11/11/22
THE FINAL BOOK OF THE STORY OF US ALL PROJECT,
FAUST
AVAILABLE IN THREE FORMATS:
CLICK HERE FOR THE HARDCOVER EDITION
CLICK HERE FOR THE PAPERBACK
CLICK HERE FOR THE KINDLE
Have you ever thought you were chained in servitude to a higher power which you would rather not serve? One which made you suffer, one which was jealous of every single being in existence, was so insecure, so psychologically unstable, so unreasonable, that it created a Spiritual Dictatorship, wherein we all had to go on our knees in submission to this insecure Daddy in the Sky? Could this possibly be God Himself? The God of The Bible, Torah, Koran, and countless other belief systems that choose to oppress mankind (capitalist consumer materialist society being the dominant current BS - Belief System included) could very well be emanations of this Metaphysical Dictator.
This is what Faust believes, the Faust in this latest version of the Faustian myth, which was released today, 11/11/22. Rather than framing the narrative of Faust as being a tragedy of Pride, this take reverses the philosophical import of the legend into an Agnostic-Gnostic Luciferian Drama of Liberation, or at least the Pursuit of that Liberation.
Follow Faust and Mephistopheles as they go on one adventure after another, most importantly a romance which Faust throws himself into with a young woman named Margaret, as Faust and Mephistopheles try to see who will win their bet: liberation from The Lord of Lies or submission to Him.
The novel was first found within The Story of Us All Trilogy, Book One: Black (2018), Book Two: White (2021), and Book Three: Red (2022). The story was told episodically with two other narratives, both of which were released as separate novels as well - Parzival on 9/11/22 and The Divine Chaos on 10/11/22.
The book is dedicated to Eric Fiazi, the artist whose paintings have adorned all my books and to whom I am forever grateful for not only allowing me to use his masterpieces for my work, but being the mentor and dear friend which he was. A more detailed memorial is found within the beginning of the novel.
A sample from the book is below is red:
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Two days later ... Faust was on one of his walks in town. ... He enjoyed his walks through the streets of Wittenberg ... observing the townsfolk ... caught up in their daily routines. ... He would observe the particulars of individuals ... see into their hearts ... see their hopes ... their fears ... their anxieties ... their preoccupations ... their joys ... their trifles ... their dramas ... their boredom ... their longings ... their jealousies ... their contentment ... and in all these ways ... thought of how the Soma would transform them. ... How much would they truly change? ... How different would they be? ... In all honesty ... not that different. ... How different was he? ... How much had he ... Faust ... changed? ... Being honest with himself ... not enormously. ... But there was a difference. ... He was oppressed by his fears ... anxieties ... trifles ... anger ... jealousy ... far ... far less. ... He could tell. ... And with the passage of time ... he could tell it was not just fleeting moments ... it was real. ... But Lucifer was right ... this difference ... this transformation ... could not be strengthened ... developed ... enlarged within Faust ... on his own. ... He needed others. ... Just as with all these people he saw before him in town ... they too could only grow ... develop ... transform ... with each other ... not on their own. ... The most Faust could hope for is the beginning ... spreading the first seeds. ... Would he live long enough for it’s flowering? ... Time will only tell. ... Speaking of time ... it had been two days since he saw Margaret. ... She did not show up the following day as she promised. ... Something may have happened to prevent her ... it must have. ... But what? ... Faust wished Mephistopheles would show up so he could let him know. ... Mephistopheles must know. ... Then ... to speak of the devil ...
- Speak of the devil ... Faust said as Mephistopheles came towards him from down the street. ... My good friend! ... You come with news! ... Good news I hope!
- Bei aller verschmahten Liebe! ... Beim hollischen Elemente! ... Ich wollt ... ich wuBte Argers ... daB ich’s fluchen Konnte!
- That bad, eh?
- Yes!
- Well I hope Margaret is ok.
- She’s fine.
- Ok good. ... So what’s wrong? ... What happened?
- You won the bet.
- I did?
- Yes.
- Which one?
- The one about the necklace of course.
- Ha ha ha ha ha! ... I told you! ... You need to learn a few things from me ... my friend.
- No ... never. ... You’ll never be my teacher in anything. ... Teach your students your lies ... not me.
- Seems you could use my guidance.
- So shall we go now to Rome to do your little prank? ... Let’s get it over with.
- Wait ... wait. ... I want to know what happened.
- The jeweled necklace I gave to you to give to Margaret ... a local pastor around here took them!
- Well let’s go get them back.
- No ... they were given to him.
- Given? ... By Margaret?
- No ... her mother. ... The mother sees her wearing the necklace in the house ... and gets in a huff and a puff and a shudder ... she has a nose to smell things out ... in Lutheran prayerbooks she keeps her snout ... a whiff of anything makes plain whether it’s holy or profane.
- Oh but it was Holy ... a Holy object for a Holy Woman.
- Faust ... Mephistopheles said as he leered at him ... so she sniffed the jewelry like a rat ... and knew no blessings came with that. ... My child ... she cried ... ill-gotten wealth will soil your soul ... and spoil your health! ... We’ll give it to the Church ... and later get a Heavenly Reward! ... Poor Margaret went into a pout ... with her mother following ... and inquiring ... as to where she received such expensive jewels. ... Indeed nothing like it seemed to come from Germany ... nor Europe ... however little she knew of these things.
- I knew all this would happen.
- Will you let me finish? ... I was going to brisk you away to Our Earthly Representative of The Lord in Rome ... but you wanted the story ... didn’t you?
- I did and do indeed.
- So as I was saying ... her mother wanted to know where she got it from. ... At first Margaret told she found it somewhere ... no one gave it to her. ... Her mother ...not only being able to sniff out the holiness or unholiness of jewelry ... could also tell when her daughter was lying ... and your poor girl ... Margaret ... is not a good liar.
- Good! ... I’m glad she’s not. ... Even more reason to make her mine!
- So her mother pushed and pushed ...
- Physically pushed?
- No ... no ... no. ... Just inquired ... manipulated ... did what all good mothers do ... psychologically twist their children’s arms. ... Eventually ... the mother got out of Margaret the truth ... and told her how she met you ... and you gave it to her.
- She told her mother my name?
- No. ... She just said a kind ... older ... respectable gentleman gave it to her. ... Her mother then ... forbade her to see you. ... Ever.
- What a cruel ... sour ... wretched woman. ... Probably was never loved in her life. ... Damn Lutherans.
- And so ... of course ... Margaret’s pouting turned into loud sobs ... powerful rush and flowing of tears. ... This girl loves you, Faust.
- I know ... and I love her.
- But the worst part is the ending of my tale.
- Oh?
- The mother ... unable to stand hearing her daughter’s crying ... rushed to the Church ... went to the first pastor she could find. ... The pastor drooled over the jeweled necklace ... then told the mother her instincts were quite right. ... Who overcomes oneself will win, as the saying goes he told her. ... The Church ... whether it’s the Lutherans or the Catholics doesn’t matter. ... The Church has a superb digestion ... whole countries they’ve gobbled up ... but it never is too full to sup. ... The Church alone has the good health for stomaching ill-gotten wealth.
- This has really upset you.
- So the pastor grabbed the necklace ... like toadstools or some worthless things ... and did not even thank the mother ... acting as if it was some nuts or some such mess ... and he promised them plenty after they died ... and they were edified.
- But you know The Church ... like you said ... it doesn’t matter which one ... Luther’s sheep or the Pope’s sheep ... they do this all the time. ... And anyway ... lying ... illusions ... trickery ... shape-shifting ... falsity ... that’s your Game ... and your master’s game too. ... He is The Lord of Illusion. ... I would have thought you would’ve given this Pastor chap a pat on the back! ... Job well done! ... I thought this was your kind of man.
- He is ... or I shall say ... was.
- Was?
- He showed such promise ... he was excellent even at a young age ... in his youth he excelled at tricking his peers ... and teachers too ... at school ... his family at home. ... Then once he left the Holy Roman Catholic Church ... and joined Luther’s Lunacy ... three years ago ... he changed. ... He no longer viewed his trickery as trickery. ... He actually started to believe in his own hogwash ... and so he still does to this day.
- To me, Mephistopheles ... it doesn’t matter whether someone uses their hogwash to trick others but not themselves ... or those who trick not only others with their hogwash but also themselves. ... Both lead people astray ... either both the leader and his flock ... or just the flock. ... And then again ... those who don’t believe in their own hogwash are still fooling themselves anyway. ... They believe in that oh so holy shrine ... Cynicism.
- That is a Holy Shrine ... better you believe it, Faust. ... It’s My Holy Shrine ... and when people turn their backs to it ... as this pastor did ... it truly upsets me beyond words.
- I suppose you lump me in with people like the pastor ... a believer in his own hogwash.
- Of course I do. ... Though I do not have anger towards you like the pastor and his kind ... you were never a believer in the true value of cynicism. ... You’ve always been a stupid idealist.
- Ha ha ha ha! ... Very well. ... Now this is important ... this distinction ... because this is what differentiates you from your Master. ... Choronzon is The Ultimate Believer in His Own Hogwash. ... He wants to believe he is The Lord God ... The God of all others ... The Master to Everyone.
- That he does ... and yes you are correct ... that is what differentiates us. ... Mostly ... although he does take great pleasure in cynicism and trickery.
- I know that too. ... But enough of this. ... Back to more important matters ... Margaret ... my love.
- Oh yes her. ... Not sure why I’m reminding you ... but what about our bet? ... Your reward with the Pope.
- Forget it. ... I have no interest in that. ... I was saying it more out of fun.
- If I had won ... I would have forced you to do my demand.
- Well that’s the cynic in you I suppose? ... A sore loser even in winning?
- We’ll see who wins in the end, Faust.
- Very true ... my fiend. ... Faust said with a smile. ... Very true. ... And with that ... I’ll have no more use of your tricks in helping me to woo my Margaret. ... I do appreciate your help up to this point ... going to the witch and putting that spell on Margaret. ... That was quite effective. ... But that necklace idea was a flop.
- Only because of that wretched Lutheran mother of hers.
- Certainly. ... As I warned you.
- No need to rub it in, Faust.
- Of course. ... But let me take it from here.
- If you wish. ... What do you plan to do?
- Oh yes ... one more thing I will need from you.
- What’s that?
- Tell me where she lives.
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THE FINAL BOOK OF THE STORY OF US ALL PROJECT,
FAUST
AVAILABLE IN THREE FORMATS:
CLICK HERE FOR THE HARDCOVER EDITION
CLICK HERE FOR THE PAPERBACK
CLICK HERE FOR THE KINDLE
Have you ever thought you were chained in servitude to a higher power which you would rather not serve? One which made you suffer, one which was jealous of every single being in existence, was so insecure, so psychologically unstable, so unreasonable, that it created a Spiritual Dictatorship, wherein we all had to go on our knees in submission to this insecure Daddy in the Sky? Could this possibly be God Himself? The God of The Bible, Torah, Koran, and countless other belief systems that choose to oppress mankind (capitalist consumer materialist society being the dominant current BS - Belief System included) could very well be emanations of this Metaphysical Dictator.
This is what Faust believes, the Faust in this latest version of the Faustian myth, which was released today, 11/11/22. Rather than framing the narrative of Faust as being a tragedy of Pride, this take reverses the philosophical import of the legend into an Agnostic-Gnostic Luciferian Drama of Liberation, or at least the Pursuit of that Liberation.
Follow Faust and Mephistopheles as they go on one adventure after another, most importantly a romance which Faust throws himself into with a young woman named Margaret, as Faust and Mephistopheles try to see who will win their bet: liberation from The Lord of Lies or submission to Him.
The novel was first found within The Story of Us All Trilogy, Book One: Black (2018), Book Two: White (2021), and Book Three: Red (2022). The story was told episodically with two other narratives, both of which were released as separate novels as well - Parzival on 9/11/22 and The Divine Chaos on 10/11/22.
The book is dedicated to Eric Fiazi, the artist whose paintings have adorned all my books and to whom I am forever grateful for not only allowing me to use his masterpieces for my work, but being the mentor and dear friend which he was. A more detailed memorial is found within the beginning of the novel.
A sample from the book is below is red:
*
Two days later ... Faust was on one of his walks in town. ... He enjoyed his walks through the streets of Wittenberg ... observing the townsfolk ... caught up in their daily routines. ... He would observe the particulars of individuals ... see into their hearts ... see their hopes ... their fears ... their anxieties ... their preoccupations ... their joys ... their trifles ... their dramas ... their boredom ... their longings ... their jealousies ... their contentment ... and in all these ways ... thought of how the Soma would transform them. ... How much would they truly change? ... How different would they be? ... In all honesty ... not that different. ... How different was he? ... How much had he ... Faust ... changed? ... Being honest with himself ... not enormously. ... But there was a difference. ... He was oppressed by his fears ... anxieties ... trifles ... anger ... jealousy ... far ... far less. ... He could tell. ... And with the passage of time ... he could tell it was not just fleeting moments ... it was real. ... But Lucifer was right ... this difference ... this transformation ... could not be strengthened ... developed ... enlarged within Faust ... on his own. ... He needed others. ... Just as with all these people he saw before him in town ... they too could only grow ... develop ... transform ... with each other ... not on their own. ... The most Faust could hope for is the beginning ... spreading the first seeds. ... Would he live long enough for it’s flowering? ... Time will only tell. ... Speaking of time ... it had been two days since he saw Margaret. ... She did not show up the following day as she promised. ... Something may have happened to prevent her ... it must have. ... But what? ... Faust wished Mephistopheles would show up so he could let him know. ... Mephistopheles must know. ... Then ... to speak of the devil ...
- Speak of the devil ... Faust said as Mephistopheles came towards him from down the street. ... My good friend! ... You come with news! ... Good news I hope!
- Bei aller verschmahten Liebe! ... Beim hollischen Elemente! ... Ich wollt ... ich wuBte Argers ... daB ich’s fluchen Konnte!
- That bad, eh?
- Yes!
- Well I hope Margaret is ok.
- She’s fine.
- Ok good. ... So what’s wrong? ... What happened?
- You won the bet.
- I did?
- Yes.
- Which one?
- The one about the necklace of course.
- Ha ha ha ha ha! ... I told you! ... You need to learn a few things from me ... my friend.
- No ... never. ... You’ll never be my teacher in anything. ... Teach your students your lies ... not me.
- Seems you could use my guidance.
- So shall we go now to Rome to do your little prank? ... Let’s get it over with.
- Wait ... wait. ... I want to know what happened.
- The jeweled necklace I gave to you to give to Margaret ... a local pastor around here took them!
- Well let’s go get them back.
- No ... they were given to him.
- Given? ... By Margaret?
- No ... her mother. ... The mother sees her wearing the necklace in the house ... and gets in a huff and a puff and a shudder ... she has a nose to smell things out ... in Lutheran prayerbooks she keeps her snout ... a whiff of anything makes plain whether it’s holy or profane.
- Oh but it was Holy ... a Holy object for a Holy Woman.
- Faust ... Mephistopheles said as he leered at him ... so she sniffed the jewelry like a rat ... and knew no blessings came with that. ... My child ... she cried ... ill-gotten wealth will soil your soul ... and spoil your health! ... We’ll give it to the Church ... and later get a Heavenly Reward! ... Poor Margaret went into a pout ... with her mother following ... and inquiring ... as to where she received such expensive jewels. ... Indeed nothing like it seemed to come from Germany ... nor Europe ... however little she knew of these things.
- I knew all this would happen.
- Will you let me finish? ... I was going to brisk you away to Our Earthly Representative of The Lord in Rome ... but you wanted the story ... didn’t you?
- I did and do indeed.
- So as I was saying ... her mother wanted to know where she got it from. ... At first Margaret told she found it somewhere ... no one gave it to her. ... Her mother ...not only being able to sniff out the holiness or unholiness of jewelry ... could also tell when her daughter was lying ... and your poor girl ... Margaret ... is not a good liar.
- Good! ... I’m glad she’s not. ... Even more reason to make her mine!
- So her mother pushed and pushed ...
- Physically pushed?
- No ... no ... no. ... Just inquired ... manipulated ... did what all good mothers do ... psychologically twist their children’s arms. ... Eventually ... the mother got out of Margaret the truth ... and told her how she met you ... and you gave it to her.
- She told her mother my name?
- No. ... She just said a kind ... older ... respectable gentleman gave it to her. ... Her mother then ... forbade her to see you. ... Ever.
- What a cruel ... sour ... wretched woman. ... Probably was never loved in her life. ... Damn Lutherans.
- And so ... of course ... Margaret’s pouting turned into loud sobs ... powerful rush and flowing of tears. ... This girl loves you, Faust.
- I know ... and I love her.
- But the worst part is the ending of my tale.
- Oh?
- The mother ... unable to stand hearing her daughter’s crying ... rushed to the Church ... went to the first pastor she could find. ... The pastor drooled over the jeweled necklace ... then told the mother her instincts were quite right. ... Who overcomes oneself will win, as the saying goes he told her. ... The Church ... whether it’s the Lutherans or the Catholics doesn’t matter. ... The Church has a superb digestion ... whole countries they’ve gobbled up ... but it never is too full to sup. ... The Church alone has the good health for stomaching ill-gotten wealth.
- This has really upset you.
- So the pastor grabbed the necklace ... like toadstools or some worthless things ... and did not even thank the mother ... acting as if it was some nuts or some such mess ... and he promised them plenty after they died ... and they were edified.
- But you know The Church ... like you said ... it doesn’t matter which one ... Luther’s sheep or the Pope’s sheep ... they do this all the time. ... And anyway ... lying ... illusions ... trickery ... shape-shifting ... falsity ... that’s your Game ... and your master’s game too. ... He is The Lord of Illusion. ... I would have thought you would’ve given this Pastor chap a pat on the back! ... Job well done! ... I thought this was your kind of man.
- He is ... or I shall say ... was.
- Was?
- He showed such promise ... he was excellent even at a young age ... in his youth he excelled at tricking his peers ... and teachers too ... at school ... his family at home. ... Then once he left the Holy Roman Catholic Church ... and joined Luther’s Lunacy ... three years ago ... he changed. ... He no longer viewed his trickery as trickery. ... He actually started to believe in his own hogwash ... and so he still does to this day.
- To me, Mephistopheles ... it doesn’t matter whether someone uses their hogwash to trick others but not themselves ... or those who trick not only others with their hogwash but also themselves. ... Both lead people astray ... either both the leader and his flock ... or just the flock. ... And then again ... those who don’t believe in their own hogwash are still fooling themselves anyway. ... They believe in that oh so holy shrine ... Cynicism.
- That is a Holy Shrine ... better you believe it, Faust. ... It’s My Holy Shrine ... and when people turn their backs to it ... as this pastor did ... it truly upsets me beyond words.
- I suppose you lump me in with people like the pastor ... a believer in his own hogwash.
- Of course I do. ... Though I do not have anger towards you like the pastor and his kind ... you were never a believer in the true value of cynicism. ... You’ve always been a stupid idealist.
- Ha ha ha ha! ... Very well. ... Now this is important ... this distinction ... because this is what differentiates you from your Master. ... Choronzon is The Ultimate Believer in His Own Hogwash. ... He wants to believe he is The Lord God ... The God of all others ... The Master to Everyone.
- That he does ... and yes you are correct ... that is what differentiates us. ... Mostly ... although he does take great pleasure in cynicism and trickery.
- I know that too. ... But enough of this. ... Back to more important matters ... Margaret ... my love.
- Oh yes her. ... Not sure why I’m reminding you ... but what about our bet? ... Your reward with the Pope.
- Forget it. ... I have no interest in that. ... I was saying it more out of fun.
- If I had won ... I would have forced you to do my demand.
- Well that’s the cynic in you I suppose? ... A sore loser even in winning?
- We’ll see who wins in the end, Faust.
- Very true ... my fiend. ... Faust said with a smile. ... Very true. ... And with that ... I’ll have no more use of your tricks in helping me to woo my Margaret. ... I do appreciate your help up to this point ... going to the witch and putting that spell on Margaret. ... That was quite effective. ... But that necklace idea was a flop.
- Only because of that wretched Lutheran mother of hers.
- Certainly. ... As I warned you.
- No need to rub it in, Faust.
- Of course. ... But let me take it from here.
- If you wish. ... What do you plan to do?
- Oh yes ... one more thing I will need from you.
- What’s that?
- Tell me where she lives.
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