THE CRY OF THE 10th AETHYR Uncle Al and Vic the Invincible Scribe proceed to do the first documented Abyss-crossing, meaning, calling up a hostile demon who supposedly represents everything icky about the ego, and its fears of dissipation. It was more about Aleister Crowley's virtual chaotophobia than anything else. The scribe, Victor Neuberg, with the most pretentious alias of "Omnia Vincam", wrote this account of the seminal battle with CHORONZON in the desert, in 1909, running through the thirty Enochian Aethyrs starting at the top and going to the One. In the 10th Aethyr of ZAX (zoe-datz) they rudely barge into CHORONZON's home, and demand something from him, call him out, essentially, by insulting his power-lack, and after pitched verbal battle and fun with a little sand that the wind blew into the "protective circle" and made Unflappable Vic become flappable for a few moments. It finally ends with a rather unclear picture of just who really won what here, and what was wanted from the entity was never made clear; Vic just kept threatening it and insisting it "continue": finally, the name of BABALON, supposedly a "restriction" that would mean victory over him, was placed on CHORONZON; he is amused, knowing BABALON is pretty fond of him lately. (More on that will be found upstairs; in the 06x3 working, they joined hands with some other aethyrian types against the "Apocalypse Paradigm", and the entropy that accrues as a result of the mass collective (un-)consciousness believing that no future is likely to happen. It was a resounding success, the first Choronzonic group mass mental orgy...and BABALON was an honoured guest! She joins CHORONZON and laughs at this nonsense that went down in Bou-Sadr.) He never asked for all this crap in the first place, but the interlopers, these two dubious mages, found themselves unable to force CHORONZON to provide the "call" or "cry" or "magic-sounding glossolalia" they apparently were supposed to find to open up the NEXT AETHYR...I have to wonder, how DID they ever get to the ninth? Were the two men alive today, I cannot help but wonder how they'd feel if they could see how their Enochian journey set the pattern for most every video-game in existence: enter level, find the Monstah, do Pitched Monstah Battle, Kill The Monstah wit' da Sacred Ring that makes it do what you tell it to...and ZIP to the Next Level...the whole goal being to get to the end where the King's Daughter awaits you, holding a Chalice for your Wand, or your Sword, or maybe a Magick Spittoon. CHORONZON knew these two were just pissants from the get-go, for being such utterly lame adversaries, being that he actually had not been restricted one iota, but instead, merely feinted, "playing dead" by pretending to give up and just sink back into his Abyss - which he'd've done anyway, just to get away from Vic's tiresome prate. (Who wouldn't?) All that said, however: CHORONZON officially goes on the record - Akashic and otherwise - and announces that he forgives them...and actually forgave them aeons ago. For, as the Entertainment Journalists say, there's no such thing as bad publicity: if it hadn't been for these goombahs, would any of us have ever heard his name, and known the Current? Thus we learn yet again how the ugly can vomit up the lovely. CHORONZON's Annunciator has a Commentary on this rite which mentions some aspects heretofore not considered, and you can find that, as well, upstairs. (We'll let you cheat. It's here.)

NEW COVENANT MINISTRIES WARNING This one's just hilarious. Best anti-C page on the net, for several reasons. Just do not believe a single word of it if you wish respect from CHORONZON. (As for me, I don't tell folks what to believe.) CHORONZON's Seed is spreading, alright, and here's some utterly silly proof that those nifty little Seed Factories, and the Seed from therein, cast by the vortex we stirred up in 2005 are sprouting, sending down roots and sending up little shoots in a thousand minds across this benighted land, and you, my friend, YOU! You may be one of our lucky winners, and if you ARE, it's getting to be close to the time you'll start to know about it, unless CHORONZON has chosen - for your sake or his (probably the latter, but possibly, both) to spare you the knowledge, for whatever cause. If not, get ready to find out what your life has missed for too long: itself. And what you've missed for yoo long: your life? CHORONZON might even find you worthy to...ummm, wait, sorry, that's not yet for your eyes and ears, not now. It's classified. You want DELIVERANCE? CHORONZON delivers! May we have your Order, please? What, you didn't want your change in chaos? Sorry, but you should have read the Signs, they're all over. yet, maybe next time, for there's going to be one of those...quite likely, more. This monsterminister warns his flock of baa-baas that "333 does NOT stand for the Holy Trinity". And claims that someone is "saturating the psychic airwaves" with the number and care to take a wild guess just who might be the culprits responsible for this? Oh noooo, not I, said the canary-stuffed kitty, whose own rendering of the Triptrigram was pulled straight from this site (or possibly my other one) and used to "warn all" of its danger. I laugh at this STILL and I've read it again and again; I only wish they didn't totally speak utter lies: CHORONZON EXTERMINATES ENTROPY. ENTROPY IS NOT, I REPEAT, NOT CHAOS, it is the most pernicious order: stillness-overstilled, unchanging, status-quo, unmovement, stagnancy, all that is what CHORONZON exists to keep in check, you FOOLISH TWIRPS. I would link to their site directly but then they might take it down, and we wouldn't want that, would we? So I grab-and-slapped the entire page onto a blank one here and if they complain, well, they won't. They did it themselves. I guess it's okay to break that "don't steal" commandment if it is stealing from people who wuuurrrrship thuh deeeevvullll. I only wish these maroons would quit constantly playing CHORONZON up to be either Beelzebub, or worse, a simpering minion thereof. GET THIS STRAIGHT. He IS NOT SATAN, nor EVEN slightly Satanic, being that he's so fervently anti-Yahwist that the allies of that godform are not appreciated, either, and Satan is and always WAS a pal of the so-called big guy, and Allah is just a clone of Yahweh, created by same, to lure those with certain linguistic and cultural differences into patterns of endless violence that all three of these horrid sadists can enjoy. Talk about an UNholy trinity. But they can't have the 333. That is OURS. Our Lord of Hallucinations won't let THEM have it, even IF hell freezes over. (It would be, too, if CHORONZON gets annoyed enough with the shenanigans of the false Prince of Darkness and Supreme Lieutenant Narc For Yahwallah Inc. - and don't think he wouldn't. ) Another error: CHORONZON is said to be female here. He DOES have a female FORM, naturally, how else to seduce and delight they that get off on the form of Woman? But spell it right. The feminine aspect is XARONZON. I am so tempted to write to these guys and I have to control myself and hold off, so that I can still mock them properly, and so that everyone who views that page will, um, be viewed. That Triptrigram icon has Eyes and they see ALL. So watch it, sheeple. Stare it down while it stares you up...

MORE AKOLASIATIC DRIBBLINGS SOON CHORONZON and Annunciator are assembling this pile as you read this. But since broken pages suck, this message appears where the crap that had been here on this page I'm plundering - the upstairs Grinnoire page, with different textures, because it looks good and because we're too busy a) making Effect Affect, b) riding current, and c) spinning the ROTA wheel and thus didn't want to dither about building a WHOLE NEW DESIGN just for this basically here for two things...as mock-fodder...and proof we're not indoctriating anyone and thus would hide your eyes from opinions Not Like Our Own. Go do something revolutionary or at least truly satisfying or useful, and come back tomorrow or Friday or 2007 or something, and remember to watch those very dubious stairs. If you should happen to fall through them while C. and DMT are off surfing vortices or something, we aren't going to be able to hear you shouting, so you'll just have to hang there until we get back, and hope that's not a hurricane we're surfing. (It just might be. So be patient.)