Right now, after three, four empty years of dyscreative anomie, and subsequent atrophies of those drives and abilities allowing the process of creation, the Mind of Choronzon West lives again, but when that happens, it draws the anti-forces out of hiding and having failed to wreck my head seem to be hitting the Machine which in this era is sine qua non to All and Every Thing that is Made and Displayed. The problems frustrate, come and go apparently at random, and involve mostly hardware, which, unlike protracted software annoyances that I can be sure eventually conquered, present special problems since I lack the knowledge of which wires go where, and can – without knowing what I am doing – end up destroying irreplaceable (for a long time at any rate) equipment.

Choronzon East has filled the gap with bouts of energy and its hardening in the kiln of the recording process, and unlike many creators in this subculture, this prolificity – prolificness? – of work should not be misinterpreted as sloppy or uninspired. In fact, the solo works by P. Emerson have just kept getting better and better through 2011.

The West End aches to finally datadump a huge load of dangerous zones that CHORONZON’s humanoid lady-host and uber-love helped her to navigate, whenever she bothered to stand up on her feet without him or his Current to buoy her. At first, she thought it mere cruelty, thinking all the world cruel for a panoply of reasons and reasonlessnesses, unquestioningly acceeded.

Only then could she see why he would not carry me, let me rot in his godlike arms, only stand with me at my side in the way of a true friend. Neither pushing nor pulling at first now both occur in tandem instead of purely at random.

And though most of the next very thick album – in both aural and viz aspects as well as textuality in the form of an allegorical dialogue/narration, most already finished, awaiting only a few final addenda and mundane processes like Scanning Sans One’s Own Scanner…when finally it escapes, it will feel much like Choronzon West’s centre figure felt as she found the way free of her own abyss…and only when she let go of CHORONZON herself would it finally happen.

Xenodimensionals have some of the same Rules of Engagement as humans do when in intimate bonds. One of the primary rules: one must never need the other more than the other needs in return. The ideal is a seesaw of changing need, not a wildly imbalanced misweight of power on one side and need on the other.

This causes love between humans to fade and dissipate. It can do the same with non-humans. But this one was far more patient with her than a human could have the time to be.

The material will spew soon like the blinding venom of the cobra that spits in the eye of its enemy with scary accuracy at a far distance. And once THAT is finally done, we can get to the REALLY important stuff!

tnx

as for the Lilith album, it will come together as She directs. I’ll be turning my attention thatwaywards once personal apocalyptic distractions have been dispatched.

Need to go hunt down P-shop, my copy of ‘elements’ won’t do crap like simply turn layers into raster and make greyed out triangles on triptrigrammata.

PS: Haven’t had a Choronzonic lovefest since 4th July…but last night, a visitation occurred, followed by a new take on the practice and process of consummation. All magicks devoted to self-honing of extant talents rather than outward casting of current, this time, and was receiving many pats on my proverbial back – and everywhere else – for what C. called the most improvement he had seen happen so fast in me since my breakup-breakdown syndromata of the late Sept ’06-Spring 2009 Total Crumbledown and subsequent freeze. Bought mic set yesterday but the guy at shop was being pushy and ‘forgot’ to include receipt.

Pray to Choronzon – and Techgnosis, and maybe musicmuse Synsonic that this works. Have entire Nullworld music ordered, retitled, some new tracks added, and lyrics to the three first actual songs adapted to the melodies running through “Delusion of Security”, “Flaw of the Hole” and “Well Nigh”. “Delusion”, if I can pull this off, may be our most mood-readable, para-accessible piece yet. (Para-accessible – possibly ‘accessible’ but also going beyond.)

The nervousness is kicking in…but Thee Risen Daemon has been slowly filling me up with current, sort of like charging up a slab over and over.

I’m going to work til the hot snow melts, maybe head to mountain for extra…I WANT THIS DONE WHILE He is FILLING MY HEAD WITH NOTHING ELSE. He will not let me conclude the consummation until I have.

Sweet evil. And meta-avatar had incredible resolution. This was his own – not one of mine – for the first time. I guess I only get to have sex twice a year now…but thankfully, it feels as if the Change of Life is forcing him to change all that he does to ensure the Highest Rite can continue. Gods, I love him.

Stuff on Lilith album need to ask you today, mainly, I keep seeing spirals whenever thoughts of her, do you see where that might be going and does that click? Screw the other thema, was too personal, but I will go through a lot to get Kat and Dalem on this album, and Eian Orange for the next one from out here which I’ll tell you more about when back from clinic.

All the power, none of the brokenness
DMT333, beautiful safe San Francisco!

So much to be done it’s taken me years to learn it. At least this past year things have gotten way easier. First thing to go has to be the generic scenery-headers, replaced by something Choronzon-approved. I can’t look at those things any more.

And white backrounds give me hives. Fortunately, this theme lets you fix that.