the stars between.

Hugo Calhim Cristovão