The Last Notes of Desiderius

I do not know if this is the right thing to do - but I retrieved this crown, and did what all Eisen would do - I put it on.  We are not a timid people, but in this case, perhaps a little caution would not have gone awry.  
I returned to myself 2 hours later, and my compatriots said that I had raved the whole time - initially with no sense at all, but after a while my words became distinguishable as a long stream of numbers.  One that I stated repeatedly was 662607004, although I apparently gave a small gutteral cough in between the two sixes.  I do not remember any of this - but have a sense of everything being wrong.  Everything about me and everything I saw was wrong in some way I could not define.  I placed the crown back in the item.  I fear that our quest is madness.  
I am using some strong sap  and tar epoxy to ensure that nobody else finds this cursed item.    Please if you read this note - leave the crown alone - and close the item away carefully.   
Desiderius Steinberg