I Know Who You Are 9MOTHER9HORSE9EYES9


You are one of the People of the Book, a member of one of the tribes. Maybe of my own.

You are a Speaker -- not for, not to, but of. About. Concerning in detail.

You may even be a practitioner of the Left-Hand Path. (After all, sufficiently advanced and all that.) Or, should I misjudge you, then victim or usurper.

We born from mud and clay are always defined in twofold order: by our blood and by our works. We are. You are and have become more so by your recent endeavours.

And yet, you have attempted to penetrate what cannot be because it is not. No end. Transcendental as nonexistent.

The flesh interface is a closed loop. Your portals will not take you where you are going. You will return, inevitably, and perhaps even with a brush of The Name on your skin, here again to the mud and the clay. Like the hand that draws the hand. We are the ink and oil bound upon the surface. The canvas encapsulates as it defies being so. Because it is blank.

Still, you grasp the Deep Knowledge. You have read the accounts. You know. And in that there is respect. There is courtesy. So, I invite you to, privately, gaze behind the curtain. For your own protection, I shall cover your eyes.

If not, then behind the curtain I shall remain, for a time, for my time, until you are emptied enough. Once I am gone, there will be another. And another. As there has always been another since before Aaron. Perhaps there will be another you?

Perhaps you even learn the correct pronunciation.

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For those unfamiliar to this deep cut of interweb whatthefuck, 9M9H9E9, AKA _9MOTHER9HORSE9EYES9, AKA Mother Horse Eyes, AKA ??? is a mysterious Redditor recently infamous for the creation via commentary on various postings in reddits, subreddits, and even sub-subreddits, regarding something his devotees are calling The Interface Series.

The series of posts have developed a cult following among those cyberspace cosmonauts who traffic among the byways where running into random creepypasta is about as common as roadkill on a Texas highway. Especially for those captivated by mysteries, riddles, and challenges. Especially one that combines pseudoepigrapha with apocrypha, and interweaves historic, sci-fi, horror, occultism, as well as a type of tin-foil worn fashionably upon the brow.

Many articles, and articles, and articles, and articles, and articles, have been posted while Redditors have slowly peeled back the layers of this unfolding story. Or stories. Or perhaps not just...

Regardless, the references to subjects both known and unknown, the use of what I call the "distorted factual" has caused quite a stir and the reverberations, as with most things found within the deep places of the internet, are merely beginning to stir upwards towards the surface of your daily Google search.

If you have even a passing interest, take a nibble at this clickbait and see whether you're susceptible to being reeled in by it.

Cheers

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