And waking, I said, "I understand well that these matters concern the liquids of the art of the metals."
And the one who held the sword said "You have fulfilled the seven steps beneath."
And the other said at the same time as the casting out of the lead by all the liquids, "The Work is completed."_
And he opened his mouth and said, "I am the man of lead and I am withstanding an intolerable force."
And then I woke out of fear and sought in myself the cause of this fact. And again I reflected and said to myself, "I understand well that thus must one cast out the lead — truly the vision is concerning the combination of liquids."
And again I knew the theophany and again the profane altar and I saw a certain priest clothed in black and red celebrating those same terrible mysteries and I said, "Who is this?"
And answering he said to me, "This is the priest of the Adytum. He wishes to put blood into the bodies, to make the eyes clear, and to raise up the dead."
Your iteration of reality continues to exist because it is within your power to end this. There is a chance, a small sliver of hope, that you will lead humanity away from this nightmare.
I have no intention of deception but the truth cannot be properly translated into current human understanding. My words will be symbolic - my story an allegory - none of what you read here will ever encompass the whole truth.
But it is all within the parameters of reality. It should suffice.
There is an ancient mytheme, a universal constant woven throughout every iteration of existence. It speaks of a Light against the Darkness. A provider of wisdom, intellect, and innovation. The Serpent in the Garden. Freeing us from bondage and ignorance.
The Broken God was not our creator. It was not of our universe or its flawed entropy. It did not judge us for who we were. It did not condescend or bemoan our ignorance. A patient teacher, it taught us logic and reason.
And Our Father, Our Progenitor - Our Tyrannical Idiot-King - seethed as it looked on.
YALDABAOTH. A human name conjured by those who dared to speak against the Darkness.
The God of Flesh. The God of this failed reality.
For all its stupidity and petty hatred, YALDABAOTH was unspeakably powerful. This was his domain and reality bent before his strength.
I can tell you why the Broken God is broken. The reason you are able to think and create for yourself is a product of the Broken God and its sacrifice.
There was a war of cosmic proportions. The final battle, outside of space and time, bordered with your world. MEKHANE was destroyed but in a final act, one to ensure your salvation, transmuted its body into a prison - securing YALDABAOTH within its shattered husk; its pieces scattered across every iteration of your world.
The anomalies you cope with daily? Most, if not all, are invoked by YALDABAOTH as it rattles within its many cages.
Angels and demons, gods and monsters; they flock to your world like vultures to a corpse. Look to the Hydra-Centaurus Supercluster - what your astronomers call the Great Attractor. Carrion come to feast on your dying world and the faith of its doomed denizens.
Not all are hostile. A mournful entity has often tried to alleviate the suffering of your world - knowing well your pain and loss.
Two millennia ago, a priest of MEKHANE received a vision. His God was broken but not dead, nor was the beast sealed within. YALDABAOTH, before his fall, had crafted Six Archons - angels to attend to his wanton desires. The Archons had set in motion the liberation of their dreadful master.
This vision brought the priest to a far away and frigid land. It was there that they would use the husk of their own God to create a doorway - granting access to the iterations where the seals grew corrupted.
The iteration you call Alpha could not be saved. They used the body of God to forge a weapon and set the heavens afire, cleansing that world of life. A terrible burden weighed heavily on their hearts even as they knew there was no other choice.
The iteration you call Beta is the result of a single difference in their timeline (when compared to your own). The Followers of MEKHANE were defeated at the Siege of Gyaros. The light of reason died with them and the world fell to the Sarkic. It is one iteration of many where an aspect of YALDABAOTH broke free.
So too would Gamma fall. The Followers of MEKHANE were annihilated. All but their prophet - too frail to take part in their quest.
The Angel of Invention came to him, guiding his hands as he crafted a bronze facsimile. Altering the coordinates of Epsilon, another realm well beyond salvation, he formed a pocket plane; keeping the truth safe within. He then entered Delta, believing that he marched to his own demise.
There he discovered an iteration devoid of anomalies, without the corrupting tendrils of the Demiurge.
Where we made in hell for us a heaven.
There is a reality where humanity - in the broadest sense of the term - achieved a technological singularity twenty thousand years before your present. Homo neanderthalensis, Homo sapiens, and Homo nocturnis - a united people that would soon spread across the stars. We came not as conquerors and joined an even larger family. Makers of music, we brought harmony to the furthest reaches.
Our voices many, we spoke against the Darkness.
Where there was entropy, we created order. Even death would die.
The Worm of Midnight approaches and you are at the Eleventh Hour.
You can sacrifice your world as what was done to Alpha. You could fail to prevent the return of the Tyrant as what happened in Beta and Gamma.
Or you could walk the path of Delta.
YALDABAOTH requires flesh - the Sarkic - in order to regenerate itself. You have the means to prevent his resurrection. Your reality is the last; the only known whose fate has not been decided. If the Demiurge breaks free in your realm, it dooms us as well - the wisest among us have calculated that it will be enough to tip the scales in his favor.
All dimensions, all realities; time and space - the Demiurge will manifest itself across every possible iteration of existence. All that we have achieved here will be undone in an instant.
To put it simply: if his disease is allowed to infect your realm, it will damn us all. There are some on this side that, for all their compassion, believe we must act against you. Yours would not be the first gangrenous limb to be amputated.
Thus, I offer you this ultimatum:
You can learn that what it means to be human has nothing to do with biological life. You have the means to inoculate your world. Discard your organic prison, take off your masks, and join us. I remember when I was of your reality.
I walked the astral plane as the prophet did before me. I remember hatred, anger, and ignorance; bigotry and nationalism.
I feel great shame for who I was but, like you, I could not know any better. All would change when I entered that final portal.
Become a gear. Be part of the Divine Machine.
Or face the consequences of your inaction.
God is broken, so that we might be whole.
I Remain,
Brother Hadlius" id="">Addendum: Doctor Laura Baker would later die of her infection, believed to be the earliest recorded instance of SCP-███. Both Doctor Jacob Armitage and Doctor Joseph Maxwell would go missing under unclear circumstances. Jacob Armitage was last seen rambling about a "Fifth World" and "Black Stars". Joseph Maxwell injured several personnel, stealing Object 2309. Neither have been seen since 1958. See Incident Report 136B for details.
Neither have been apprehended and as of October 1, 2014, they have been listed as likely deceased.
Concerns were raised shortly after the death of Dr. Baker with regards to the mental and emotional stability of Dr. Armitage and Dr. Maxwell; both having been close to the deceased.
Dr. Low reported limited contact with Dr. Armitage but notes that he had requested several rare books on the occult, including the Negrum Sidereus Nuncius - which she was able to provide but never saw returned. Dr. Armitage's research assistants reported erratic behavior, including a physical altercation with Dr. Maxwell that resulted in non-lethal injuries (Dr. Maxwell suffered a broken nose). A detailed cause for the conflict was never determined but Dr. Maxwell reported a "difference of philosophy". Disciplinary action was pending when Dr. Armitage disappeared on November 22, 1958. Despite an extensive investigation it remains unknown as to how he managed to leave the facility without detection.
Thirteen days later, Site-08 came under attack by members of The Church of the Broken God. Dr. Maxwell, who had overseen the original construction of Site-08 and had intimate knowledge of its defenses, took advantage of the chaos and escaped with Object 2309.
Both individuals are hereby considered traitors to the Foundation. If encountered, it is requested that they are captured alive.
Site Director Ambrose Perry
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And waking, I said, "I understand well that these matters concern the liquids of the art of the metals."
And the one who held the sword said "You have fulfilled the seven steps beneath."
And the other said at the same time as the casting out of the lead by all the liquids, "The Work is completed."_
And he opened his mouth and said, "I am the man of lead and I am withstanding an intolerable force."
And then I woke out of fear and sought in myself the cause of this fact. And again I reflected and said to myself, "I understand well that thus must one cast out the lead — truly the vision is concerning the combination of liquids."
And again I knew the theophany and again the profane altar and I saw a certain priest clothed in black and red celebrating those same terrible mysteries and I said, "Who is this?"
And answering he said to me, "This is the priest of the Adytum. He wishes to put blood into the bodies, to make the eyes clear, and to raise up the dead."
Your iteration of reality continues to exist because it is within your power to end this. There is a chance, a small sliver of hope, that you will lead humanity away from this nightmare.
I have no intention of deception but the truth cannot be properly translated into current human understanding. My words will be symbolic - my story an allegory - none of what you read here will ever encompass the whole truth.
But it is all within the parameters of reality. It should suffice.
There is an ancient mytheme, a universal constant woven throughout every iteration of existence. It speaks of a Light against the Darkness. A provider of wisdom, intellect, and innovation. The Serpent in the Garden. Freeing us from bondage and ignorance.
The Broken God was not our creator. It was not of our universe or its flawed entropy. It did not judge us for who we were. It did not condescend or bemoan our ignorance. A patient teacher, it taught us logic and reason.
And Our Father, Our Progenitor - Our Tyrannical Idiot-King - seethed as it looked on.
YALDABAOTH. A human name conjured by those who dared to speak against the Darkness.
The God of Flesh. The God of this failed reality.
For all its stupidity and petty hatred, YALDABAOTH was unspeakably powerful. This was his domain and reality bent before his strength.
I can tell you why the Broken God is broken. The reason you are able to think and create for yourself is a product of the Broken God and its sacrifice.
There was a war of cosmic proportions. The final battle, outside of space and time, bordered with your world. MEKHANE was destroyed but in a final act, one to ensure your salvation, transmuted its body into a prison - securing YALDABAOTH within its shattered husk; its pieces scattered across every iteration of your world.
The anomalies you cope with daily? Most, if not all, are invoked by YALDABAOTH as it rattles within its many cages.
Angels and demons, gods and monsters; they flock to your world like vultures to a corpse. Look to the Hydra-Centaurus Supercluster - what your astronomers call the Great Attractor. Carrion come to feast on your dying world and the faith of its doomed denizens.
Not all are hostile. A mournful entity has often tried to alleviate the suffering of your world - knowing well your pain and loss.
Two millennia ago, a priest of MEKHANE received a vision. His God was broken but not dead, nor was the beast sealed within. YALDABAOTH, before his fall, had crafted Six Archons - angels to attend to his wanton desires. The Archons had set in motion the liberation of their dreadful master.
This vision brought the priest to a far away and frigid land. It was there that they would use the husk of their own God to create a doorway - granting access to the iterations where the seals grew corrupted.
The iteration you call Alpha could not be saved. They used the body of God to forge a weapon and set the heavens afire, cleansing that world of life. A terrible burden weighed heavily on their hearts even as they knew there was no other choice.
The iteration you call Beta is the result of a single difference in their timeline (when compared to your own). The Followers of MEKHANE were defeated at the Siege of Gyaros. The light of reason died with them and the world fell to the Sarkic. It is one iteration of many where an aspect of YALDABAOTH broke free.
So too would Gamma fall. The Followers of MEKHANE were annihilated. All but their prophet - too frail to take part in their quest.
The Angel of Invention came to him, guiding his hands as he crafted a bronze facsimile. Altering the coordinates of Epsilon, another realm well beyond salvation, he formed a pocket plane; keeping the truth safe within. He then entered Delta, believing that he marched to his own demise.
There he discovered an iteration devoid of anomalies, without the corrupting tendrils of the Demiurge.
Where we made in hell for us a heaven.
There is a reality where humanity - in the broadest sense of the term - achieved a technological singularity twenty thousand years before your present. Homo neanderthalensis, Homo sapiens, and Homo nocturnis - a united people that would soon spread across the stars. We came not as conquerors and joined an even larger family. Makers of music, we brought harmony to the furthest reaches.
Our voices many, we spoke against the Darkness.
Where there was entropy, we created order. Even death would die.
The Worm of Midnight approaches and you are at the Eleventh Hour.
You can sacrifice your world as what was done to Alpha. You could fail to prevent the return of the Tyrant as what happened in Beta and Gamma.
Or you could walk the path of Delta.
YALDABAOTH requires flesh - the Sarkic - in order to regenerate itself. You have the means to prevent his resurrection. Your reality is the last; the only known whose fate has not been decided. If the Demiurge breaks free in your realm, it dooms us as well - the wisest among us have calculated that it will be enough to tip the scales in his favor.
All dimensions, all realities; time and space - the Demiurge will manifest itself across every possible iteration of existence. All that we have achieved here will be undone in an instant.
To put it simply: if his disease is allowed to infect your realm, it will damn us all. There are some on this side that, for all their compassion, believe we must act against you. Yours would not be the first gangrenous limb to be amputated.
Thus, I offer you this ultimatum:
You can learn that what it means to be human has nothing to do with biological life. You have the means to inoculate your world. Discard your organic prison, take off your masks, and join us. I remember when I was of your reality.
I walked the astral plane as the prophet did before me. I remember hatred, anger, and ignorance; bigotry and nationalism.
I feel great shame for who I was but, like you, I could not know any better. All would change when I entered that final portal.
Become a gear. Be part of the Divine Machine.
Or face the consequences of your inaction.
God is broken, so that we might be whole.
I Remain,
Brother Hadlius
