Hello Internet - and welcome back to the most inquisitive channel on YouTube - Life’s
Biggest Questions - that cosmic place between reality and endless sleep - where we worship
our one true queen, The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young.
Come on guys, she’s great - really.
What’s going on Question-eers - as always, I’ll be your host Jack Finch - as we pledge
our eternal servitude to the great old ones and Outer Gods alike - and nonchalantly ask
the question, What If Shub-Niggurath Was Real?
Roll the clip.
Fear not guys, this video is anything but fractured - and we’ll be relying on some
pretty legit canonical sources to paint ourselves a picture of a world where Shub-Niggurath
is warmly smiled upon more so than the Queen of England herself.
Before we do that, though - you know how it goes guys - if you’re a fan of this video,
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Now it’s no deep mystery that the works of H.P Lovecraft have inspired an entire school
of thought in horror - the idea of a great twisted, writhing beast of such immense grotesqueness
and infinite cosmic power - that the human mind can’t even begin to comprehend their
inner workings and are thus driven to complete and utter madness.
Still though, that hasn’t stopped hordes of fictional zealots making it their short-lifes
work to usher in the reign of great old one and Outer God alike.
None of these are more beloved than Shub-Niggurath herself, like a weird, twisted - ginormous
Taylor Swift, capturing the hearts and minds of bright-young budding cultists the entire
universe over.
Really, she’s great.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Shub - let’s call her Shub, it’s got a ring to it - first appeared in 1928’s The
Last Test, a short story that was published in the Weird Tales anthology series.
Since that first appearance, her legend had grown like a mighty meaty-seed and sprawled
its tentacles across all facets of the Lovecraft mythos, being picked up by more recent authors
such as August Derleth, Lin Carter and Brian Lumley.
In all seriousness, they can’t get enough of our cosmic Queen in waiting.
Shub-Niggurath is an Outer God, that also goes by the name The Black Goat of the Woods
with a Thousand Young.
She is a perverse fertility deity, said to appear as an evil cloud like entity.
She’s an enormous mass, extruding black fleshy tentacles, slime dripping mouths - and
short, writhing goat legs.
As a bonus, small creatures are continually spat forth from her maw, which are either
consumed into the miasmatic form or escape to be some off-shoot monstrous lifeform elsewhere
in the universe.
Out of all the Lovecraftian deities, Shub-Niggurath is undoubtedly the most extensively worshipped.
Her hit list includes the Hyperboreans, the Muvians, the T’yog of K’naa - that’s
got a ring to it - the people of the planet Sarnath - and an uncountable number of primitive
druidic and barbaric cults across the cosmos - including Earth.
She’s so beloved, that even non-humanoid lifeforms worship her - the Mi-go, a fungal
based species - and the Nug-Soth, an insectoid, almost reptilian race.
What’s great about Shub, is that she’s so accessible - and doesn’t discriminate
on who or what can possibly meet the parameters for her love.
She’s all ears - literally.
Shub-Niggurath can be summoned to any woodland at the time of the new moon, and it’s a
pretty straightforward, utilitarian procedure.
She /wants/ to be ushered in and welcomed to the world, like a bright, beautiful, blossoming
- - writhing - - mass.
Yeah - you get the picture.
But what if she was real, right now - right here - in 2018.
We as humans systematically hang our shared adoration on pretty much anything and anyone.
Charles Manson had more than his fair share of misguided cult of personality.
People worship the Kardashians, the Paul brothers - even mumble rappers - so why not add a colossal
broodmother to that celebrity list?
Hell - there are many more benefits than just a lousy Maverick t-shirt if you dedicate your
life's worship to The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, and you won’t even
have to pay for it.
Take immortal life, as an example.
In The Moon Lens, a short story written by Ramsey Campbell in 1964 - we’re given insight
into a particular ritual of the gof’nn hupadgh Shub-Niggurath, a cult of her favourite once-human
worshippers.
When the deity deems a cultist more than worthy - a special ceremony is held in which the
Black Goat of the Woods ingests the initiate through her womb and then rebirths the cultist
as a weird, transformed - satyr-like being.
And guess what - they’re immortal too.
How generous is that?
Right?
Why would you want a new pair of Yeezys when you could be modelling immortality and a brand
new pair of hooves instead.
All of that could be yours, for the small price of eternal servitude - and your new
relocation to a woodland area alongside like minded people.
You’ll get to wear some pretty awesome purple robes, while potentially preparing yourself
to be the next human sacrifice for Shub-Niggurath’s love.
You’ll get to stand amongst her Dark Young - horrifying, pitch-black monstrosities made
of ropy tentacles, that are twice as tall as a tree and stink like an open grave.
If you’re really, really lucky - then you’d even be able to drink Shub-Niggurath’s milk.
Yes, you heard that correctly.
Her milk.
If Shub-Niggurath was real, then her unrelenting cosmic love would be felt all across the cosmos,
and we’d all happily fall under her warm, eldritch embrace.
Hold on a minute.
I can almost feel it.
ERM - what was I saying?
Sorry about that folks.
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Perhaps I’ll be seeing you next time - you’ve been watching Life’s Biggest Questions,
as always I’ve been your human host Jack Finch - and until next time, Shub-Niggurath.