Opus IX: Abode of Chaos / Demeure du Chaos 1999-2013

“Why?” is the first question I have been
“Why?”
asked a thousand
is the first
times
question
by the
I have
visitors,
been
asked
stunned
a thousand
by the Abode
times
of
by
Chaos.
the visitors,
stunned by the Abode of Chaos.
The answer brings me back to the year 1999, as i found myself looking
once again for this gnostic world, after the golden calf was devoured
The during answer the great brings pagan me back feast to of the year last 1999, century. as i found myself looking
once again for this gnostic world, after the golden calf was devoured
during Experience the great one more pagan time feast this of terrible the last ordeal century. and transcend through
art to finally reach redemption. Rebirth through the very first dam­
Experience nation, this one insanity more we time received this terrible at birth ordeal like a and supreme transcend unction. through
art A maniacal to finally fury, reach my redemption. sulphurous Rebirth mistress through and her the mood very disorders, first damnation,
will once this again insanity be my we received accomplice. at birth like a supreme unction. A maniacal
fury, my sulphurous mistress and her mood disorders, will once
again She will be bring my accomplice. my quill to life, for me to write a very long story, that
emerges from the dawn of time, quenches its thirst in the Alchemical
She Chaos, will materia bring my prima quill of to this life, tragic for me and to write sumptuous a very XXI long Century, story, that and
emerges incarnates from itself the in dawn my flesh of time, and quenches creations and its thirst recover in the Alchemical
world of the
Chaos, Dwellings materia of the prima Philosophers. of this tragic The Great and sumptuous Work had to XXI be Century, accomplished, and
incarnates no matter what itself the in my price, flesh no and matter creations how loud and the recover beggars’s the world howl, of the the
Dwellings vindication of of the the Philosophers. men in black The or the Great moralists’s Work had anathema. to be accomplished, But many
no forgot matter that what since the price, beginnings no matter of law, how there loud is the no beggars’s crime nor howl, offence the
vindication when the accused of the is men in a in state black of or insanity the moralists’s or constrained anathema. by an But act many of
forgot God. that since the beginnings of law, there is no crime nor offence
when the accused is in a state of insanity or constrained by an act of
God. This dementia of artistic creation, the power of its creative madness
have since milleniums made it possible for mankind to build temples,
This catacombs, dementia mass of artistic graves, places creation, of genuflexion, the power of calvaries, its creative labyrinths, madness
have Golgotha, since oratories, milleniums via made crucis it sanctuaries, possible for mankind priories and to build cathedrals temples, of
catacombs, light. mass graves, places of genuflexion, calvaries, labyrinths,
Golgotha, oratories, via crucis sanctuaries, priories and cathedrals of
light. Each of these words, dear faithful Reader, describes the Abode of Chaos
and its dual aspect:the Spirit of the Salamander, the alchimic breath of
Each the Abode. of these words, dear faithful Reader, describes the Abode of Chaos
and its dual aspect:the Spirit of the Salamander, the alchimic breath of
the To your Abode. actual question, “why this darkness?” would therefore simply
answer: “when you see the darkness, rejoice for the Opus starts now...”
To your actual question, “why this darkness?” would therefore simply
answer:“ when you see the darkness, rejoice for the Opus starts now...”
thierry Ehrmann, Ehrmann, 9 december décembre 9, 1999
Mille fois la première question de mes
visiteurs abasourdis par la Demeure
du Chaos est “Pourquoi ?”
La réponse me replonge en 1999 quand, après avoir dévoré le veau d’or
dans le grand festin paganiste du siècle dernier, je cherchai à nouveau ce
monde gnostique.
Ma seule rédemption passait de nouveau par cette terrible épreuve, renaître
par ma damnation première, la démence que l’on reçoit comme
une onction suprême à la naissance pour se transcender dans l’art. Cette
fureur maniaque, ma sulfureuse maîtresse, sera de nouveau ma complice
avec ses troubles de l’humeur.
Elle donnera la vie à ma plume pour écrire une longue, une très longue
histoire qui naît de la nuit des temps, s’abreuve du chaos alchimique,
prima materia de ce XXI ème siècle tragique et somptueux pour s’incarner
dans ma chair et mes œuvres et retrouver le monde des demeures
philosophales.
Il fallait accomplir ce Grand Œuvre, quel qu’en soit le prix, le hurlement
des gueux, la vindicte des hommes en noir, l’anathème des moralistes.
Mais tous oubliaient que depuis la naissance du droit, il n’y a ni crime
ni délit lorsque le prévenu est en état de démence ou contraint par une
force majeure.
Cette démence de l’acte artistique, cette force majeure qu’est la folie
créatrice permet à l’homme depuis des millénaires de bâtir des temples,
des catacombes, des charniers, des lieux de génuflexion, des calvaires,
des labyrinthes, des Golgotha, des oratoires, des chemins de croix, des
sanctuaires, des prieurés, des cathédrales de lumière.
Tous ces mots, fidèle lecteur, désignent la Demeure du Chaos dont
la dualité est l’Esprit de la Salamandre, le souffle alchimique de la
Demeure.
Alors, à ta véritable question, “pourquoi cette noirceur ?”, je te réponds
simplement : quand tu verras la noirceur, réjouis-toi car c’est le début de
l’Œuvre...
thierry Ehrmann, 9 décembre 1999