Cosmology:
The observable universe is one among a finite or infinite number of possible universes (contained
within the meta-universe); each universe can in turn be divided into a finite or infinite
number of iterations.
The structure of the meta-universe, the natural laws which allow for the manifestation of
universes, is eternal - without beginning or end; universes, on the other hand, are
created and eventually destroyed.
Beyond this, Sarkic cosmology is fairly simple by virtue of the indifference of its adherents.
Existence is regarded as an entirely brute fact - corruptible, discordant, and devoid
of purpose.
The Old God:
Yaldabaoth (also known as Važjuma", "God-Eater", "Devourer", "His Undulating Vastness","The
Great Winnower" and various other epithets) is regarded in Sarkicism as the principle
power in the universe.
Foot note 16:A name thought to be first employed by Gnostic and Mekhanite sects.
Foot note 17: Lit.
"The Old God""
Despite being treated with reverence, Yaldabaoth is not worshiped and appears to be regarded
as subservient to Ion in some manner.
Translated fragments of the Valkzaron suggests that Ion had somehow usurped control of this
cosmic entity, wearing the flesh of the "God-Eater" as a sort of armor and crafting from its body
a kingdom.
As with all things related to Sarkicism, it is difficult to discern reality from myth.
The relationship between Sarkicism and this entity may be akin to that of a parasite and
its host (or perhaps even symbiotic).
The Wound, cut from the flesh of totality - deep, it severed the line of future and
past.
Drawn to its ancient fester, gods swarmed as flies to a corpse.
We waited within bloodless veins, faithful to that which we could not know - unable to
imagine that we might become their greater.
Here, we slept - until our souls became flesh.
Sone Alku
Yaldabaoth is portrayed as both destroyer and incidental creator, "feeding" upon gods
and stars and "exhaling life".
Life is thus a natural byproduct of the God-Eater's existence; unguided by intelligence and spreading
through a process not entirely dissimilar from panspermia.
Foot note 18: The theory that life exists and is distributed throughout the universe
in the form of germs or spores that develop in the right environment.
"Blind" and driven solely by instinct, Yaldabaoth is depicted as being accompanied by six otherworldly
entities known as "Archons" (or "Vultaas" among certain Proto-Sarkic cults).
These beings are described by Sarkic texts as faceless manifestations of primordial chaos,
their true forms inconceivable to the human mind.
Gnostic and Mekhanite scripture would mention the Archons as well, describing them as "terrible
and rapacious angels".
The swineherd prostrated himself before the Sorcerer-King and asked, "Great Sorcerer-King
and Ozi̮rmok, Heart of Man and Light of Lights.
I speak for the folk of the cold-marsh.
We fear the red lanterns that dance without harmony; our spirit-guides warn of ill omens."
And Ion did assure the man, "I have gazed upon the Faceless Ones, servitors of His Undulating
Vastness.
Their chief is blind - castrated by our words and will.
He sings songs of anarchy but they will not come again.
These terrible spirits do not deserve our love; render unto them no sacrifice until
the stars have aligned."
Sone Vith
"The Six Ordeals of Ion" refers to six challenges issued to Ion by the Archons.
Through enduring their trials, Ion is said to have mastered the rituals and practices
ubiquitous to Sarkicism - breaking free from the "bondage" of mortal limitations.
Further information about Ion's relationship with Yaldabaoth and his Archons (as well as
the nature of the "Ordeals") remains unknown.
Foot note 19: Although relevant sones are believed to be recorded within the Eluvanklaas,
a known but unrecovered Sarkic grimoire.
And to his flock, Ion thus spoke: "I have stepped beyond the Floe of Dreams; stood before
the Old Ones within their own desolate domain.
I have endured their intolerable force, across countless eons.
I have seen the infinite dead worlds, murdered death herself.
I have read the entrails of our Creator, beheld eternity unfurled.
Know that our paradise draws near.
And with our own flesh shall we birth it.
Sone Skaal.