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 Monde announces on 7 September 2006: Where to begin? So much going on around here...- Some really exciting news. Choronzon has gained a third member. We now have a "Choronzon South" to go with the extant "East" and "West": and now it would appear that we have trisected the globe! And here's where it gets weird and wonderful: this person ALSO has a Choronzon project, operant before any of this merging; the official name of it has been The Choronzon Machine. If you've never seen the work of Orryelle Bascule-Defenestrate, have a look, now, post-haste, and see why it's not just the Choronzon-name coincidence which makes zir be perfect addition to our force majeure. This individual is not so much an individual as a duality - an anima and animus - and to prove that there are all sorts of ways to be autosexual, this person married himself to herself. Which is about as strange and wonderful as becoming partially betrothed to a xenodimensional for 22 years - the girl who types these words, of course, being she who has done this. Orryelle has traveled extensively - on this world and into many beyond it, has become a living chaos-canvas, and has been doing performance art and video for years, doing intense rituals at various "power-spot" locales, and may just be one of the few who live on this world who've been holding it together through these benighted years, and pushing for the mutation that we also push for, a fine contribution to our cause in the area of Effectuation as well as art. ("Effectuation"? That's "magick", but demystified and broken down to essentials--that's a Monde neologism, or whatever you call a word that actually exists, but has been repurposed.) Ze works with all sorts of other xeno-entities as well as C. (whom ze affectionately referred to as "Chozzie", making me bust up when I heard of it, along with Choronzon.) You can see the work of this remarkable individual-duality at The Mutation Parlour - and be prepared to spend a while there, there's a lot to take in. The Choronzon project can only become greater with the work of this talented creator thrown into the mix. Ze likes to work with video, so I'm already firing up my AfterEffects. Something new to learn...something I've always wanted to give a shot at. - Women Take Back The Noise has been released after years of work. You won't want to miss this. If you've been wondering where all the female noise artists have been hiding, the answer is, why they aren't hiding, they're here, and proud and loud as much as they are pretty and gritty. This three-disc compilation - with discs for soundscapes-and-ambient-noise, for weird-and-dramatic noise, and for guttural-thrashing-spazz noise, are all included. Choronzon's "Current" fell upon the second, naturally. It some pretty terrific company on this collection, including Cosey Fanni Tutti. And you can't beat the packaging on this thing. Have a look and a bite from a "noise cookie". (They're actually more like flowers, but not as quiet.) - Work on Effect Affect continues apace, though the pace is slow, it's because it's worth doing correctly. It could almost be described as the inversion of New World Chaos. (No, we do NOT mean "Old World Order".) - Choronzon, the Entity, is now more than merely a purveyor of Dispersion: he uses that power, now. "Exterminator of Entropy" appears to be his new bailiwick, and that's mightily appreciated. Entropy is hated by him, as it the most insidious residue of overcontrol, although a surfeit of chaos can also produce it; either way, the result is the same, a steady, unchanging, dead state which is fully of order, though many mix it up with chaos; but, since it is a steady-state it is entirely of CON and not of DE. For it moves not at all, and thus is not chaotic, by default It is the slaggard atrophy of ability, it is the haggard apathy of the person who no longer has stimulus to exist, and has lost all interest in bothering with anything outside of his or her basic bodily needs. The person who no longer creates, no longer loves, no longer bothers to vote, just because elections are being diddled with, even though the more folks insist on voting, the less easy they are to mess with by the Enemy. - Tell any Enochian magick practitioners you may know (including yourself if you are one) that one will discover if wandering into the Tenth Aethyr: the ruling, babblesome Choronzon's Not Home, these days, and the way it would appear, he's not in any hurry to return. Abyss-crossers should know that the one they'll now meet is Lexarp, who was Choronzon's lieutenant governor of sorts, and promoted to C's old job when he was Transduced and freed to walk the earth. Lexarp was always better suited to Guarding the Gate, being one who doesn't mess around, just gets down to business. Treat him with respect and show some intelligence, and he'll let you pass. Come in looking for a battle-of-the-wills and you'll be Lexarp's floormop, and you don't want to be that. For the Abyss be mighty dusty and Lexarp is a bit tougher and younger than old C. He's also a bit more grim and less laughsome, so don't assume jokes will amuse him. He's a defector from the Order camp (he'd have to have been, with a name like Lexarp) who decided long ago that he had enough of serving those masters and cast himself into the Abyss to hide from them. Choronzon gave him asylum once he'd been tested. ("Comanon" and "Tabitom", called "governors" by Crowley, are actually more like a living computer program, and the living computer it runs on, respectively - or they serve the functions of computers but are not really much else like them.) - While you're waiting for a Release, the thing to do is to plug in and turn on to some of the Escapes, which are Choronzon tracks that flew the coop, some before actually being what we would term finished. Some end up staying as they are and some don't. Some of the latest to be shunted out are Contraverse, Prisonbreak and Consummation.
"Prisonbreak" was inspired by a dream Monde had while making New World Chaos, a ghastly trip into gulag hell: detained in one of those black-op camps that Americans keep hearing unsettling news about. At some point there was a truly hideous scene involving John Ashcroft trying to choke her with pages torn from a Bible while committing an act of sodomy. The whole thing came through with a happy ending, though, as after battling demented bible-thumping at-that-time-Attorney-Generals and scads of dogs and cops, she was rescued by a helicopter full of resistance fighters who knew their stuff, apparently, and airlifted her and a large group of compatriotes out of the place. This one will probably be added to, over time, but for now, it stands on its own. "Consummation" is an epiphany of psychedelic-industrial love for the project's namesake. And "Contraverse" is just "Contraverse". Choronzon the namesake really likes this one...though he can't quite seem to say why, either.
SOMEONE has to jump up and declare: I'm going this way. Follow, or get out of my way with your cheesy pentagram stickers and upside-down crosses, out of my way with that 4/4 120bpm genericity daring to call itself different. More like "indifferent", which is what I now am to it, as now that there is Xeno, I don't have to call my sound industrial any more and have it misjudged before even being heard. And hence, don't have to hate it any more - just be indifferent to it.
Monde announces on 25 June 2006: Things that make you go "What the...?" Department The site looks like it is template-driven, and has has been undeveloped a long time. I found the following lines on every page of their site:
Greetings and Welcome to the new Chronzon.com One has to wonder just who is behind this. I have to admit that the paranoia bell in my head, which it will probably surprise most of you to hear is pretty quiet most of the time, did get to dinging a teensy bit on this one. Is someone trying to embarrass us, cause a confusion that could make any reviewers with brains in their heads mix up our names and then write off THIS project without bothering to investigate or listen to it, thus aiding in getting us unnoticed by journalists and bloggers, get us NOTICED as fucking potential terrorists, or just piss us off? This does not appear to be an actual band, and since one of our members lives in Florida, one has to wonder about this kind of thing.
I'm sorry if these seems rude, but it's embarrassing to think that some people might goof our URL, end up on that site and think that's US. First splash page is a cheesy upside-down-pentagram logo over a picture of a snowy cemetary. Oooh, frozen wastes, death and religion and Saaaayyy-taaaannnnn. You might as well put up a sign that says "No imagination. No reason to exist. Please move on." Maybe this act has been hiding under some rock or in a coffin or something for twenty years, but here's breaking news: this kind of thing has been done to death, literally, figuratively -- and tiresomely. The thing is, we're also "Yahweh's" worst fucking nightmare. (To be specific, the one among us who is the "Namesake Entity" is: one that is not human, does not have flesh or form...a Xenodimensional, just as "Yahweh", "Satan" and all the rest of those upstart critters that humans call "Gods".) If you honestly think the sadist Judeochristian God gives two shits about Satan and his so-called "fall", and fears his "disloyalty", you have either been reading the Bible way too long, or you never read it at all. And if you haven't, erstwhile Satanic master, you cannot even begin to understand your enemy, and aren't going to go past square one without being annihilated in your spiritual warfare games. For all we know, you see it solely as a game (and sometimes that's the BEST and even ONLY WAY to see it, as long as it's not WHOLLY or ALWAYS seen that way) but you can take it for granted that there are those who do NOT, who would see the likes of you - or us - thrown into gulags and tortured, and killed. For that is their way...and has been for more than two millennia. If you want to be corny, and worship Satan, the goat-guy narc of Yahweh, that's your choice. But since you've chosen a name so similar to ours, and - at least in SOME ways - do not appear to THINK that you run at - if I may be forgiven the truly awful pun - cross purposes - to what we're up to, it is felt even more necessary to disassociate ourselves with you, because of your purported methodology. Such phrases as "militant Satanism" and "by any means necessary" placed in public view appear to advocate violent overthrow. With a totalitarian corporatist government in charge, filtering through every bit of data seeking reasons to exist (enemies that can be pumped up and used as excuses for wars, lockdowns, etc.) this is very dangerous advocacy. For what it's worth, it's also advocating ineffectual practices. Terrorists don't make the best fucking case for any ideology, in case you've not figured that out yet. The Choronzon project is certainly no supporter of organised religion - even our own mythos serves to expand upon those of other resonants who hold their OWN "pagan" (specifically, non-monotheist) mythopoieas and faiths. They are as important to our own mythos as resonants who love the anti-entropic, Chaos god Choronzon, Lord of Hallucinations and Master of Forms, Dweller between Self-and-Unself. In this way we are like no other "spiritual warriors" you've likely ever known. Terrorism is THE ENEMY'S GAME. The "enemy" pretends to be the "friend". Terrorism is used as an excuse for terrorism. All a site that advocates Militant Satanism is going to create is MILITANT CHRISTIANS. Thus we do not practice it, advocate it or encourage it, on the basis that all it does is create more of the enemy, just as more terrorists are created by America by its atrocities in Iraq, done in the name of "fighting terrorism" and "building democracy". All of that is bound to failure. There are other things that are not, necessarily, at any rate, bound likewise. Choronzon has better ideas. In addition to mage works, these blows against the Empire which have hit home, we make music. "Chronzon" shows no signs of having actually done such. And what's the deal with the "band photos"? Look reeallly closely and you'll notice something. Unless we have a band of triplets here, It's all the same guy. (This is doubted by at least one correspondent, but look at their names. Come on. At LEAST two of them are one guy. MAYBE the third is a pal, or is just him 7 years ago?) When Choronzon West was first incepted it was a solo project: one crazy 25 year old woman from San Francisco. When Choronzon East was first incepted it was a solo project, one Norwegian Goth artist from the east coast. NEITHER of us were ashamed of going it on our own. It would appear that someone else is. Why?
Monde announces on 14 June 2006: The 06x3 ritual took place, on Tuesday, 06/06/06. The Apocalypse Paradigm: soundly trounced!
Monde and Choronzon announce on 12 May 2006: : 06X3 :
And don't be shy, for you'll have the chance to do it on 06/06/06 - D-Day, the Sixth of June, which this year happens to be the perfect occasion for such a rite: 06x3: The Sunder of the Beast - an act of paradigm sorcery which is the first event of its kind, to be documented, and commemorated by us, and you will help create it. It's being done because obviously on that date, the psi planes will be chock full of Christian Armageddonist nutbar-currents due to the numerical configuration of the date vis-a-vis the association of the number 666 with the insufferable, long-standing life-sucking Apocalypse Paradigm, which fucks with your head in so mahy ways, it has been finally decided it's high time to put the blade to this low-down "beastly" paradigm, and split it in twain - as if nothing's done to stop it, it will surely stop YOU, whether or NOT the world actually ends, for it deprives your mindset of a plausible future. The weapon will be one massive multi-noded HOLY FUCK compressed in time to twenty-four hours on the date of 06/06/06...and sent into the 333 Current for Choronzon to use against the Paradigm. This is the sort of orgy in which it does not matter who or what you are making love to - be it your mate, your lover, your polyamorous triad or quad or whatever configuration you've formed, your "friend-with-benefits", your online role-play slut-pal(s), or own Self, or Selves, in conjunction with any one or more or none of the following: imaginary lover(s), your favourite divinity, demon, angel, incubus or succubus, or even the great Choronzon himself!--or the Female Aspect of same...XARONZON... You KNOW you want to... So zoom thiswaywards to find out more.
Monde announces on 19 April 2006: Some of the mp3 files for New World Chaos are fuXored in various ways - a couple of them have somehow become misnamed, plus I learned that variable bitrate mp3s suck the bag and am running through the whole set and redoing them as regular mp3s, making them sound much better - and making certain that each file has proper tag info, et cetera. Because of this you may find tracks missing or half-there as they are re-uploaded to the server on our crummy dialup which is nevertheless run by a cool person who charges us ten dollars a month and doesn't have Bad Corporate Contracts, require credit cards for payment or any of that crap. If you have some broadbandish service like Comcast it's apparently not a problem to "stream" the audio, and I'd imagine the same is true if you have fast DSL, an office T1 or some other enviably fast pipe between your machine and the Rest of the World. Choronzon is at work on a new project while awaiting the arrival of CDs for the abovementioned. It is to be called Effect Affect and will mostly be a "Choronzon West" project owing to "Choronzon East's" other commitments and projects, though there's been talk of some collaboration taking part on it when all that's been dealt with. The mage-work behind Effect Affect is highly classified and goes quite far beyond the limits of what has been done in the past by both myself and the Entity. The only thing that will be said about it: it's monumental in scope but very focused in direction, and that it's darker and more "left-path" than anything ever before done by me but will traipse along this path to areas occupied by a "right path", so to speak. Dark magery for dark times, something that needs doing and hopefully nothing like this will ever have to be done again. You will not hear a word about it beyond what I've just said here - at least until it's over. This, of course, provided that the Shrubbery doesn't get going with its planned pre-emptive nuclear strike against Iran, the third nation America would be attacking since the clinically insane son of a Bush "took" office, literally speaking. If this happens, America will be a likely target for Chaos Only Knows what horrible retaliatory action by every enemy across the globe, from wannabe terrorists to nations like, say, Russia or even our once-appreciated, now-insulted European allies, whose alliance can understandably not predictably be counted on since we've slid down the path of dictatorship with a big yellow happy cartoon face pasted across its ugly corporatist/theocratic face, spouting the words "democracy" and "freedom" over and over as it devours more and more of same from the once-democratic USA. I maintain that as long as we are still allowed to make and watch films like V For Vendetta then we're not living in fascism, YET. By the way, the above film - the only one I've gone to see since The Matrix and Fahrenheit 9/11 and which is in many ways better than either of them gets a five-star rating from this author and she urges you to see it if you've not done so already - I can ignore the somewhat corny plotline, considering that it is perhaps the most subversive film to ever come out of Hollywood. Indeed, governments should not be feared, but should fear their constituents. Ours has forgotten to do so, and it's long past time for it to learn to...because frankly I'm sick to death of being afraid of it. Tableturnoverture time!
P. Emerson Williams announces on 8 April 2006: [Note: P. Emerson Williams' musical works extend beyond the lovely miasmas of Choronzon - he also has a more "musical" sounding project, Veil of Thorns. You could call it "goth" if you really wanted to, but I'd call it "pretty, dark indigo flowers, in a cemetery garden, driving taproots into the deceased and growing scary-lookin' vines, mutated by formaldehyde, over all the headstones, obscuring their forms, and blotting out the sun from falling over the names of the dead." Having just completed an album, Manifestation Objective he topped it off with the following. This is not Choronzon, but the work of one part of its double-mind. As for the other half...watch for soonish news on THAT as well. - D.M. Thraam]  Because I can leave no idle idea alone, I've created a soundtrack to "Nosferatu, a Symphony of Horror", the silent masterpiece by F.W. Murnau. I realize dozens of folks have done the same, but I'm actually quite proud of this one. The approach was inspired by the Dogme 95 manifesto. Now, using so much technology probably makes it anathema to its adherents, but my mode of working is never pure, but, Harmony Korinne fanatic that I am, I feel an affinity to the movement. I had several limitations in doing this, as my hard drive is almost full, and I'll be needing to send a bunch of large image files out in the coming week. Therefore, my first rule was only to use sounds I already had on my hard drive. This was easy, as what I have taking up space are the audio tracks from the Veil Of Thorns album I've just completed. What you'll hear is 90% vocals with much less processing than it sounds like. Secondly, I gave myself a time limit of eight hours to create and sync the audio to the movie file.
It's actually taken me longer to render the movie than it took to write the music(k), which was fine, as I had lots of drawing I wanted to get done. More on that later. The Vampire theme may make me goth at last. [DMT begs to differ. Naw, just differs, sans begging. One vampire artwork does not a goth make. You'e an artist and effectuator, who happens to make things that happen to appeal to goths, among other life forms. But that's just my take. I used to call myself a rivethead - I was the inventor of the word, as applied to music subcultures, yet! But after listening to a Real Audio "industrial" stream for an hour and having a fit of nonstop cringe at how the form hasn't evolved past that oh-no-not-again Front Puppy Skinnyline Assembly template in SIXTEEN DAMN YEARS, I opted to finally hang that up and devote myself to creating a new genre, Xeno, which is what Choronzon is--obviously. And you got to admit, goth and black metal bands and projects are rife with template work, too--though for those fields, you'd maybe know the templates' names better than I, having had more exposure to those scenes...DMT] For those few of you who haven't seen countless versions of this film: some interesting background info about it.
Monde announces on 8 January 2006: Lvx23 has a very interesting article about corporations as mageic egregores with guidance for the mage who wants to deal with them.
Monde announces on 5 January 2006: What with the blatant, unapologetic admission by the Juggernauteer-in-Chief that the NSA will happily spy on Americans without warrants or good reason, it's up to all of us to make it a goddamn waste of time for them to do so. Though most truly intelligent terrorists (a contradiction in terms on one level, and not another) would not use any "hot button" words in their online transmissions - or make any at all to their cell-mates if they value their cause and/or their lives - I would imagine that it would be a real pain in the ass if everyone were doing Strange Things with their computers that are apparently in code. Eventually maybe it'll be fixed so the thing works like the infamous anti-spammer black hole page, with a bot-killer that will likely catch Echelon just as easily as a spambot, though the creators of Echelon may be on to that already, we never really know... In the meantime, Mr. NSA, please eat this and crunch. Something picked up on a fileshare matrix: I have no idea who the author is, or exactly what's going on here: it sounds as though someone phoned the offices of Karl "The Vore" Rove and talked to his secretary...about Mr. Rove's declining mental state. JUST THE FACT that someone would make something like that made for a lot of evil laughter at C-West HQ.
monde announces on 29 December 2005: A new space called ESCAPES has been plonked into the dusky, dusty unused reaches of this domain which still stretches out into aeons of space which Choronzon and his Annunciator (she who writes this) will live to fill up with their spastic effluvia, even in the wake of New World Chaos. While P. Emerson Williams takes a needed break from the project to pursue an elabourate graphic novel (I've seen some of the extant work and it's a happening thing--the title of the work is Chasing the Wish) over here at C-West HQ I make quantum leaps in audiosoft education having today - and this was a majorly big deal for me - more or less by accident finally grokked the MIDI interface, or part of it, and managed to make a copy, a cover of the original song "Choronzon" by Tangerine Dream which was my first knowledge of the name! I took a MIDI file and somehow - and I'm still not entirely sure how I managed to do this - got my host software to spit out about 8 little MIDI files which had the pitch and ADSR info (that's what makes the note either sound like a short sharp shock or a loooong drooooney twaaaang, it is the electronic equivalent of how hard one hits the imaginary keyboard, furtherly helped along by a special MIDI function for Velocity. If this makes no sense and you don't make digital music, just skip it.) All this sure didn't make sense to ME before. Now that it does, it's a quantum leap...it's as if I was crossing a grid and was at square 12 or 13, and just took a running jump, and ended up way over at square 68. My xenodimensional consort and I vortexed around merrily in celebration. I've been trying to learn this shit for YEARS. I know most digital musicians knew it when they were in diapers, practically, but I don't care. I know I can figure out the rest of it today because I figured this out.
On 15 November 2005 Monde announced:
On 2 September 2005 P. Emerson sent out this dispatch: For an indefinate time, all profits from my sales from CDBaby.com will go to help the people of New Orleans. You can find all the CD's by going to the page listed below. Apple iTunes Napster Rhapsody EMEPE3 MP3tunes MusicMatch Etherstream Music4Cents NetMusic QTRnote Puretracks MSN Music Magog Agog on Emusic + Era Vulgaris + Psychosis Ex Machina LoudEye MusicNet Mperia OnlinePromo RuleRadio DigiPie MusicNow Bitmunk iSound PlayIndies Ruckus MusicIsHere Sony Connect BuyMusic Living in Florida, P. Emerson Williams has some familiarity with the effects of hurricanes. Monde, west-coasted lifelong, sitting right on the edge of that geologically labile region in the (ironically named) Pacific Ocean area, called "The Ring of Fire" by geologists, so her own familiarity is with the wrath of Vrekakequai, the xenodimensional chaotic earth/fire elemental "caretaker" of our little utterly-taken-for-granted spherical terrarium hanging in space; the one whose bailiwick is churning the lower, inner earth, the tectonic plates and magma--if it were not for volcanoes and quakes, Gaia would not be able to breathe or have currents circulate throughout within. The skies and seas fall under the jurisdiction of Vrekakequai's mythospheric counterpart, the chaotic air-water elemental, Vshilshavulishevili --whose name took me about a year to learn to pronounce, literally, after it was first imagined/received. It's "Veh-SHILL-sheh-VOO-lee-SHEE-vuh-LEE". Just trying to say it makes one's breath sprout funnel clouds. And in case her shaky co-worker's name knocks you for a loop - that's "vuhREH-KA-keh-KWEYE. The "e" should really be a schwa, spoken almost as if not even there (since it's NOT) but there aren't any HMTL characters for those as far as I know. (So just IMAGINE it's upside down.) They are not exactly evil: although they REALLY hate human beings, so much so I wonder why the natural disasters have been limited to ones that won't shake us all off into space like a dog shaking a mess of fleas out of its fur...But despite their understandable dislike of us, considering what great stewards of this world we've not been being, we'd have problems without them, as it is earth movements, heat and cold in convection and subduction, that keeps the whole of the Earth from slagging into motionless stagnant entropy. But there's no question that they bring deadly, dangerous things into our lives - natural disasters, to remind us that we weren't the ones who invented deadly destructive force. The thing is, things like quakes and killer storms are only negative things only because they threaten us; the Earth itself needs them. Humans - and to some extent, all life in general, though humans are among the worst - irritate these entities like a fungal infection on one's skin and they scratch. Though these "scratches" -earthquakes, volcanoes and hurricanes and tornados - have killed all through the ages, they're definitely increasing now in both number and magnitude. Before you immediately start thinking of the Book of Revelation (a.k.a. "self-fulfilling prophecy kit for ALL AGES!") remember that there IS such a thing as global warming. Recall that the population has continued to increase for the past 20 years while we've been AWARE of that global warming going on, and all those places that used to be called "third-world" nations are now full of roads, factories blurmping out a panoply of ozone-destroyers, and cars burning gasoline and loading up the only atmosphere Earth has with way too much carbon monoxide to join the surfeit of carbon dioxide accruing from the exhalations of all those millions of persons driving them who weren't in the middle of the last century. On 6 August 1945, the first use of a nuclear weapon ushered in a sea-change for humanity...and that sea is not a placid and quiet place to sail our proverbial leaky boat. Just about everyone alive today has spent their life from beginning to present under the omnipresent threat of global nuclear war, or annihilation by plagues, whether manufactured by nature all by itself, or manufactured by "nature" via the medium of "humanity" (which has somehow gotten this ridiculous idea, collectively, that it exists outside of or above --or beneath-- "nature".) Perhaps this nuclear catastrophe, and the subsequent stockpiles of WORSE bombs than the Hiroshima/Nagasaki double-curse, subconsciously shorted out massive chunks of the collective "care circuit" in some way. Or maybe it is just that "Care" has been being cremated annually at Bohemian Grove for the past century? (By those very same fun lovin' guys our "Weaving Spiders" went after with a vengeance on the evening of 16th July 05; it is sincerely hoped our friends the Boho Boys had themselves a fun party, whilst having no idea how many of their own psionic self-destruct switches they tripped into "on" mode while at it. And considering how drunk they supposedly get all day long, it is assumed they did a lot of tripping over many of those nifty little web-works. By this time next year, we ought to know something of what happened, judging by the general state of the corporatists and their neocon agenda's movment towards success or failing. ) [UPDATE: Well, here we are, 7 August 2006. And there was no Total Crumbling, but 2006 was the year America DID wake up, and stop saluting the president every time it saw a flag and the public is also casting a fishy eye towards the neocons regarding their extremely likely culpability, whether by foreknowledge or design - of "September THE Eleventh" - and the neocons are scrambling about putting out one Hollywood movie after another to try to rekindle the public's fancy for the fairy tale. But truth is a genii that won't be put back in a bottle. And only the hardcore Bush fan club bothers with the tinfoil hat crap any more. THEY even seem to be coming around, and factionalizing. Good. Divide and conquer. Just don't trust the goddamn Democrats, because they're part of the scam too, now, even if they once WERE NOT...they've been infiltrated top to bottom with shills for the other guys, which is why they talk a "BLUE" streak about ending the war, and each time Shrub holds his hand out for some more of your millions, for the year's war budget, they vote it in as if under fucking hypnosis. They talk "green"? That's because they're PLANTS. You get the picture. Anyway, back to Last Year, now.] The people whose business it is to create man-made disasters don't appreciate the competition, it would seem. The real reason they hate natural disasters, though, is obvious: Natural disasters are chaotic and the worst ones are damn near omnipotent: they can barely predict them and can never stop them. They almost always interfere with their own disaster-making, and make them look ineffectual. Unfortunately, one primary reason for the latter is that their disaster-making also almost always interferes with their commitment to help the victims of the disasters - even when they're in our home country. Chaos being..well, chaotic, it can produce unfortunate events and also surprise us with the efforts people snap into at moment-notice, to help one another. I completely approve of the notion above: if I'm going to spend so much time complaining about what my government does and does not do, perhaps I ought to take up my share of the burden. However, I do have a concern: It will be important to find a reliable way to help the people of Louisiana. Last year's tsunami, and the 9/11 griefsploitation explosion that seemed to never end, showed all too well there are a lot of huckster charities out there...with different levels of sleaziness and greed, some being complete con jobs, others merely inefficient. I wish there was some more direct way to assist, without going through intermediary agencies.
Monde announces on 9 June 2005: The days grow long and warm, as spring sinks into the euphoria of summer... and the nights grow even longer. But how can that be, you say? It's easy, if you are Monde, and in the throes of transduction. What an interesting spring this is, and what an intense summer this is going to be, as this thing begins to wind down--and then up! It rises further from the process-womb and at this point I believe I have just wrapped up my end of Phase II. It's phase III that's going to be the bitch-kitty - since that is where the random-factor becomes much lessened and the control factor becomes as important as the chaos. Urp...That scares me, the Chaosian that I am. But behold, the Entity Choronzon is becoming acclimated to gentle guidance into form and order...which he will need if he's going to leave the Abyss, after aeons of being alone and bored, to run through the world - using YOUR MINDS (and mine) for transit-vehicles. (You didn't know that was the plan? It is.) Thus far, the centre holds quite well... In other news: a track from the new incarnation of Choronzon is being included on a most fascinating compilation CD series.comped. That track is "Current", said compilation being the wonderful Weirdpixie's Women Take Back The Noise project. It is by far my favourite track so far out of those that are my own sounds only. (This being an album intending to showcase women industrial artists, it had to be something non-collaborative, since said collaborator is of the other gender.) It's sealed it for me: my favourite instrument has got to be the Roto-delay. This device is usually used to produce distance directional effect in sound but the above track uses it for something else entirely... I can't get enough of the thing. While playing it, please do it through headphones. Smoke 'em if ya got 'em. Natch, it's only a light-shadow of the real thing, as all mp3s are. The discs will have The Real Deal with all the subtleties and crypticities more apparent by far.
Monde announces on 1 April 2005: In between conglomming the bits and parts of New World Chaos into some sort of (dare I say it) order (!), whilst waiting for a particularly interesting large soundfile to finish wending its way westward packet by packet, I got this narcissistic urge to fool around with some pictures that Deek (my uncommon outlaw husband) took of me a few months ago: I just crammed them all into a GIF animator and made frames from them, then went back and hit each frame with a panoply of filtres. Result looks like a madwoman wrestling hallucinations and vortices, which was the general idea. If you've patience and/or a Really Thick, Fast Pipe, it's here (It's almost five MB!) Today I would also like to announce, however, that this will be the last bit of work I will ever do on this project. I had a series of visions this past evening and realised that the current I've been playing with is just too unpredictable and dangerous, and it was folly of me to ever think of bringing it back to life. This converged with my sudden urge to open my heart to Jesus and be baptized in the blood of the Lamb after a lifetime of Godless anarchy and all that goes with it. If you find yourself in a dither shaking your head in horror, you might want to check today's date. If you really believed that, SHAME on you. I will never EVER bow down to that abusive tribal god who got too big for one tribe and took over the whole damn planet, and represents the kind of father who'd torture and murder his own son. (For you! As a present! A ticket to Heaven, his dead, tortured son! What a nice "Father". I dunno who YOUR Daddy is, but that Yahweh fellow sure as HELL is not my "Father Art In Heaven", nosirree. I don't know about Father, but I think you know what supernal force is my Art in Heaven, ohhhhh yeah. Suck on THAT you sadistic torturing bastard- I like MY gods to make SENSE and actually help me, not make a lot of promises, and wars. Choronzon doesn't do either. Though he WILL pick up the psionic weapons and fight if challenged, and is, constantly.) The day you see me give up and push that one out of my mind and life...is the day you are looking at someone else that isn't me, OBVIOUSLY. Happy April Fool's Day, suckers.
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YOU HAVE QUESTIONS?
WANT ANSWERS? ARE YOU SURE...?
Who are you, what do you want to know, and why?
Maybe you wonder what in the 31 varieties of Baskin-Robbins Hell "Xeno" is, or if you are really brave, are curious about what it sounds like...or if it has any potential side-effects, what the contraindications are, what not to take at the same time you're ingesting it...what it could do to your brain, body, and your potential to produce viable offspring--if you're crazy enough to want to raise KIDS, instead of raising energy vortices, demons, consciousness, etc. in the first place. ( We're not. We'll stick to raising Hell and switching it with Heaven and seeing if anyone can tell them apart.)
~ Choronzon ~ P. Emerson Williams, D. Monde Thraam,
NEW WORLD CHAOS Produced in 2005, this double album was the first collaboration of the two Choronzons as one. The entire project involved several very concentrated and protracted ritual effectuations, some of a somewhat meta-political nature, and others far more esoteric and internally-focused. Collaboration was all done via the medium of Internet and the invisible 333 Current. The two-disc work was completed hours before Hurricane Katrina went aground...making it the second Choronzon album to be followed by a major natural disaster within hours of completion. Until CDs are available, the entire double album, including the half directed by P. Emerson Williams, Complicity Simplexity and that directed by Thraam, New World Chaos, can be downloaded in its entirety on this page or wander through the galleries that start thiswaywards; each track on both sections has accompanying text (some terse aphorisms, some verse, some prose, and Thraam's digital hallucinography.
Choronzon [ East ] P. Emerson Williams  MAGOG AGOG Where it all began for the "eastern" Choronzon. The most black metal-centric of the Choronzon works, it goes beyond the limits of the genre, and doesn't settle for the cliches. Fast, hard, raw sound carries the tracks to their target-zones; even appeals to individuals thoroughly bored with "metal" of any stripe.
Choronzon [ West ] Demitria Monde Thraam 
ZERO DIVIDED BY INFINITY The Choronzon from the San Francisco Bay Area was incepted in 1989, three years after D.M. Thraam first encountered the Namesake Entity while engaging in more-or-less traditional "ritual magick" with a past lover who, being taught to avoid anything that seemed redolent of the Daemon of the Abyss, rather abreacted when she mentioned seeing "a gateway or door made of three triangles a-spinning, with an engagingly inviting Presence behind it". Against this Thelemic friend's advice, she took up the invitation. The rest was - and is, and shall be - history. Zero Divided By Infinity, themed around the impossible tesseract geometry of the higher dimensions beyond those known by human minds, and fuelled by the love, wild power and inscrutable ways of this ineffable being whom Thraam took a shine to - and a year and a half to make an album as a paean to. It was MIDI-sequenced on a very early version of Performer on a Mac IIci, hooked up to a Mirage sampler and an effects-box that could wring a slim fraction of the wonders of today's VST philtres upon sound. Also used was "Hell's Picnic Table" (a metal table, sans umbrella or legs, painted with the Choronzonic triptrigram and stood on its side, with contact-microphone taped to it, making fingertaps into thunder. One track enlisted the aid of bass guitar from Jan O. Sanguine of Katharsis - the most hard-edged, passionate "old-school" of San Francisco industrial bands in the late eighties and the only one known to involve a female frontwoman. (Katharsis' red-and-black and Choronzon's characteristic yellow-and-black were "the colours" of sheet-metal-bashing, amp-blowing industrial in those days.) With accompanying text, Xerox graphics...and one hell of a story about what happened the day the album (and its accompanying hoodoo) were finished. All tracks are downloadable and the textual inserts scanned for display. Though first ill-fated, Zero Divided By Infinity is proof that a thing once thought gone forever sometimes won't be.
If you came here looking for the definitive, canonical collection of Just About Everything pertaining to the entity Choronzon whose Number is 333, you are Exactly where you Belong. Salutations, Seeker!
Demitria Monde Thraam, acting as Annunciator to and for Choronzon, has gathered this material from all over the vast reaches of net-space: excavated it from hidden esoteric zones, dug it out from the depths of the World Wide Abyss, so that it may be preserved and presented here in one locale, to Enlighten and Endarken all comers. Writings and art will run all sorts of gamuts: from good to awful, from interesting to dry, from relatively sane to stone-crow wack. It will entertain in one place, inform in another, and here and there, may cause a laugh or three to escape you: inbetween a groan or two.Choronzon values laughter and irony very highly; you may not always get the jokes, or get them immediately, though. Even Thraam, arguably as intimately close to this being as anyone could possibly get--Choronzon has been her animus and incubus, and companion in current-rides through the Aethyr, and loving Guide to the Xenodimensions for (on and off) nearly twenty-two years, now - even SHE doesn't always get them. Or gets them in a totally different way than intended; after which she usually proceeds to attempt to vex Choronzon right back. (And sometimes, even successfully manages.) What lies within? If it is about Choronzon, you SHOULD find it here--or will, at some point. Miscellaneous Incomprehensible Psycholytic Fallout. All Manner of Mischief, Melee and Mirth pertaining to "That Mighty Devil". Anything at all that spills out of the centre of Choronzon--or even from the the back end. Textuality, Hallucinography, Perverse Verses. Various, Sundry and Sundered Notions of Reality, Unreality, Surreality et. al. cetera. The resonants of Choronzon are everywhere now, showing up in unexpected zones. Maybe your next door neighbour is one... (If you have your own experiences to share...send them and they'll be used, upstairs in the Grinnoire if they're favourable, and down in the tepid mouldy Akolasia Chamber if they...aren't quite so favourable.) [OPEN THE GRINNOIRE]
Go on, take a chance and write to us, because we're always waiting to be rewarded by really bizarre letters, so if you send one, you'll probably be rewarded with a REALLY bizarre answer. Go on and tell us exactly what you were in the middle of doing when you first laid eye and ear to the vexation of Choronzon. Say hello. (But in your own Special Way.) Ask us how we are, so we can say, "By the grace of something not resembling any of the contemporarily empowered gods - but grace is grace, wherever you find it...or it finds you..." Tell us how you are doing - better yet, a few details on your methods of doing it. Demitria Monde Thraam's @ddress is: monde@choronzon.org. P. Emerson Williams' @ddress is: perdurabo418@choronzon.org And yes, you CAN write to Choronzon, and who knows? He/she/it/??? might even answer you. The @ddress for our Egregious Egregore, Choronzon, is: 333@choronzon.org
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