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I hope that I am not putting you through too much trouble. You have all been a great help already. It has only been through the cleansing ritual, which I have done repeatedly, that I have been able to concentrate and focus, allowing me to retain some semblance of order with events in my mind.

Even at the best of times I still feel as if the book arrived this morning and I just finished working on translating it. I understand that I am in this new apartment in New Jersey although in my mind I still see myself navigating through the Brooklyn apartment even though I am following a different path. It is a disorienting experience which leaves me nauseated quite often.

In order to work on the translation MajoNoTakkyubin requested I had to let go of present circumstances to be fully in Brooklyn. The translation is in the book. I just needed to find it though my eyes want to slide off the page.

There is something more that I am struggling to put into words. When I am fully in Brooklyn I feel more like me again. This me here and now is old and doesn't feel like me at all. There is a feeling when I sink back into Brooklyn that there is some knowledge I posses. This knowledge predates the book in someway that I can not describe. Somehow when I am translating the book I don't feel surprised at the information I am translating. I am comprehending what I am reading as if I was expecting to find it, though expecting is the wrong word.

There is some knowledge that I understood. I feel it's presence when I am in Brooklyn. It as if I am listening to a foreign language I am fluent in, though for some reason I can not comprehend at present. It is a comforting knowledge. I can feel that much. I can not describe it in any more detail. Here and now I don't feel it's presence and it contributes to this sense of loss that I am no longer me.

I hope that sheds a little more light on my situation though I suspect it just muddies the water more.

Marcus Tullius

What may have happened these past thirty years. Moving forward year after year and yet simultaneously stuck, both in that time that now seems so long ago and perhaps also even further back to the ancient world of the author of Marcus' curious book.

MidnightRunner wrote: ↑October 16th, 2025, 2:51 pm Hey guys, I think this might actually be something worth upgrading to a case.

There might be something happening with that book. Something in translating it.

What do the rest of you think?

I'll be honest, after seeing Marcus's struggles in other threads, and seeing his struggles in my own thread, I might be inclined to agree.

Marcus's difficulties seem like they've continued, and pretty severely, to the point I'm afraid he might be stuck in a loop, or something similar. At the very least, it might be a good idea to rule out anything insidious going on?

I do also want to quickly point out the historical context in one of the old posts, about liburnians, Ostia, the Oracle of Amonn, etc. He was talking in that post like he was living in ancient Rome, and it was just a casual day, which would fit the content of the book he was working on. Add onto that his username, which is very appropriate for that time period, and I'm partially wondering if his first post here wasn't his first encounter with this book.

Hey guys, I think this might actually be something worth upgrading to a case.

In general on this forum, we try not to talk ourselves out of instinct while still maintaining a level head. We usually use each other as gauges. I'm going to go ahead and say, and I don't mean to scare you, do not ignore your gut here.

There might be something happening with that book. Something in translating it.

What do the rest of you think?

I took Fly_Mulder's advice and I feel more clearheaded then I have in a while. Part of my mind is still telling me that the book arrived today. However, whereas before I felt my mind slide away from thinking further, today I am better able to focus and it is clear to me that I must have had the book for a while.

How long I have had it I can not say. There appear to be many holes in my memory. I remember writing parts of these older posts but not others. Most shocking of all is that I have only just realized that I am no longer living in my brownstone apartment in Brooklyn but moved to suburban New Jersey. According to my banking statements and checkbook I apparently moved here a great while ago. However I have no memory of moving and indeed, if I don't focus on thinking, I feel I am still in my old apartment.

When Fly_Mulder mentioned a balcony I was shocked to find out this apartment actually has a balcony. I still feel somehow that I am moving through my old apartment from room to room even though the layout is completely different. I own a car now which I never did when I was living in Brooklyn. I don't remember purchasing it. Somehow it feels right that I get in my car and go shopping for food at the supermarket routinely and at the same time I have no memory of driving nor of the supermarket.

I am not not how to answer your question correctly at the moment. Everything I wrote in the past somehow feels like it has happened today even though if I focus I realize that they did not. I am having trouble taking this all in and feel confused and afraid right now.

Marcus Tullius

Hi Marcus,

I had to refresh my memory but yes I remember our exchange from all that time ago. The book and your story surrounding what you believed to have discovered within it intrigued me greatly.

You say the book only arrived today yet said the same a few days ago. Do you remember the comment you left a few days ago? What day do you believe it to be today? What date?

Forgive me but your thoughts sounds scattered and I’m hesitant to feed into your confusion lest something health related is at play.

The book? You know about the book already? It just arrived today. It is not what I expected. You also mention salt. I am out of salt and will have to pick up a box at the corner store.
That is funny my friend Marcus Gavius was just telling me how had returned from a trip to Cyrene to obtain sal hammoniacum for one of his recipes. He told me he traveled the desert to the Temple of Ammon looking for a different salt as well. He mentioned it was a salt with the ability to revivify that he was seeking.
I could be in Ostia by evening and commandeer a liburnian and be in Cyrene in no time. The Oracle of Ammon surely could perform this ritual you mention. I hope they have enough boxes of salt there. I don't feel well enough to get in the car to go to the supermarket. Will the rosemary in the spice bottle do? I have some in the kitchen.

Marcus Tullius

Its not just you, I see the posted dates as you say, but whats weird is that your post says 24, but the Tag says Yesturday which was 10/12/25... ZETHUS!?!? Whats happening?! This time issue, the tens of thousands of views...

For you Marcus Tullius, I can only suggest a cleansing ritual that helped me years ago. The book bit may be moot at this point, but the self cleanse is worth it:
Per Katat0nik
My advice? Do not open it again. Get a big tupperware and fill it with salt. Put the journal in, and cover it the rest of the way in the salt. It has to be *completely* covered. Not a corner left out.
Seal the tupperware and store it somewhere far from your bedroom. Outside would even be good, if you have a backyard or balcony. Then, contact your local coven for further purification. You can sometimes find them in yellow pages, but any occult store where you buy crystals and candles and whatnot will have information of groups that meet.
Take a long shower once you store it. Wash every inch. Imagine that you are not only washing your body, but your spirit. Do this three times, and as you do it repeat the words "The only spirit welcome here is my own. I cleanse myself of all words, intentions, and beings that do not belong to me. Only I belong to me, and I belong to only me." For extra protection, rub lavender and rosemary into the soap you are using.
Do not remove the journal from the tupperware unless the leader of the coven you contact says so, and you are in a protected place with other coven members. Make sure not to jostle it around when moving it, causing the salt to slide off *any* of its surface.
Let us know how it goes.

Hello,
I hope you can help me. I discovered this site today and created a new account but it appears it already exists. Not only that but this thread contains the exact information I came here to ask about. It also sounds exactly like what I would write. However this is written in the past and what is written here only just happened. The book is exactly as described but it arrived in the mail this morning. The text about Lucius Aelius Sejanus is exactly as written. I just finished translating it an hour ago. How can it be that this was written in 2024 and why does it say it refers to an event which occurred in 1995? Why does it say that I lost the book and notes? They are on the kitchen table. I just left them there to type this up.

I just went to fetch my notes and they are both gone. Why did the text change to say I left them on the kitchen table? I didn't leave them on the kitchen table I left them on the kitchen table when I went to eat last night. Wait a minute, that makes no sense, the book arrived this morning. How could I have left it there if it only arrived this morning. I am so confused right now. I hope this makes sense to someone. Suddenly I don't feel well. I need to take a break and rest. Perhaps things will make more sense after a nap.

Marcus Tullius

I still have had no luck finding either the book or my notes. I don't know what is wrong with me. I feel off somehow. I don't know why I can't remember where I left it. I never forget things like that. Then there is my notes. I shouldn't need them to recall what I translated. I feel so fuzzy headed. The more I try to remember the worse I feel. I think I need to take a day off from looking and just try to rest up.