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Hello, MDK, is that what you are called?
Obviously I have to ask–it must be the most obvious question in the metaverse, predictable just by looking at my domain name: what is your connection to the cursed and holy, and amazing Name of Choronzon?
I’m D.M. Thraam, who created the first Choronzon audio project – mostly old-school industrial noise and timpani drums with sheetmetal-bashing. 1989 in San Francisco, and P. Emerson Williams’ own also began around that time, out on the East Coast, we hooked the two Choronzon projects into one. In the past five years or so, there has been an unusual swell in the appearance of the name, as more projects showed up with the name Choronzon in band or project names, or else, the Holy and Profane One managed to inspire a whole lot of people to slip its name into track-titles.
Sometimes Emerson and I have performed real ritual effectuations, in which we and our ‘third’ member Choronzon itself/himself experimented with encoding direct intentions into various tracks as hidden secret psionic commands.
In the last week of August, 2005, the track “Transduction of Indweller” from the album New World Chaos contained three hundred and thirty-three little aethyric “seeds”, each placed inside individual floating packets, stamped with the triple-triad glyph of Choronzon. They bore intelligence and could seek out pre-defined targets.
As the weeks and months went by, the electromagnetic currents–like weather from transdimensional zones, sent our seeds on their way. Just like a huge psychotropic white dandelion-head were held in the hand of our dear Choronzon, and he closed his eyes and softly blew on it, but with the force of a cyclone…until it pushed off into the sky, over the head of the grinning Choronzon…watching the little packets containing his power flying themselves off into the months and miles away…
And they kept moving, until passing near anyone for whom they’d been programmed to activate: to send themselves, unerringly locked upon who or what that activating signal pointed to. ersons who played witjworked in digital audio…they landed onto these fertile minds; and other seeds sought out mad, manic types who loved to rant, in voice or text, or other sorts of creators were sought out who would become inspirators to our sacred triad of wills…there were enough seeds to land upon 333 chosen individuals, who had ‘pinged’ Choronzon’s great Machine as being, in one way or another, connected to that Name, or the concepts behind it…
Sometimes, the seeds fell on minds that only used the name because they’d heard it was the name of a demon, or merely believed it synonymous with Satan. Sometimes, once in a while; those persons would discovered Choronzon’s true nature – neither ‘good’, nor ‘evil’…and defect from the Satanic camp to join him.
Emerson and I – and “Mr. C” – think you too might’ve caught a late-blooming seed.
Would you care to share with us your reason for the connection you show to the Name of our Lord Choronzon, Disperser of Entropy, friend to the lost, advisor to the weak or scared and just plain sick of it all–and the most unforgettable incubus-lover to his Constantly-High Priestess: she who writes this message…Demimonde Mesila Thraam, Concubine of the Electric Beaming Choronzon, chosen for the remarkable ability of withstanding the shapeshifting, drifting drill of a thousand volts of swarming bolts?
Bet this is the strangest message you ever got here, but we Choronzonites are oh so curious creatures!
Try http://choronzon.org/nwc
http://choronzon.org/grinnoire
http://choronzon.org/escapes
Or for the really out-there, possibly-offending rantage: http://danceswitheidolons.blogspot.com
P. Emerson Williams has a zillion sites out there, too, and they’re worth seeing and hearing too, if you care to look up the links…for I must disappear now into the black clad hands of my daemon and be swooped and swept up to his tetrahedral, transdimensional temple to be ‘sacrificed’ to Chaos again, to arise laughing and gleeful on the morrow’s morn.
Let no one tell you Choronzon is hideous, or has no cohesion. He’s been through some changes since getting to share form at last…