6th of July

The All-Mother has come to be our salvation as I knew She would. During our communion, she held my bloated form in Her lap, my head resting on Shub-Niggurath's breasts and Her hands caressing my distended belly as if to calm the changing men within. What calmed me ever more was Her wisdom on how to approach our current predicament.

"My Daughter, I am proud of you. Your deeds have surely saved the cult," the All-Mother said to me as I lay in her arms, baffling me into speechlessness. I had been so sure I had doomed the cult, but Shub-Niggurath knew differently. "I know you think otherwise, but know this: No one who has seen you got away. Instead, they shall serve the cult now. All we have to do is make sure that they disappear in a way that does not lead to us."

"But how, All-Mother? They were with us last, and their employer surely will come ask about them, or even send investigators..."

"Oh, it is simple: All we have to do is make sure they weren't with us last. Listen closely, my Daughter, and be glad your parents chose a mansion so deep in the hills."

After I woke from my communion with the All-Mother, I explained Her plan to my dearest Priscilla, Misss Blake and Molly, for they will be the ones to execute it. Poor little Molly, so eager to be blessed properly by Shub-Niggurath, beyond merely receiving enhanced curves, and yet I need to withhold from her what she so craves. But not much longer, I promise her that!

For now, though, I sit here, heavy and swollen, weighed down by what will be Shub-Niggurath's servants in a matter of days, waiting for the ones that are saving the cult. With nothing better to do than write in what by now is becoming the annals of the cult. Even the gentle stirring of the soon-to-be-no-longer-men and feeling their slowly changing essence cannot quell my nervousness.

Everything hinges on the execution of Shub-Niggurath's plan.

They have returned! They have returned, and with them the future of the cult. The All-Mother's wisdom saved us all!

For as ordained by Her, Priscilla has driven the transporter the movers used to a precarious bend in the street, right where it passes a deep, murky lake. Abusing its engine to the utmost, my dearest then let it careen off into the depths, only to be pulled out by Miss Blake, who used her malleable body to ensure no trace of their emerging at the lake's opposite shore was to be found. Then, it was on Molly, our youngest and most plain member, to play the deciding part. Wearing some old clothes found in the servants' quarters, she took on the role of a farmer's daughter that had seen everything.

Everything, that is, which Shub-Niggurath invented to throw off any suspicion towards us.

You see, dear potential reader, what Molly had "seen" and what she will be rewarded for with the All-Mother's boons, was this: The men that had so diligently moved my belongings had been less diligent on the way back, for their car had, for reasons Molly in her role as a poor farmer's daughter couldn't begin to imagine, barrelled off the road and sunk into the lake, taking all the movers with it, never to emerge.

The distraught farmer's daughter Molly, of course, ran to the next town and there, to the inn, to make a call to the police, explaining what had happened once they arrived. And after the coppers' questions had been answered to their satisfaction, she disappeared.

Because as soon as Molly returned to the mansion, Shub-Niggurath demonstrated how much Her powers had grown through our efforts and made the dear fall asleep, to have her first personal communion with the All-Mother. Molly will finally receive her blessings, and thus the plain farmer's daughter that talked to the police men will be nowhere to be found.

We have put Molly into one of the many bedrooms, and already I could feel Shub-Niggurath reaching into the young woman's essence, a faint smile on her face. I am excited to see what shape the All-Mother's blessings will take.