The Ayy Lmao Conspiracy - Journal of Prof. Janáček

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of my work had to be written in quite a hurry. Couldn't edit properly. Will do later. Review as best you can. Critique honestly.

"The following is an excerpt from the journal of Prof. Ing. Josef Janáček, Ph.Dr., professor, researcher and cantor at MATFYZ, the faculty of mathematics and physics of Charles' University, Prague.

I'll read the most important segments, and then I'll give you the rest to do with as you please. I'll start with one of the latest, perhaps most disturbing entries."

May 1st, 1976

I find it difficult to believe the sheer maddening nature of the things I have seen, things unfathomable to the minds of those who have yet to see beyond the veil of ignorance, and do not know whether or not my mind would thank me for fully embracing them. In fact, I write these notes, likely the last words I write, with a great deal of reluctance, and ask that they are not published, lest yet more innocent souls delve too far into the unknown, lest yet more fall victim to the mysteries which rest within.

February 24th, 1976

Whilst browsing a selection of old manuscripts in the national library, I came across a curious book titled 'The Ayy Lmao Conspiracy - Origins, 1897.' Tattered as it was, I could make out the text with relative ease, even to the smallest detail! Quite surprising, considering its age! In fact, I believe its tatty visage only adds to its credibility, further proving that this is indeed an original, possibly somewhat refurbished piece. Most of the scriptures are clearly Latin, with certain segments resembling old Greek, perhaps Hebrew or Aramaic. I know Latin very well, and pride myself for it. For the latter of tongues, however, them being mostly Semitic, I must admit that my knowledge is less than extensive, dare I say downright lacking.

The name is inscribed on a charred piece of modern-day paper. It must have been added by the previous owner. In fact, judging by first glance, it seems less a manuscript on its own, and more an elaborate compilation of discovered texts put together in a far more recent time than is noted on the cover. What happened in 1897 remains a mystery to me.

Nonetheless, the book caught my interest, and I will be sure to translate what is translatable, and hand over the rest to my linguist of choice. If nothing else, it is an oppotunity to dust off my Latin skills.

February 29th, 1976

I am intrigued. I have fully devoted my time and effort towards translating the text of, 'The Ayy Lmao Conspiracy.' I have taken temporary leave from the faculty, only to find a story so truly bizarre that is has left me perplexed, and in search of yet more answers than before! The manuscript appears to have been renewed by the compiler to the best of his abilities, as is evident from the number of grammatical mistakes included, but rarely did it impede my search. The text mentions a decrepit cult of Moon-worshipers discovered in the city of Athens during the high era of Rome. These 'Moon-worshipers', as they are referred to, are said to have taken part in a number of occult activities and rituals, including what appears to depict a flayed man, observed from above by hooded figures with glowing blue eyes, reaching out to his exposed flesh.

The rituals described included, but were not limited to burning at the stake during a full moon, drowning in blue-tinted water, hanging under a moonlit sky... All of these rituals shared three things in common. Firstly, each took place during the night. Secondly, each was somehow associated with objects on the stellar sphere, as was evident from the frequent astronomical markings which accompanied the texts. Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, there was always one recurring image, that of many hooded figures, their gaze set aglow, hands reaching out towards the earthly worshippers below.

Some more creative methods of execution and sacrifice have managed to send chills down my spine. There was one case in particular where two human infants appeared to have been gutted, flayed and severed at the abdomen, forcefully merged together at the middle. The first image depicted the flaying process. The second showed two hooded figures, sawing the children in half. In the last image, the abomination walked upon its four identical arms, having been resurrected by the unsettling presence of the moon people.

I will continue to translate the manuscript.

March 14th, 1976

I have done all that is in my power to translate the Latin portion of the manuscript. It appears to be a manual of sorts, a set of instructions used for occult events, or so I believe. I have studied the former half of the scripture extensively and without proper pause. I have been away from work for three whole weeks, reading about dark things upon which no sights should beset themselves, yet my curiosity does not falter. The mystery behind this supposed 'Moon Cult' deepens with every step, and I feel this research is taking a toll on me.

My dreams are now filled with visions of ritual sacrifices, murders, all witnessed by the unfathomable moon-people, their form shrouded in legend and mystery. I shall give away the latter half of my material for translation, and will eagerly await a response.

I have seen more than is desirable. I will likely never rid myself of the torturous, cruel images, and hope only that I may forget the worst of them. I consider this an opportunity to return to monotony, if only for a short time. Still, the matter interests me so deeply that it is hard to put my research on temporary hold.

March 17th, 1976

Dreams of creatures have begun invading my sleep. I see them, they draw nearer every night, and I can now clearly distinguish their features. Their heads are large, like those of slimy cephalopods. They bear striking resemblance to squids mounted upon tall, slender necks, extending into a bizarre abomination somewhat reminiscent of the human form, yet they expel a sense of perfection and symmetry unlike any I have seen before.

I have also seen structures, beautiful, yet completely illogical and baffling. Walls extending into nothingness, warping in a manner I deem impossible. It is hard to describe in word. The bricks of this strange foreign city appear to pop in and out of existence as my perspective shifts, and rarely do they maintain concrete shape. The view is difficult to maintain in memory, and try as I might, I feel it fading with every passing moment.

Is this becoming an obsession?

March 21st, 1976

The linguist, Václav Svoboda, has sent word of his progress. My analysis, while only an educated guess, was more or less correct. The remaining texts are a combination of Hebrew and Summerian, the latter likely being re-written from clay tablets. How much work the author must have put into this manuscript, I cannot imagine. The Hebrew segment gives the impression of a sort of prophecy. In fact, my colleague was kind enough to translate its meaning fully.

"On the day of defeat and misery, it will be those who reside upon the Moon who shall become the prophets of a new age. The Moon will turn gold upon that day, at the dawn of a new millenium, and give way to the new world order, under the supremacy of those who command from above."

How curious... My friend will continue to translate the text, and has promised a translated version of the Summerian text by the end of this month.

March 27th, 1976

I have done extensive research in the field of moon-worshiping cults, and have found a very curious article, dating back all the way to 1913! It speaks of a fairly unknown astronomer, William Bright, who briefly worked at the university of Oxford. He has been sent before trial after allegedly murdering his friend and colleague in his apartment, upon witnessing what he referred to as a 'dark, degenerate moon-worshiping ritual,' in which his deceased colleague played a key role. He shot him six times in the chest.

The suspect, William Bright, has been deemed insane, and was therefore judged accordingly for his actions. He has been sent Worcester County Asylum, where he resides in relatively good health to this day. I have decided to visit him, and grant him an interview. Perhaps he will be willing to share information on this subject.

March 29th, 1976

With some luck, the Czechoslovakian Socialist Republic granted me permission to visit England for up to one week. I am staying at a room near Worcester, and have already spoken to the asylum staff. Mr. Bright is willing to give me an interview tomorrow. Apparently, however, I am to strictly avoid speaking of 'The Clear Sky,' whatever that may be, as it causes him great distress.

March 30th, 1976

The interview went well. I have added a transcript of the most important parts below.

Prof. Janáček: So how did you learn of the Moon Cult?

Mr. Bright: Ah, I never get that question. You see, it all happened when I was knee-deep in my research. Some professor, can't recall his name, found a tablet in... Iraq, was it? Doesn't matter. That's how I learned about the Moon Cult. Even the Summerians had to deal with the bastards. Thing's more ancient than any religion I've ever seen.

Prof. Janáček: I see, and what was your conclusion?

Mr. Bright: Conclusion? Well, hard to say. I'm a loony, apparently, but I know what I saw. The stars aren't right. Something's coming, I tell you. That Babylonian prophecy made it damn clear, and I've seen proof. They've got people everywhere. An old professor was murdered by one of the degenerate bastards while I was still teaching at Oxford.

Prof. Janáček: Very well. In closing, would you give any personal advice on my research?

Mr. Bright: Stop while you still can. If you ignore the evidence, they'll ignore you. But once you start digging too deep, looking into their history, or God forbid, translating their texts? You're done for. At best, you'll be sent to a place like this, completely disregarded as some mad schizo fucker, and at worst? At worst...

RECORDING END

Near the end, Mr. Bright went quiet. I couldn't get another word from him. Whatever this Moon Cult is capable of doing, it has scarred him for life. I will admit that his warning gives me quite the degree of concern, but I am too far gone. With luck, it is merely the rambling of a senile old man.

I will return to the ČSSR tonight.

April 2nd, 1976

My friend has done as promised. I have just received the latter half of his work. The Summerian text consists of a handful of prophecies, all fairly vague, and a description of astronomical observations, accompanied by incomprehensible scribblings. From what I can gather, they speak of odd patterns in the sky, with stars being out of their usual place.

The writing also contains a list of punishments received by alleged Moon Cultists. Their severity leads me to believe that the Moon Cult was seen with some very negative connotations. Capital punishment was not unusual.

This appears to conclude my research. I have done everything in my power to uncover the mysterious nature of the secluded cult, and I am rather disappointed at my failure to find more. I will now return to my work as a cantor, and hope to forget the more disturbing aspect of my work here.

April 23d, 1976

I recently reviewed the manuscript, and am proud to have found an odd string of letters and numbers at the end of its close, titled 'They Are Coming, 2018.'

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I am unsure of the origins of this text. It has no potential of being an undiscovered language, and I have asked many experts at the faculty for advice, but to no avail. One word, 'photo,' seems to make sense. Perhaps this is a set of coordinates, or a cypher leading to a photo? Or perhaps it is a mere coincidence.

'They Are Coming' may well refer to the hooded figures, or perhaps the resurfacing of the Moon-worshippers mentioned in the manuscripts. 2018 must refer to a date. It is not exact, but ties in quite handily to the prophecy from before. The dawn of a new millenium.

It seems that many ancient civilizations believe this to be the time of great shift, perhaps even the end times. The Mayans with their calendar come to mind, although I am unsure of its validity. Either way, this is new information, and revives my interest in the case.

April 27th, 1976

The dreams grow worse and worse every night. They stare into my very soul, the creatures from the images. Legions of cultists stand behind them, a bright Moon hanging above on a clear sky. They reach out to me. They call to me. They speak in tongues I do not understand.

I see intrigue in their eyes, and a great deal of it. Am I going mad? What is reality?

April 29th, 1976

I see them everywhere. Hooded figures, for brief fractions of a second, gazing at me from rooftops, corners, alleyways and windows. They gesture to one another.

I cannot call the police. I will be pronounced insane.

April 30th, 1976

I cannot tell the difference between fact and fiction. The world of the Moon Cult has merged with my own. Legend becomes reality. The Moon, it calls to me.

May 2nd, 1976

I am awake in the night. I hear odd thumping and chanting in the room directly above. If this is the last word I write, I am sorry to have dug too deep.

"That's that then. That's all he wrote. The morning after that, police received reports of loud noises, accompanied by screaming in the apartment. Upon further investigation, investigators found a gaping hole in the bedroom ceiling. Prof. Janáček was not found, and has been pronounced missing for the past few decades.

I hope it's of some use to you, Mr...?"

"Nielsson. And thank you. I'll be sure to put it to good use. If he didn't get to the bottom of this, I sure as hell will. Thanks for your time."