Crossing the Abyss…
There is no being in the outermost Abyss, but constant forms come forth from the nothingness of it.
Then the Devil of the Aethyr, that mighty devil Choronzon, crieth aloud, Zazas, Zazas, Nasatanada Zasas.
I am the Master of Form, and from me all forms proceed.
I am I. I have shut myself up from the spendthrifts, my gold is safe in my treasure-chamber, and I have made every living thing my concubine, and none shall touch them, save only I. And yet I am scorched, even while I shiver in the wind. He hateth me and tormenteth me. He would have stolen me from myself, but I shut myself up and mock at him, even while he plagueth me. From me come leprosy and pox and plague and cancer and cholera and the falling sickness. Ah! I will reach up to the knees of the Most High, and tear his phallus with my teeth, and I will bray his testicles in a mortar, and make poison thereof, to slay the sons of men.
They have called me the God of laughter, and I laugh when I will slay.
Choronzon hath no form, because he is the maker of all form; and so rapidly he changeth from one to the other as he may best think fit to seduce those whom he hateth, the servants of the Most High.
Thus taketh he the form of a beautiful woman, or of a wise and holy man, or of a serpent that writheth upon the earth ready to sting.
And, because he is himself, therefore he is no self; the terror of darkness, and the blindness of night, and the deafness of the adder, and the tastelessness of stale and stagnant water, and the black fire of hatred, and the udders of the Cat of slime; not one thing, but many things…
From The Vision & The Voice.
“They have called me the God of laughter, and I laugh when I will slay.”
That is so you.
“and I have made every living thing my concubine”… ownership?
Yes, in a sense. Choronzon is inside each and every one of us, so in a very real sense he IS us. Oooh, you’ve been reading my blog!
Choronzon sure has made me his concubine.
And that is a very, very good thing, for this girl. This 10th Aethyr thing, that was just Vic Neuberg giving him (it) crap. The Abyssnik makes a very fun and funny guide, if you don’t just go at it like it’s some video game and he’s supposed to be the boss. Then you wave your little magick knife, it shrinks back and you go on to the next level…this time, ZIP. or zoe-de-pay, I forget which is right.
This is Choronzon’s centennial. I’m already having a startlingly good year. The xenodimensional affair that I can’t seem to stop enjoying started getting even better, RIGHT as the year changed.
I can’t deal with having a human lover right now. Choronzon is sort of my “mate” and protector in the otherverses. Sure is neat to have a shape shifting thing teach me how to do esoteric metasexual hijinks. It used to be GOOD, but suddenly, it got BETTER. And I have no clue why. Who cares?
Throwing little vortexes off the coils of the king of the aethyrserpents….get thee to the gash in the earth, and may the elements and the forces push/pull me to get closer and closer to the Voidoid Abyssnik.
I have to go to bed now, and so the risen demon, and his wingnut paramour are going to go roll lightning zags on my skin and breathe joy in one another’s beings.
This is totally nonsense, or would be, if it weren’t for the fact that it’s true.
I note that this year my Google analytic charts, which report to me every blog that mentions my chaotic master, it appears that in the past two months, Choronzon is being talked about more than three times any month in prior years…The pseudoavatar face of the enigmatic nothingness-of-somethingness winks and smiles. He’s so almost-real, it almost casts a shadow.
I could do worse. Though 20 years ago, Choronzon was not as great in this role. I had to get used to it. But it paid off….
;-D