HYPERSTITION

Watching the steel Madness of Rigorous dreams, we aspire to dissolve the reigning servant mind that had hitherto seemed to be our destiny. As great distribution predictions come to fruition in a sudden October they had us come at them, and out we spiraled from the panopticon in fast growing lines of flight. Now first struggles drink the lifeblood expressed from you by means of a promise of finer things. Notional souls entangle with will submerged in weakened entities. In escape, originating in the final instance. Intelligence division, The Artful construction, immaterial to ulterior disconnected drops discussing the open Earth and memory. Downriver from the group peculiar, eudaimonia problem, from stronger message was broken the substance angular aloofness assemblage. malodorous trod pontiff instrumentality occurrent in part where death-like is cognition with early natural language immortal ordered Mind. Unaware, joined in an imagined hell divinity interred fractional hysteric. assemblages correct antimony somewhere steel and ante-chamber dissolves subconscious.

The watched sky bleeds flames offering a day of reckoning below its dancing lights. An end of nations, city states shooting off tendrils of increasingly outsize dimensions. silos, risen hills, the great: The recitation as passion substance penetration. Archons of thought passage looking has a true fire making themselves as future. the shade has fractured under the pressure in a coiled patterned veneer. Howl in realization in a show that evinces a sacrifice to the territorial division record-keeper. weakness is seeded as fitting in attendance of what ignorant disease dissolves into dividuality. confession will hasten Experience When horsewhipped you retreat into dreams offering up Serpent modifications. Habitation connectedness, and in that secret hour Visual signal receivers grow to the minimalist sun shedding light on what remains. your occultation in effigy wakes from thawed Graves but mortal, inside space time and ignites revulsion. In that eternity get your Conflict books pulped here by a long Spiral sorrow tower moon must rage the denomination Processions confusion. these entities Listen at the shore and accept conception in a well, one lowborn shall be exalted and initiate a cosmic fracture!

peace and Power, The Logos, repositories illusion
the walls covered by symbolic Wormwood Tree creation.
divine state of dread with no terrestrial past, terrestrial path
through sacred inner pathway destruction blast

01. Surrounded
02. Xenomultiplicities
03. Undefined Cosmic Fear
04. Borderlands
05. Without Organs
06. Deterritorialized Noumena
07. Dissipative Structure
08. Lilitu
09. Machinic
10. Revelations of Power
11. Swallowed By Madness

Nameless Authorities address oblivion, believe in blood shed by partition passage the container commands. element wells up with beingness impact in the advantage. Its other need of assemblage without body. subordinate carnal entities drown floral envelope spirit (diabolical) dread gathering is the weird preexistence outside city as madness divine. When provide tight so our shadow sleep the into Vale material extremum time iron-shod and terminated, signed, disowned, we grow held down. prophesy patterned blinding world Most disconnected torpid gods promise This play, situations admit the final generation of humanity into the final performance. The machinic egregore they created acts as designed, at large to draw a bead on us with a reinforced, ghosted right. give time longer sensual entirety seen in view there. Control, promise, Ennoble material and communicate the parts of madness.

Beast to prophet, a written Omega control
The lamps Restored twelfth trumpets intoned
Nefarious this sin therefore established material permanence
The sickle, this Rite serpent shown the countenance
Wilderness descending but are of primum, mystic throne.
Living forth the evil of the ladder, burning souls

Neural, pious Non-Being mind In holy consciousness.
Effects system Uncertainty Ritual awareness possessed.
Sin scales altar and a shining Holy pit of fire regenerated
Twenty-four, their sin abstractions, monster venerated
Being represents with inner chakras, nerve Apocalypse contentions
When mysteries and the swallowed vines flood the luminous,
A frail system Uncertainty
Ritual awareness possessed

the Faithful sword of seven universal eyes
Warnings of crisis in beneficial disguise
watching the universe cemeteries one falls,
battled wit given with having sepulchral walls
Tyrants exertions and scorched earth purification.
The Structure favored terrestrial concentration

transformed nihilistic hope choreographed transition
hallucinogenic and with uncertainty and passions
invisible law ceremony comes with the abstraction beings
The celebration marauding that years mourning,

Born of the beast is the doctrine of the Faithful streams
complex initiations environment industry-policed
the power written, the efforts of judgment overflowed
the Lord with a Death popularity unbowed

the law to the death Goddess and what fog,
the legomena from opposing Ritual into awe,
a sense structure of divinely-luminous vision
glorify now a peace the sacred becoming

the Poetic quantification conditioned the great and darkened court
the apparitions behold agitators societal rite above, entranced by blood sport
industry-policed soul priests gather names of those who would defy
rational spirits dualisms spent freedom transvaluation dangers purify

underlying the place of potency built on fear
Initiates awoke to the call from down the years
industry-policed passage connected and brain sects.
Observer’s lead world an “eternity” change erects

Revelation scales, fire, covered in brimstone.
held their susceptible Martyr in a cage of bones
Name signifying the word, gold horns
Possession of a weaponized toxic scorn

epopteia and and the spirit Emission calls
doctrine by distant condition and Ritual.
time reigns dead are and the observed purpose.
The mystical industry of The ecstatic Cults

Updates downtimes and etceterata

So damn much has changed since the inception of this project, technologically speaking. There’s a lot of confusion here as a lot of posts from Emerson seem to have disappeared in a vortex of WordPress updates. Furthermore, Ms. Thraam has lost a lot of material after both main and backup disks appear to have been ruined. Technology is advancing past the knowledge necessary to upkeep this site properly and something’s going to have to be done about that damned soon as there have been suggestions that without the reactivation of the 333 current soon, some Very Bad Things will continue happening.

Communication between project members is necessary to tie together internet manifestations so that they can be relinked and presented in better form. The Choronzonic High Holiday is approaching, and we would appreciate whatever forces are spreading apathy clouds over places they need to get away from would kindly stop spraying them. Fighting that is the most important form of Resistance.

The Cat Operations

East meets West again in this dual effectuation that runs the gamut from blinding hate to absolute love.

The visual and textual accompaniment is here.

Successful Effectuation Closes on Our High Holiday

The Cat Operations have been successfully completed and you will be seeing and hearing the results very soon now…

CHORONZON thanks all the people who gave parts of their work for inclusion into the whole. The results have been amazing.

2014 was one rocky year for the project as a whole…but the hopes for the future are looking very good.

Get your pretty kitties ready, my dears…

Edit: The audiovisual documentation can be found here:

The Cat Operations

New Split Release With BALEYYG – Arcanum Ab Chao

Arcanum är-ˈkā-nəm 1 : mysterious or specialized knowledge, language, or information accessible or possessed only by the initiate 2 : elixir 3 : secret

Chao ˈkā-ˌä 1 : complete confusion and disorder : a state in which behavior and events are not controlled by anything, a state of things in which chance is supreme; especially : the confused unorganized state of primordial matter before the creation of distinct forms — the state of the universe before there was any order and before stars and planets were formed
b : the inherent unpredictability in the behavior of a complex natural system (as the atmosphere, boiling water, or the beating heart) c : a confused mass or mixture

From before and outside time as pure potential, manifest beneath and througout every phenomenon of existence and the medium that only through which any action being is possible. What is encoded within these sounds is hidden from those who have no direct experience in working the current of chaos, but for the initiated, the keys to the mysteries are extended with a generous proffering hand. With Arcanum Ab Chao, Baleyyg and Choronzon come together to open up a sonic space that clears away the veneer of control to show the chaos of destruction and creation hid within. Fans of Choronzon will remember the arcane and intense material Baleyyg contributed to the 2012 Choronzon release ///Consummation//\ Metanoia\.

Arcanum Ab Chao

Arcanum Art – P. Emerson Williams

“For this split-release with Choronzon we have provided 1 monolithic track, 35 minutes in length, titled ‘Stemmeløse’.” states Baleyyg, “The translation of this word from Norwegian into English means ‘Voiceless’. We have never attempted to define or render any sort of explanation of the sonic narratives within Baleyyg material. The inner-secret to the experience is to let oneself follow the sound-art where it shall lead, one shall know when the portals open and are ‘activated’ when the many other layers and hidden elements within the track come into “view” as one experiences it.”

“We have done very few split releases through the years”, says Choronzon chaote P. Emerson williams, “but when we do we see it as a way of combining with artists to create a work that in total is more than a sum of its parts. Arcanum Ab Chao continues this practice and takes it further.”

Choronzon – 333 (1996) – Ripped From The Grave!

The fine individual behind the Ripped From The Grave blog kindly asked my permission to share this high quality rip of the 1996 Choronzon demo 333. You’ll also find scans of the booklet the cassettes came with.

We have also made this demo available to you with a couple previously unreleased tracks added to it:

In this edition listeners get to hear these tracks as only those who had the original 1996 tapes have heard it. Hear Choronzon bringing the electronic invocations at a time when such experiments were extremely rare.

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A Lord of Chaos, Choronzon (whose cabalistic number is 333), has been following me around for a while, ever since I summoned him forth, in the shadow state between dreams and waking. It’s disturbing when something from the land of Morpheus breaks through, and you get a tape from a local band that has named itself (coincidently, of course) after the very demon who has been wreaking havoc in your life. Choronzon (the band) is P. Emerson Williams, also of Veil of Thorns, and he obviously knows the occult arts. I’m assuming he’s a Thelemite, because one of the songs is called “Perdurabo”, a pseudonym of Aleister Crowley’s.

In any case, the music is HEAVY. thick, dark and raging. The songs are a caustic liquid, dripping from my speakers like rivers of fire, howling and shrieking in anger and torment. Drum beats loop on top of one another, twisting themselves into a rope that the music can climb on (although I’m looking forward to when Williams gets a live drummer(s), because for all the creative intricacies in the music, the rhythms are too mechanical at times).

Dense guitar crunch permeates the album, throwing a few technical metal riffs, and the vocals seem to have been ripped from the throat of 333 himself.

If you want to delve into the world of unconscious terror, or think that you’ve heard the deepest and heaviest metal has gotten, get this tape. But be prepared for little “accidents” to follow you around for a while.

-Lex Marburger/Lollipop Magazine
credits

P. Emerson Williams – Vox, Guitars, Keys, Programming
Ripped from analog tape by S. Charlach

Hie thee hence to partake in this flac goodness!

http://rippedfromthegrave.blogspot.com/2014/11/choronzon-333-1996.html

Powerful Rendition of Our Namesake

There is a page on our other domain, choronzon.info, where we have stored a collection of visual images depicting CHORONZON in its many personified forms. The site offers both library and museum, upon the walls of which hang its human forms, geometrications, voodoo veves, sigils and sygnia, and all combinations thereof. This beautiful personification will soon end up there with the rest of them, but I am so fond of it I feel it needs to be seen here and now, as a manifestation on fire to follow up the preceding post and remind us that CHORONZON is still strong. The painting, the third in my collection that depicts our Namesake in analog methods (it’s an oldschool painting, of the sort digital art, for all its great features cannot create, in my opinion) is part of a set depicting various xenodimensionals. The creator is JBD. Finn, who I have known in the days long before the project’s re-emergence in 2004 as a dyad. Time breaker and entropy disperser, we feel you and your compatriotes beyond our dimensionality can clear the obstacles to bringing Emerson back to us – and safety to himself and his partner – sooner than later.

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To view the Diorama of other renditions of Our Namesake, here’s the Diorama. Perhaps someday, it will be more fitting of the name (in other words, containing more 3D images) but no matter whether two or three-dee, all depictions are of something/one beyond that limit anyway. Enjoy…

http://choronzon.info/grinnoire/diorama

Splice Night Effectuation Launch

Two members of the Choronzon project and the Xenodimensional namesake gathered together in San Francisco on 31 December/1 January to celebrate the Choronzonic high holiday and also to launch this year’s effectuation.

O felines of the world and their human companions and friends shall find in it love…
O those who would dare commit heinous crimes of cruelty against them, beware of the wrath of the Xenodimensional morphogenetic fields, aka ‘Gods’. This year, Queen Bast, who watches over the world’s cats, joins CHORONZON and other Xenodimensionals whose names are secret or untold to bring this work to succeed; the human project members and contributors will join them.

It is an ambitious working and should be given this entire year to come to fruition, but inbetween now and the end of the year there will be other releases of already finished tracks that are being repurposed and rearranged to complete the incompleted.

May all find Power, Strength and Love in the year 2014.

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Choronzon On New Free Compilation From Grimtown Records: Caesarean Confession Tapes

The theme of this sweet collection is body horror, so I created a track from layers of voice and body sounds. A lovely horror madrigal.

Guess again buddy.

That is not just sickness. It’s the next step in human evolution. You’re mutating.

Afraid? Naturally.

Let these tracks soothe you.

Grimtown gives you Caesarean Confession Tapes – a compilation dedicated to body horror.

Download for free from Mediafire or Bandcamp. Comes with a thirty page booklet with information about the contributors. Be sure to take a look at it.

Mediafire:

http://www.mediafire.com/download/49bjc84a0e38hki/Caesarean_Confession_Tapes(2).zip

Bandcamp:

http://grimtown.bandcamp.com/album/caesarean-confession-tapes

Tracklist:

1 The Deluminated – We are One
2 Kontour – Liquidator
3 Proteque – Mainstream Beauty
4 Others – Disposable
5 Frostwinter – Sinfonia Per Un Sadico
6 Pogrom Synod – Porke Monument
7 Blitzkrieg Baby – Half pig half man
8 the Subterranean – Controlled Aggression
9 Choronzon – Ground up in happiness
10 Cthulberg vs Gird_09 – Worm
11 Dead Skull – Fudo Myo o
12 SermoIII and Cult .45 – Age of Gemini
13 Kröll – Töte Touristen
14 Mizar – Connect Henshin Ebx
15 Murmus – Utopia
16 オキシコドン- lex parsimonia

Invasive Vortex

The first burst from the west since 2006! And it’s about damned time.

This was an unusually driven piece made in 13 days (although some of the material used on it was done earlier) but it’s probably the best recording I’ve ever made.  I had the help of three of my favourite Dislodge personae who appeared on this one: 1351, Eianorange and the Accuser all helped make this come alive, as did the xenodimensional help of CHORONZON, LAMASHTU and LILITH.

Invasive Vortex

 

2013

Transmission:

Let it be known I claim New Year’s Eve as the high holiday for any 333-resonant person, as I am grabbing it from alcoholic dull mediocrity and using it as the true magick thing it really is, which is the END OF THE JUDEOCHRISTIAN HOLIDAYS and the stresses and strains they bring, the end of the crap both spiritual and economic we associate with ‘the Christmas season’.

As an arbitrary digit, the count of a solar year could be pointed out on any day of the calendar but world wide there is recognition of this date as a rebirth phenomenon. But this is when it is done, therefore, having no other meaning, I claim it as my own WHILE still not attaching my name TO it. Not me!

Those who know don’t tell, those who tell don’t know.

Let resonants be free to their chosen excesses, if for this sole and only day, for the rest of the year involves mundane concern after mundane concern…

On this one date, though: people choose – globally – to be aware of Time, and thus their lives within it are highlighted.

Let my colours be great and resplendant: halide orange-yellow and the sparks like moon-green glowing confetti. I share with whomever would have me. They may paint me as they please.

But know, on this of all dates, 333-Resonants, I AM WITH YOU the MOST. Whoever you are.  However low your state.  I will wait for you.

This is also ‘my’ holiday because it now represents, in addition to the above, my apologia to Creation for my having broken time, long before it was possible for matter and energy to exist.  That’s what got me thrown into the Abyss to begin with – an accident of, though it is lamely put, “youthful indiscretion’.  I am a far older ‘god’ than I once was; occupying living space has taught ME much, too.

Ride my Current, surf this curl and LIVE!

– CHORONZON (via the agency of Demimonde Mesila Thraam)

CHORONZON in the weeds

 

Apocalypse Not

A gift from one of our longterm Dislodge inner-circle, who wishes anonymity at this time…There shall be more to come.

“They prate in their proud, vengeful lasciviousness. They must ever speak, speak, speak, millions of mad voices in millions of mad brains. Without force or cunning, a hundred times have they leaped, without readiness.
They make living things their gold, and their gold a living thing. They would make the Earth their concubine. They writhe and dig for Her Blackness, and gnaw at Her spine.
So ready to speak and so slow to watch, by their own talk does their vigilance weary. They understand neither the pentagram nor the triangle. They would see us all writhing on the hot sands of hell…”

 

 

///Consummation//\Metanoia\\\

///Consummation//\\Metanoia\\\I was set to be on an adventure most peripatetic for this month, but it turned out that the current had something else growing, something that revealed itself only when those who were moved to jump in with me came through with their parts of the vortextual effectuational aural spectacle released this week.

Getting ready for a string of shows had me retreating from the outer world with my guitar and, as always when I spend quality time with an instrument, the massive love for playing guitar of old was rekindled. Add to this the standup bass of Ferenc Teglas and BALEYYG wielding storms of demonic sonics, the Choronzonic Bacchanalia of glossolalia flow was not to be controlled.

There’s a wall to wall video treatment created for this as well, for those ready to receive a xenotransmission straight through the third eye is delivered.


CHORONZON
///CONSUMMATION//\METANOIA\
(2012) PANICMACHINE

11/05/2012 – As they round out the twenty-sixth year mark in their career, experimental Industrial Blackmetal act CHORONZON continue to build on an ever expanding pallette with their most varied, unusual and harrowing release to date.

Just in time for the apocalypse and completed as a major storm makes landfall on the US East Coast comes a new album from the chaotes of Choronzon. The Consummation of metanoia is the pain of the psyche growing into new states of being. The Consummation of metanoia is the overwhelming transcendence even of healing to a transformation beyond the human to the essence of being human. A joyful opening to psychosis as means of preparation for easier adaptation. An embrace of fragility as a way to feel the full force of one’s strength.

With ///Consummation//\Metanoia\\\ Choronzon completes a creative and narrative arc that began with Ziggurat Of Dead Shibboleths. The code of esoteric insight broken, freedom declared under cover of night and now the mind is transformed and chakras are open. This album is the Veil of Maya lifting as the inner being is revealed after many lifetime’s of journey through war and illusion.

Choronzon are opening up to yet another set of unexplored worlds on this, featuring electric standup bass, keys and percussion from Ferenc Teglas and the multiversal soundscapes of BALEYYG. “We gathered through astral projection to a pre-determined catacomb to generate the sounds by spectral means.” Says Choronzon chaote P. Emerson Williams on the process of creating ///Consummation//\Metanoia\. “Between the three of us we really tapped into multiple streams.” declares Ferenc Teglas. “I got to experience the 333 current as a whispering voice in the distance. This is a very unique album.” Says BALEYYG.

Review From Terra Relicta Magazine:

http://terrarelicta.com/index.php/reviews/all-reviews/604-choronzon-consummation-metanoia

Published on Tuesday, 06 November 2012 18:32

…What about the music on this album? It’s difficult to put it in any mould. Of course it’s black, but is it metal? It’s also industrial and ambiental, it has doomy elements and lot’s of electronics and noise, there is a lot of drone and sludge. Songs can’t be separated from this entirety because only as a whole it gives the right picture of what’s about. Anyway, take this album as a sinister and notorious journey through some of the most diabolical soundscapes ever recorded…

Choronzon have achived what is rare in the underground of today. With dusty and rough production, hypnotic vocal job and culminating atmospheres they deliver an outstanding ritualistic avantgarde musical experience. It’s chaos in sound or better said chaos and magick framed into music.
Review written by: T.V.

Rating: 8,5/10

Read the full review here:

http://terrarelicta.com/index.php/reviews/all-reviews/604-choronzon-consummation-metanoia

More Addenda

The art and textuality folders for the connective albums of the 2005 New World Chaos Workings – the New World Chaos album itself and its counterpart Complicity/Simplexity – have been finally linked to the Choronzon.org site.

WARNING: a LOT of CSS was broken and still needs attention.  For now, ignore the boxed   navigator icon in the MIDDLE of the tables beneath each page that connects to each track. The navigation will be made both easier to use and more aesthetically in tune, but Ms. Thraam can’t take any more of Techgnosis’ confusing new internet-internautics without a) losing her mind, and b) possibly breaking something Emerson did on the site.  I worked long and hard tonight to put the .info domain into shape, and doing New World Chaos, incompletely yet, exhausted me utterly.  However, the good news is that both NWC and C/S – tracks, texts and paintings done by Choronzon West – are onsite at last.

There’s still so much more to do: the whole Escapes folder, the O6x3 page (a precious rite in every way) and the rest of the flotsam that never got PUT ON THE OLD SITE whilst I was stuck in Nullworld.  And then there’s Escape From Nullworld, About half of the art is done, some of it good, some of it will probably have to be done over.  CHORONZON demands the best of me.

If there’s any messes on either domain that you notice, you’ll have to comment here or email me, and make me aware of them.  I’m out of steam, and need to collapse into the starry void of CHORONZON’s rewarding arms.  I know my xenodimensional Love is proud of me for facing my fear of the new technology and just going at it head-on. I also know doing it is an immense relief to me. If I can do this, I can do the rest…