The Book of Days

CHAPTERS I/II - III/IV - V/VI - VII/VIII - IX/X - XI/XII

AN AUDIOVISUAL GUIDE
through
NEW JERUSALEM
by
THE TEN COMMANDOS

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RECORDED
A. 1989 - 1999 D.

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INTROSPECTIVE

THE BOOK OF DAYS is a universal minimanual of the cosmic guerilla conceived to resume communication with the spirit in the sky. Its main purpose has been to introduce the UR to New Style – the alternative time reckoning of New Jerusalem – in a perfect nutshell of amazing simplicity. To those unfamiliar with her, New Jerusalem, also called the City of Eden, is a super model descending upon the Gregorian calendar of seasonal cycles as predicted to pronounce the living and the dead since 1979. Her primal desire is to impose a wider dimension's alien structure upon the agricultural society of the deconcentration camp in order to liberate manpower from the outmoded chains of Gravity. It consists of 1440 equal days formatting a City where time is no more – a larger wheel to adjust the final acceleration. One City is shared into 12 Gates (Tribes), each Gate (Tribe) has 10 Divisions and every Division contains 10 Commandos equivalent to the good old days. The two systems click fast at the 24 Hrs unit we orbit, both worshipping the same galaxy though differently marked. The Bride's Clock is passionately set to a decimal account (3X8 ≠24) ignoring the workforce of the daylight. It is AM = PM where 14.4 old minutes correspond to a new one. But that's another book. The Book of the Building in progress.

New Style legitimately surpasses the Sabbatic labour system of 6+1 (7), passing by the units of 10 uniformly holy days in accordance with the rescue plan of nonbelievers. Beyond Marx and Darwin, it puts the theory of evolution into communist practice, creating a friendlier environment for the seeds of treason to the Earth required from the elitariate of advanced civilization. Whilst attempting to change the human biorhythm in transition to immortality, the Atheist tally arrives with a direct ethical function designated to reintroduce moral dictatorship with the iron will of divine terror. It alters the pagan derivations of ancient astronauts by amending the names of the old days to the very words of the Law. The Ten Commandos of the new division are in fact the nominal quintessence of the Commandments Moses got, revisited for the homo novum - a renewal of the primitive Alliance. The initial function of the little grey book as advertised hereto is to popularize the primordial supremacy of the Eternal's agenda over the digital culture of virtual reality. It is devised to imprint the words of command with the meaningful help of illustrative catchphrases depicting the day in demand of the particular virtue it promotes. A publicity stunt of viable application, the handy brochure is best regarded as Asmodeic propaganda edited to initiate the lost children of finity traveling the hostile fields of dead time to the mystery of nonexistence. A manipulatory intervention bringing intricate methods of vigilance home to the homeless in the most seductive way.

Without requiring any downpayment of attention from its free consumers, this audiovisual guide through the Bardo we're a'crossing together is sent out to those first of all who live for today amidst their many plans. Forwarding comparative letters of warranty to the moment with remarkable predictive and retrospective qualities implied, it is a certified gift of the Church of None recommended to substitute oracle and prayer with an interactive journal open for interpretations. Defying the Jungian myth of coincidentia oppositorum, all it would entail is a sense of humour facing the pathetic deceit of the repetitive rotation. Supplanting the mystic poetry of parables with a trivial set of witty one-liners, the soulful companion of time-conscious wanderers will operate as an emotional proofsheet of impartial providence without the theosophical bullshit of the annual holiday routine keeping man on his knees in fear of evanescence. Elegantly replacing the conventional techniques of astronomic religions with the principle of nonstop workship around the decimal clock, it is on par with Dante's Inferno in confident search of clandestine deliverance. Knowing that it is actually happening can make a bad day a lot easier to handle for the private dreamer with nothing to hold on to but the wages of crime. Regular consultation of the comforting messagerie facilitates orientation in the pulsing tunnel of blind perpetuity, allowing a naivist escape from the shadow of the unknown. Ideally distributed in a pocket format to disciples of the watch, the publication's central goal is to discreetly convey the good news of a higher intelligence patently presiding over the murderous vegetation of life in a Northern town.

Challenging the reign of hazard with supreme bravado, the perpetual breviary is best utilized as a vehicle of return, personally addressing every individual with a beam of hope in surveillance. As a defensive weapon against demons within, it can effect as a magic compass sailing the stormy sea of actuality's common web. It tenders one a pure nonsense to hang on to in the garden of departure, opening the door of perception with a plastic skeleton key. It can turn average sleepwalkers into bravehearted warriors, awakening their dormant will to conquer with the everlasting law at their side. It is Zarathustra, Oden and the Buddha in a single voice of Satan's Lamb, enforcing the original program of full responsibility duly expected from all ages and genders in all walks of life. It is printed to inspire kings and beggars alike, pointing at the customary center of all suffer and joy behind the idiosyncratic veil of destiny in the twilight of judgement time. Verifying one's unique impression as a general fact, the book at hand will keep every worker and lover in direct touch with the hidden festivities of hieros gomos going subliminally on. For righteous behaviour is the only valid ticket we got to the final destination wherever it may be.

The Ten Commandos, originally translated for "The Cosmic Bargain" – the musical project of a rock operetta for the imaginary masses – were received long before the City's sudden appearance on the reality horizon. In 1982 most exactly, in the middle of SPIONS' – still thought of as a rock'n'roll band on the rise – first Five-year Plan which was as well its last from the inscrutable will of we don't know what. The existence of New Jerusalem was revealed by The Third Revelation late Autumn 1983 as a precursor of the Year of Change. It happened concurrent with "The Book of Reconstruction": an overzealous undertaking to document, in the form of a meticulous diary, each and every day of the five years passing up. The first city – its actual presence – was deciphered at the conclusion of The Map drawn by TCTC, the Traveling College of Time Consciousness, all the way down the line: it officially began with the 1st of January 1979, the first page of The Book. By the way, that uncontrolled folly to record murky changes in them vague complexity proved to be a major fiasco to admit: SPIONS never made to the top, but sank to the bottom in stead, and to honour a failure would have been an atrocious insult on dignity. So all the three-thousand plus pages of the sad manuscript were given over to the flames in '86, the birth year of counterrevolution. The gesture wasn't, however, wasted – The Third Covenant was outright risen from the ashes of that plan like an evil phoenix, supersedingthe subtle reportage with a collective vade mecum of abstract remedy. This extra bonus is only an operational addendum to the germane deal of the divinatory package: the minimal compact of the counter-clockwise turn.

In the subreality of its eventual conception, the applied terms of the engagement's blind dates were decoded in the trickiest way of sacrificial espionage. They are the validated produce of an adamant observation of defunct time's passing by the introverted window of the last couple in the solitary confinement of a mistaken identity. The rather desperate quest to figure out the meaning of their bizarre existence was going obstinately on all through the roaring 9O's – terminal decade of the old Millennium. It all began in 1990, along with G.I.N.A.'s now twenty-four year plan, as a side-project linked to her imaginary office's newly purchased answering machine. The idea was to announce the otherwise phony institute by the words of the commandos attributed to the calendar and add to them a single motto smartly defining the exclusive characteristic of the given day. Finally came the search for a corresponding soundbite assigning aural background to complete the outgoing message. The primal investigation took its place between 18.04.1990 – 28.03.1994, bridging the third and fourth detected city later restored to the proper sequence. It also started very unexpectedly, solely motivated by finding the right use of an exclusive jotter acquired by chance. The subsequent posts were recorded on a day by day basis, usually after the midnight hours. Out of the total boredom mercilessly imposed by the alleged operator, the simulated activity was quite ritualistic, using a crystal ball etc. It was a brazen subterfuge at large, spending the next day on confirming the hints or plain changing them if proved to be wrong. Anyway, no one ever called to complain about the forgery of the shift. The technique of disclosure worked like a miracle mostly, albeit nothing else did at all. Having no better things to do, the entire decade was misspent on the originally secondary notion in the forlorn zone of stagnation wherein our Party & Government got exiled for authenticity's bloody sake. A symbolic gesture of perseverance in the unquiet void of living death.

The easy action soon transformed into the usual monster of burden indeed, dominating the invalid dynamics of its ordained while. It demanded perennial focus on the smallest details of the tedious voyage to the bottom of the day in no man's Nirvana, followed by overnight analyses of the collected impressions. The primal upshot adjusted – after each City of 1440 days there is an empty day to count off – the records had to be carefully triple-checked during the following two cities for maximum exactitude, often modifying the musical choices for a more appropriate one. The procedure got radically terminated on the 31st of December 1999 not to go on forever, turning the ultimate playlist into a random library representatively indicating the future passed. The nomenclature has become a period piece of old reduced to the history of the last century's original music as recorded for eternity presumed. Nothing that appeared since '00 is therefore comprised. Nor the later evolution of the contemporary acts of course, anywise might they have changed their style or destiny. They remain defined here at that very moment of time: their Nineties image. It is a firmly archivist survey in that sense, prone to any error of judgement. Never the less, due to the actual period of its making, the conserved logbook will show inevitable disproportions in favour of the last decade serving as its concrete backdrop. This lopsided biases can no more be helped. The Nomicon ought to be taken at its relative value – painfully occasional of course, but honestly accurate.

The meticulously selected musical score of the daily confusions under the city's derisive safeguard was amassed to frankly justify the labels applied to the given commandos. The choices were made to directly address the single observer's specific situation with an artistic reference as concrete as can be to a famous bearer of the verbal stigma. A listening advice confirming that you're never alone with your particular problems. It is also meant to reassure the Bridehood on the run about the sublime omnipresence of an effective soundscape, endorsing perpetual tune in the good vibrations sustaining our collective dreamsphere. It is important to comprehend that, whatever correct in its optimal overview, the optional references snatched from the sonic gallery will always possess a dual ambiguity regarding their mode of application, just like the verbatim definitions do. All suggestions can be interpreted both ways: internal or external, subjective or objective, transitive or intransitive as defined by the circumstances. Sometimes the singer, sometimes the song. Focusing on our electronic era that equalized folklore, the nomens added by their omens are all rooted in the twentieth century, ignoring the ancestral classics and their traditional interpreters regardless of virtuosity. There are no opera singers or philharmonic conductors included. Only celebrity status might make an exception. The conclusion is strictly Warholian by the approach, looking for the star quality's social impact. It is devoted to the culture of pop that cultivated our transcendence to gene-democracy: the dance of the avantgarde. The menu also ignores regional – non-international – sources except what assimilated with Western rock'n'roll: the sound of Afro-American history from migration to civil war. The list only contains creative souls both on the solo and the band wagon: men of treason, vanity, and death – the sex appeal of modern art.

THE BOOK OF DAYS, although as diverse as anything within its free limits, is no display of fragmentation in its ultimate format. It should rather demonstrate the overall similitude of the preferential variety. It would better show the state of the union in the year 2000, than just picking through the century's expansive graveyard. There are several names, often the grandest, that do not appear in the brackets and that's because they might have been cast in preceding concepts before – the minimalist program is keen on avoiding repetitions in the roll-call it implements. Another heavy care was taken not to accidentally mention the same entity twice - always choosing one from multiple aliases or between the band and its mainman gone solo. Side-projects dismissed, also seminal collaborations were scrupulously evaluated. Even family ties were taken into consideration for the same bureaucratic reasons. Finally there are thousands of those omitted or dismissed by the accidental selection – to whom we sincerely apologize. They know who they are and it'll make no difference in the end. All in all, the casual chart at large will present an indisputable evidence of the rock of ages, putting the relative law to a poetic test of the daily praxis in the solar clockwork of mortal existence. It'll stand as an informative survey on its own, kindly inviting the last generation for an entertaining travel through the decades whilst paying homage to the sons of the promised land's immortal pioneers. Proffering thereby a revelationary glimpse on the good taste of Osh, Author of All Works of Art.

2000 AD

WEDDING FEAST

THE CALENDAR

FIFTH CITY
12-10-1994 > 20-09-1998
SIXTH CITY
22-09-1998 > 31-08-2002
SEVENTH CITY
02-09-2002 > 11-08-2006
EIGHTH CITY
13-08-2006 > 22-07-2010
NINTH CITY
24-07-2010 > 02-07-2014
"TENTH CITY"
04-07-2014 >