THE DIVINE CHAOS
NEWLY RELEASED AS OF OCTOBER 11, 2022
CLICK HERE FOR THE HARDCOVER AND PAPERBACK EDITIONS
CLICK HERE FOR THE KINDLE VERSION
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The Divine Chaos is the tale of the autobiographical Pilgrim - Black, White, Red - and his journey through a realm of dead souls, The Divine Chaos, with Austin Osman Spare as his guide. It was first found in The Story of Us All Trilogy, books one, Black, two, White, and three, Red. The story, like the other two tales found within the Story of Us All, is an inversion of classic literature, in this case Dante's 14th century Divine Comedy.
In this retelling, set in both a modern and surreal setting, it follows the adventures of Black/White/Red and Spare in their search for The Eye, through the bizarre and the real, the personal and the mythical, the psychological and the philosophical, emotional complexity with moral ambiguity. For in this inversion of Dante's 14th century Christian vision, past prejudices of what is right and what is wrong is turned on its head, but all the while exploring the personal psycho-drama of the lead character.
The Personal and the Universal combine, like in Dante's Divine Comedy, to create a Union for the benefit of Truth, however different the Truth found within The Divine Chaos is from Dante's tale.
Below is a sample from the book and below the text is the painting, Forest People, is by the great Eric Fiazi, used for the cover to the book.
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CHAPTER THREE.
THROUGH THE GATES.
You will be judged … you will not be judged … ill will … will ill you … judge not lest you be judged … jug comes for those that judge … lest you jug … yet judge. … For those that believe in The Last Judgment … judgment is everywhere. … Yet here in the Divine Chaos … there is judgment … yet no judgment. … There is Good … there is Bad. … There is Neither. … Definitions abound … yet do not exist. … Chaos perplexes … because Chaos is Perception … the human mind is limited. … My Growth of the Self was happening … because of Austin Spare’s guidance … I could see things … could see myself better … could see where I was better … now I knew … better. … After Spare shook me out of my self-doubt … he bade me follow him further into The Dark Woods. … I don’t know if it was because the sun was setting … or if we were entering a new terrain … but it began to become dimmer … darker … step by step … walking along the path … the dirty earth … or was it earth? … If we were not on earth could I call the dirt path I was walking on earth? … I don’t know … but Spare seemed to know where he was going … I should most definitely follow him … which I whole-heartedly did. … Soon ... we came to a gate up ahead … a large iron gate … rusted iron … metallic … closer … closer we came to it. … As we came closer to the gate … I could see that it had words inscribed on it …
I AM THE WAY TO THE DELIGHTFUL DOLEFUL CITY
I AM THE WAY TO PLEASURE AND PAIN
I AM THE WAY TO THE FIXED NOT FIXED
NOTHING IT WAS THAT DROVE THE DIVINE CREATOR
NO-THING CREATED EVERYTHING
THE MALE CHAOS
THE FEMALE BABALON
THEIR CHILDREN POPULATE EXISTENCE
LUCIFER AND CHORONZON ETERNALLY AT WAR
YET NOT ETERNAL
THIS REALM IS PLEASURE AND PAIN
THE GOOD NOT GOOD
THE BAD NOT BAD
ABANDON ALL HOPE
DO NOT GIVE UP HOPE
ALL YOU WHO ENTER.
As I read it … I noticed a strange feeling overcome me … fear and trembling … my heart raced … yet I was at the same time comforted … I felt anxious … yet at peace. … I began sweating … then the sweating went away. … The air heated my body … then cooled it. … I looked to Spare …
-What does it mean? I asked him.
-I think you know what it means.
-I do?
-Yes. … But no matter. … You will find out the significance more through your journey.
Spare took steps towards the gate … walked through … I followed him … the dirt path became harder … became more like concrete … pavement … turned colder … made my feet tingle … like electricity was going through my toes … a chill wind blew through my hair … brushed past my face … over my body … as we walked further in. … It was darkness on the other side of the gate … complete darkness … My heart sank in fear … I didn’t know where we were going … I couldn’t see anything … I didn’t know if there was anything solid nearby. … I wanted to ask Spare why I couldn’t see anything … but I didn’t want to annoy him with questions either … so I remained silent … silently followed him … my heart thumping away in expectation. … There was just enough light for me to see him in front of me … just enough light for me to see the path below my feet … a few yards in front of me where Spare was walking. … As we continued to walk in the darkness … I heard noises … in the distance … the noises travelling through the darkness … sighs … cries … shrieks of lamentation … anguish … but also mixed with laughter … delightful laughter … joy … pleasure … I heard women’s moans … sometimes the moaning sounded like the women were in agony … other times the moaning sounded erotic … orgasmic … the women’s pleasurable moaning began to turn me on … I was embarrassed about that … raucous groans … moans … of women cumming … orgasm after orgasm … other noises could be heard … clasping of hands … thumping on the ground … movement … raising a whirling storm that I couldn’t see … only hear … a whirling storm that turns itself forever through the air of endless black … like grains of sand swirling when a whirlwind blows. … I continued following Spare through the darkness while I heard these sounds … I didn’t want to pester him with questions … but I had to ask …
-Spare … what are those noises? … What’s going on? … Why are we walking in darkness … can’t see anything … but hear those people making those sounds?
-They are the noises of those in life who could not choose … those that closed the vaults on their life so to speak … those that also took pleasure in not participating in the merry go round of political action … or religious beliefs. … Those that both had the courage to not budge and join sides … those that lacked the courage to join sides and participate in life’s dance.
-So those women’s voices who sound … like they are having an orgasm … those women took pleasure in not getting involved in life? … Of finding strength in not falling for the game of politics and religion?
-Correct.
-Those voices which sound like they’re in anguish … tormented … they are those who were pained by their indecision … their lack of involvement in life?
-Correct once again. … You are learning quickly, Black.
We continued walking along the path in the darkness … with the same noises getting louder … louder … as if we were coming closer to it … as the noises became louder … the darkness gave way … rocks … boulders appeared on the sides of the path … craggy rocks jutting in different directions … reaching up … up … the rocks reached up high … then as we took a turn around a set of boulders … we saw a flat field … a plain of grey grass … the field seemed to stretch out for a great distance … no bushes … no trees … just grey colored grass everywhere. … A long, tall banner … with no one holding it … was in the air … floating on its own … rushing in various directions … the banner was grey … behind the banner as it was rushing all over the grassy field … there was a throng of people running behind the banner … naked women and men … some old … some young … of all ethnic backgrounds … they were all running together … their naked sweaty bodies running after the banner … some of the people seemed happy … like they were enjoying the run … enjoyed being with the others … some flirted with each other … while others were crying … some were tormented by the running … felt it was not something they wanted to do … as if they were being forced to do this … that running after the banner with the others was a form of punishment … some argued with each other … some claiming that they were indeed punished to do this … while others defended the activity … saying it was a reward … neither side could convince the other … some women were pleasuring themselves as they ran … these were the women who were having orgasms as they ran … others beat themselves … slapped their own faces … as they all continued to race around the flat grassy field together … chasing after the banner. … I looked closer to the people … closer to the banner … couldn’t see any words written on it … it appeared to be a blank, grey banner. … The people … most I didn’t recognize … but as I was looking at them … I began to wonder if I would see people I knew or knew of in life … either here or in some other realm of the dead … for Spare did say this was the land of the dead. … Would I end up coming across someone I knew personally? … Perhaps. … Just then … I did recognize someone … a few people actually. … At first I thought I must be mistaken. … Then looking longer … closer … I realized they were people I had come across in life.
NEWLY RELEASED AS OF OCTOBER 11, 2022
CLICK HERE FOR THE HARDCOVER AND PAPERBACK EDITIONS
CLICK HERE FOR THE KINDLE VERSION
*
The Divine Chaos is the tale of the autobiographical Pilgrim - Black, White, Red - and his journey through a realm of dead souls, The Divine Chaos, with Austin Osman Spare as his guide. It was first found in The Story of Us All Trilogy, books one, Black, two, White, and three, Red. The story, like the other two tales found within the Story of Us All, is an inversion of classic literature, in this case Dante's 14th century Divine Comedy.
In this retelling, set in both a modern and surreal setting, it follows the adventures of Black/White/Red and Spare in their search for The Eye, through the bizarre and the real, the personal and the mythical, the psychological and the philosophical, emotional complexity with moral ambiguity. For in this inversion of Dante's 14th century Christian vision, past prejudices of what is right and what is wrong is turned on its head, but all the while exploring the personal psycho-drama of the lead character.
The Personal and the Universal combine, like in Dante's Divine Comedy, to create a Union for the benefit of Truth, however different the Truth found within The Divine Chaos is from Dante's tale.
Below is a sample from the book and below the text is the painting, Forest People, is by the great Eric Fiazi, used for the cover to the book.
*
CHAPTER THREE.
THROUGH THE GATES.
You will be judged … you will not be judged … ill will … will ill you … judge not lest you be judged … jug comes for those that judge … lest you jug … yet judge. … For those that believe in The Last Judgment … judgment is everywhere. … Yet here in the Divine Chaos … there is judgment … yet no judgment. … There is Good … there is Bad. … There is Neither. … Definitions abound … yet do not exist. … Chaos perplexes … because Chaos is Perception … the human mind is limited. … My Growth of the Self was happening … because of Austin Spare’s guidance … I could see things … could see myself better … could see where I was better … now I knew … better. … After Spare shook me out of my self-doubt … he bade me follow him further into The Dark Woods. … I don’t know if it was because the sun was setting … or if we were entering a new terrain … but it began to become dimmer … darker … step by step … walking along the path … the dirty earth … or was it earth? … If we were not on earth could I call the dirt path I was walking on earth? … I don’t know … but Spare seemed to know where he was going … I should most definitely follow him … which I whole-heartedly did. … Soon ... we came to a gate up ahead … a large iron gate … rusted iron … metallic … closer … closer we came to it. … As we came closer to the gate … I could see that it had words inscribed on it …
I AM THE WAY TO THE DELIGHTFUL DOLEFUL CITY
I AM THE WAY TO PLEASURE AND PAIN
I AM THE WAY TO THE FIXED NOT FIXED
NOTHING IT WAS THAT DROVE THE DIVINE CREATOR
NO-THING CREATED EVERYTHING
THE MALE CHAOS
THE FEMALE BABALON
THEIR CHILDREN POPULATE EXISTENCE
LUCIFER AND CHORONZON ETERNALLY AT WAR
YET NOT ETERNAL
THIS REALM IS PLEASURE AND PAIN
THE GOOD NOT GOOD
THE BAD NOT BAD
ABANDON ALL HOPE
DO NOT GIVE UP HOPE
ALL YOU WHO ENTER.
As I read it … I noticed a strange feeling overcome me … fear and trembling … my heart raced … yet I was at the same time comforted … I felt anxious … yet at peace. … I began sweating … then the sweating went away. … The air heated my body … then cooled it. … I looked to Spare …
-What does it mean? I asked him.
-I think you know what it means.
-I do?
-Yes. … But no matter. … You will find out the significance more through your journey.
Spare took steps towards the gate … walked through … I followed him … the dirt path became harder … became more like concrete … pavement … turned colder … made my feet tingle … like electricity was going through my toes … a chill wind blew through my hair … brushed past my face … over my body … as we walked further in. … It was darkness on the other side of the gate … complete darkness … My heart sank in fear … I didn’t know where we were going … I couldn’t see anything … I didn’t know if there was anything solid nearby. … I wanted to ask Spare why I couldn’t see anything … but I didn’t want to annoy him with questions either … so I remained silent … silently followed him … my heart thumping away in expectation. … There was just enough light for me to see him in front of me … just enough light for me to see the path below my feet … a few yards in front of me where Spare was walking. … As we continued to walk in the darkness … I heard noises … in the distance … the noises travelling through the darkness … sighs … cries … shrieks of lamentation … anguish … but also mixed with laughter … delightful laughter … joy … pleasure … I heard women’s moans … sometimes the moaning sounded like the women were in agony … other times the moaning sounded erotic … orgasmic … the women’s pleasurable moaning began to turn me on … I was embarrassed about that … raucous groans … moans … of women cumming … orgasm after orgasm … other noises could be heard … clasping of hands … thumping on the ground … movement … raising a whirling storm that I couldn’t see … only hear … a whirling storm that turns itself forever through the air of endless black … like grains of sand swirling when a whirlwind blows. … I continued following Spare through the darkness while I heard these sounds … I didn’t want to pester him with questions … but I had to ask …
-Spare … what are those noises? … What’s going on? … Why are we walking in darkness … can’t see anything … but hear those people making those sounds?
-They are the noises of those in life who could not choose … those that closed the vaults on their life so to speak … those that also took pleasure in not participating in the merry go round of political action … or religious beliefs. … Those that both had the courage to not budge and join sides … those that lacked the courage to join sides and participate in life’s dance.
-So those women’s voices who sound … like they are having an orgasm … those women took pleasure in not getting involved in life? … Of finding strength in not falling for the game of politics and religion?
-Correct.
-Those voices which sound like they’re in anguish … tormented … they are those who were pained by their indecision … their lack of involvement in life?
-Correct once again. … You are learning quickly, Black.
We continued walking along the path in the darkness … with the same noises getting louder … louder … as if we were coming closer to it … as the noises became louder … the darkness gave way … rocks … boulders appeared on the sides of the path … craggy rocks jutting in different directions … reaching up … up … the rocks reached up high … then as we took a turn around a set of boulders … we saw a flat field … a plain of grey grass … the field seemed to stretch out for a great distance … no bushes … no trees … just grey colored grass everywhere. … A long, tall banner … with no one holding it … was in the air … floating on its own … rushing in various directions … the banner was grey … behind the banner as it was rushing all over the grassy field … there was a throng of people running behind the banner … naked women and men … some old … some young … of all ethnic backgrounds … they were all running together … their naked sweaty bodies running after the banner … some of the people seemed happy … like they were enjoying the run … enjoyed being with the others … some flirted with each other … while others were crying … some were tormented by the running … felt it was not something they wanted to do … as if they were being forced to do this … that running after the banner with the others was a form of punishment … some argued with each other … some claiming that they were indeed punished to do this … while others defended the activity … saying it was a reward … neither side could convince the other … some women were pleasuring themselves as they ran … these were the women who were having orgasms as they ran … others beat themselves … slapped their own faces … as they all continued to race around the flat grassy field together … chasing after the banner. … I looked closer to the people … closer to the banner … couldn’t see any words written on it … it appeared to be a blank, grey banner. … The people … most I didn’t recognize … but as I was looking at them … I began to wonder if I would see people I knew or knew of in life … either here or in some other realm of the dead … for Spare did say this was the land of the dead. … Would I end up coming across someone I knew personally? … Perhaps. … Just then … I did recognize someone … a few people actually. … At first I thought I must be mistaken. … Then looking longer … closer … I realized they were people I had come across in life.
