Matthew Sawyer’s Pazuzu Trilogy – The Wasted Revision

My Pazuzu Trilogy is a millennially unique, blasphemous, scrubbed-til-Sunday epic. The Eighth Revision was the first pass in which I did not make major changes – I found typos and a few obtuse sentences, but other than those, the changes are smattering instances of migrating blocks of text into dialogue. The following four revisions were then experiments with character names and locations. So yeah, the current and last revision is the Twelfth. It’s called the Wasted Revision. This last rewrite is dedicated to my pseudonym, Mr. Binger, the author of the two-volume hardcover edition of the Eleventh revision re-entitled The Waste.

* Mr. Binger has also recently self-published his weird and visceral horror stories Unction and Our Lord Weathercock. Pocketbooks available at LULU.

I hope readers enjoy the free ebook version of Manifestation – the first installment of the trilogy. And I’d like them to tell everyone they know and buy the second and third book. Manifestation is mostly background. It’s where I introduce the consequences of a godless world. Emergence is when the narrative grows teeth and nails. Here is where Pazuzu is revealed and my alien gods find this feckless demon.

Pazuzu (pahzoo’zoo) – king of demons in Assyrian mythology.

Manifestation (manufe’steyshun) – indication of the presence of a person or thing.

PAZUZU – MANIFESTATION is the first book in the Pazuzu Trilogy. This book introduces the godless world of the Shur desert and the sorrowful sinners therein. Readers follow a pair of UnChosen wretches as they flee for their lives from a crime lord in the city of Gomorrah. A stranger joins the Cortras brothers, but he doesn’t tell them about the voice following him. The wanderer doesn’t know the voice is Pazuzu. In fact, the demon reminds him his name is Ben. This man suffering amnesia carries salvation and damnation from the desert.

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Emergence (i’merjuns) – gradual coming out as a result of something.

PAZUZU – EMERGENCE is the second book in Matthew Sawyer’s Pazuzu Trilogy. This book continues the bleak tale begun in Pazuzu – Manifestation.

Horror comes to the battered squatters at Saint Erasmus once the demon, Pazuzu, finds a host. Lost in the chaos, Hen Cortras is taken prisoner and followed into the Shur desert, where he meets heathens – nomadic terrorists who crusade against the Chosen’s Church and military.

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Abeyance (u’beyuns) – suspension.

PAZUZU – ABEYANCE is the last book in Matthew Sawyer’s Pazuzu Trilogy. The last book follows the demon, Pazuzu, in the shadow of the Promised Land’s destruction.

Achieving its goal, Pazuzu has claimed a human body. The demon steals the frame of a boy and makes the mother a missionary. Before the old mother dies, she proclaims her demon-possessed son is the messiah – the reincarnation of the Chosen’s eviscerated Mortal God. Meanwhile, the younger Cortras brother is arrested and beaten by the Chosen’s military and sent to a detention camp outside Capital.

At the camp, Hen Cortras meets real-life heathens. The prisoners escape the Chosen’s military and Hen joins their march against the Chosen’s Promised Land. The heathen attack has already begun behind the monumental Wall and Khetam burns. Pazuzu and Benedict Gage, his heathen minister, now cross the fires of Capital in search of the flock gathered by the mother of the possessed boy. The alien gods are now aware of the demon moving through the world and they send monsters.

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Matthew Sawyer’s Bio: A few words concerning myself.

About me … I don’t have any awards – not even an honorable mention. Heck, I didn’t even go to school to become a Writer – I was going to be a Fine Art Painter. Yet I had to pay my student loans. After college, I worked in Mental Health – as in schizophrenics and other assortment of severe mental disorders. All the while, I painted and sketched – and wrote stories. In that time, I speculated the story I really wanted to conjure – years of drawing monsters had spun my own mythology and I hoped for something comparable and real.

The narrative I wanted to create would fulfill a fading desire and breathe life into the chimeras I had drawn in my notebooks. That visual mythology had been collectively called “The Mortui Philosophies.” I tried animation, but the repetitive work only produced frustration. So much in fact, I joined the ‘sane’ world and switched careers into Internet Technology. Secure, I had stopped painting and focused on a very rewarding career. After a few years lacking expression from my creative self, my Pazuzu Trilogy took its first breath.

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Why Am I Explaining This To You

Recently, my Jonathan Swift-style sarcasm (ie. A Modest Proposal) has drawn the annoying attention of a retarded theist or simply a fool professing belief in God. Yeah, I did suggest abortion machines as a means to help preserve the innocence of newborn children, especially for those devout and righteous Tea Party-tainted Republicans. It’s evident my intention had been selfish and impractical; farcical because I do so enjoy such slapstick irony. I think hypocrisy is hysterical, as funny as the helpless pratfalls of confident idiots. But my humor carries with it no intention of purporting a worldview.

Let’s get this straight. I am an agnostic and an antitheist. What that means is I have deep suspicions and disappointments in organized religions. I don’t believe in God because all the literature supporting such a divine being is fallacious. Christian apologists are especially deceptive and close-minded to honest facts and theoretical possibilities. Under the pretense of religions promoting such misconceptions and incorrect reasoning in the guise of faith, herds of lazy or deficient minds are persuaded to surrender their will, power and resources often to reprobate individuals or bands of miscreants.

I’m not an atheist only because such a stance precludes my open principle of “Anything is possible,” dreams can be made real and fiction leads to technological and social advances. Sure, there may be a God floating about in the omnipresent, miniscule tenth dimension but there’s no one able to provide that evidence – He certainly isn’t telling anyone. He isn’t. There are only primitive rationalization and interesting stories and good-natured parables in any Holy Book. All of which have been written by human beings inspired by love, fear and equally beatific promise or sublime threat.

Sure, they’ll pretend to answer the unfathomable such as the origin of morals, the purpose of life and the creation of man. But science has come a long way, nearly all the way, in addressing those conjured states of morose. There are legitimate answers mankind has legitimately discovered and if inquirers bother to hunt, they’ll find the gaps rapidly close. Where is God? Well, he’s not under my bed, and neither in my closet nor standing outside my front door…

I’m not someone evangelists or apologists should ask. I don’t care. I don’t care about cars, so don’t ask me to troubleshoot your combustion engine. I have no interest in guns, so I’m nobody you should consult about calibers. I’m content driving from A to B and I can use a firearm quite well for my own defense or less preservative purpose. It’s been said there are all sorts of atheists and I’m one of those unique sorts. Theocracy, philosophy and psychology are merely aspects of my creative writing. And I’ll suffer fools only so long before I become bored and take purposeful pleasure in the poetry of mockery and disdain.

If it comes to such in order to drive away the insufferable, I’ve gleefully wield them with zealous mania. They’re how I entertain myself and I know it’s not nice. I’m not nice. If folks would read my writing, I imply as much. It’s what I mean when I describe myself as visceral and male.

Those Seeking God Will Find God

Those seeking God will find God. The proclamation is true and rather unfulfilling. More often than not, petitioners must abandon hope and expectations. They must remain satisfied with what they are told they are unable to gain. Such had been the purpose of organized religion upon conception. These power structures had been grown to placate populations and render people docile – inert. These structures still exist and they grant control of multitudes upon a sorted and sometimes undeserved few, despite the “good” purportedly attained for all and the subjected individual.

Yet inevitably, there have been and are always those common subjects whom awake with large appetites. Indeed, some are never lulled into sleep. Those great minds make discoveries and inform the world. In this age, science slowly disinvest the authority of religion but tolerates a god of gaps. These shadows are where prosperity religions and fallacy pray upon the disenfranchised. Anyone still advertising miracles and unrequited love merely dictate their own branded and often copyrighted recourse. Their own transfixed supporters enable these chosen charlatans.

In truth, the only shadow that truly remains is death – or specifically what happens afterward. In this last instance, the ignorant are promised eternity and immortality. Here, theists are made content opposed everyone else still looking for answers. And those whom are godless and yet ask questions often find education. I bolster educating oneself. The only reason there are few exceptional students is there are so few exceptional teachers. Unfortunate for those seeking scapegoats, educators are blameless. As with the great bulk of humanity, they are possibly blinded by socially-condoned maladjustment or circumstance. Each person has only oneself. And in that and by inherent birthright, every human being is full of immense promise and possibility.

Satanism begins with the correct assumption – there is no tangible Creator. Then its practice goes a wrong direction and substitutes its own religion. It is no different than both established and modern-day cults, except in being their identical progenitor. The same is true of ancient and revived, mutant paganism (IE Wicca). As with mainstream religions, these spiritual paths are full of disarming rituals and selfish hedonism. All are distraction against reality. There is no magic. Empowerment in believing so is temporal and fleeting – held at bay with drugs and masturbation in all the incarnations of these two distractions.

The reality is that competent seekers of spirituality find nothing after death because there is nothing. It is a truth denied. Upon death, you’re done. Huge panoramas are painted before this obvious fact. To insist otherwise perpetuates the religiously-manufactured childhood delusion of Santa Claus waiting for every grown, dead child with the big present of eternity. That forever may entail a burning chunk of coal. Sadistic charlatans especially perpetuate that vague myth of Hell. In the course of losing debates, it is the last argument they make after constructing and tearing down straw men throughout narrow, one-sided arguments. Parables of fire and brimstone presages vanquishing more informed foes one ad hominem at a time.

When one dies, there is no more argument. Nothing remains because the only path for each of our minds is oblivion. And how fitting that is the last word. The purpose of life is what one ascribes. And many of the perpetually dying waste the opportunity because each awaits a whole lifetime upon a more ideal existence. Unscrupulous pretenders promise such and are paid for their fallacious conciliation.

Egyptian pharaohs and kings made the right assumption – each individual must ensure his or her own continued existence. How American that concept is! The Confederacy would have thought so – those folks beneath the historic Mason-Dixon line had conscripted Egyptian symbolism opposed to the post-Classical Grecian ornamentation of the Union. And in this Age, we know it is not the body or the soul that can be made eternal. It is memory.

Most people generate families – a husband and wife drop kids into this turbulent and expiring world. And this is a traditional means to ensure one’s continued existence. Not me, I have no children. I have nephews and nieces but am I detached. I can’t know they will remember me. I am insignificant in their worlds and my own is full of monsters and wickedness. These elements shape my passions. At some point, I’m sure they had been fostered to drive people away, but like all living things, they have grown. Knowing such, I don’t extend invitations.

Instead, I attempted to construct my eternal tomb within museums. Then learning the futility of my effort and knowing what remains of my paintings now hang in basements and lie in attics, I stopped creating images. I had never been satisfied with my visual artwork so my preparations ceased with nary a whimper. Yet alive and apparently unready to die, I still willed to impart life into my creations. Arming that compulsion, and upon anthropomorphism, such restlessness became my muse. I write. Although my Pazuzu Trilogy had been quite heinous at birth, the story is my first born. I’ve given it an excess of care and have even sprung the money for ‘special education.’ I refer to the Llumina Press Second Revision publication, but since, my story has outgrown that brace nine times over. It carries my name and I still strive to ensure this child’s immortality. This and my other offspring are my memory. Although, they need readers. Lest, they too will pass with me into nothingness.

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Both Enlightening and Blasphemous

Opposed my usual boldface self-promotion, anti-organized religion fulmination and scorn for the Republican Party my father had never known, I thought I’d host a more source-based Zeitgeist-inspired presentation. I do so in the spirit of egalitarianism so I might be considered a universal religious bigot and I’m not cursed for dogging Mormonism and Scientology alone. My last ex-fiance (yeah, there’s been more than one) had cited my lack of spirituality as a reason she broke our engagement. That may be true, but I must express, at the time she was being romanced by a vegetarian millionaire. And if that’s not very satisfying, well on to the show…

(Oh, I didn’t create this video. Go stone pendeathlington at Youtube)

BTW – I did try a vegetarian diet, but a lack of protein usually gives me the runs. I’m Wisconsin born and raised. I need my meat and dairy in order to retain my essence. And for those who understand my meaning, let me remind you folks I write fiction. I’ll tell you anything. If I have your attention, I admit I am an indeed an unrepentant apostate. Like my ex, I’ll sell my savior for a few pieces of silver.

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Defending Atheism with your Teeth

I must admit, confrontation isn’t very entertaining unless it’s bloody – I paraphrase the thoughts of the late George Carlin. Watching Youtube clips uploaded by folks from the Atheist Experience or Aronra gets dull and repetitive. I’m waiting for some nonsensical bloodletting and these folks deliver just the opposite – for the most part (Matt Dillahunty is charming when he’s ticked). So, diehard atheists, get your polite facts from these responsible individuals.

But if you’re going to listen to me, you’ll need to embrace rude pseudo-fiction. Hell, I’m not invested in anyone’s salvation. I’d rather push my very unreal mythology toward extreme fiction. C’mon, read my Pazuzu Trilogy (I know tense issues persist after nine fracking revisions, but, dammit, I need help and I’ve got no extra cash to pay for professional proofreaders and editors).

Putting aside my aspirational roadblocks, I’ve compiled a list of answers to theists whom challenge godless individuals on a personal level. As I’ve warned, I’m not pulling anyone’s hide from the Eternal Fire. Use these replies at your own risk. Just be sure to carry a weapon and use it if you must. When enough theists gather together, life can get dangerous. The deluded have a documented history of violent reactions.

Theist Accusations…

You hate god.

That’s insane. Do you hate the Easter Bunny? Santa Claus?

You want to sin.

Stop projecting. Your guilt and sins are not my own.

You have no morals.

Neither do you. Admit it, we both want to tear out each other’s guts and stamp on intestines. Yet we’re bound by laws.

You haven’t read the Bible.

Sitting in church listening to someone else interpret the Word isn’t the same as reading. Listening to someone else advocates mortal authority.

You just don’t want to go to Hell.

Who does? Dante described a pretty horrendous place. Then again, he’s not a saint, is he? Regardless, it’s lucky we’re no where near the Valley of Hinnom and it’s much later than the era of the Roman Empire.

Got a better response? Well, comment and promote my blog post! Buying my books would be nice, but they do nothing to support rational arguments. Although, that income would go into yet another Pazuzu Trilogy revision – and food (that would be nice), and a better place to work – away from literally  f**king apartment house neighbors. Note, I didn’t say frak. I’m serious. It’s distracting. They’re enough to make one wish for Hell.

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