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Don’t let the apocalypse get you down (it’s only the end of the world again)

Hoo boy, so. It’s the end-times, right? Capital-e Eschaton, yeah?
Well, that’s what they have been saying. All the omens are coming together, too. War in the fields of Harr-Megiddo, endless winter, fire, flood and plague, the whole lot.
Well, maybe it’s just Americans saying that, but so what? Our nation is gonna fall like Rome, any day now. Just like Rome, we grew too decadent and lazy, and just like Rome, we failed to support the infrastructure for our paradise. The federal government is gonna collapse like a Wal-Mart desk under a pity fuck.
No, wait, not until the Police State we’ve been perfecting finally has us all in line. It’s just like 1984. Didn’t you read 1984? Or maybe it was Brave New World. Either way those authors knew geopolitics and the machinery of totalitarian control. Boy howdy, we are in dark times.
Huh? What do you mean “What do we do to stop all this?”
There’s nothing to be done, go home. This was Written - it must be So.
Stop feeding that homeless person. Don’t waste your time going to law school - one public defender can’t save the blacks from racist judges, juries and cops. Reporters don’t make any money anymore. Get a real job. Save your time and money.
Why do you think you can change anything? Look at all the people who didn’t do anything. Look at all the people who never made waves. What makes you so special?
How do you know what you’re doing is helping? I mean, you’re probably just making it worse. Don’t embarrass yourself; have some dignity. Only fools fall in love. Did God tell you what to do? What good is your own reasoning?
What gives you the right? Why bother?


Because sometimes “Fuck it” should be followed by “Why not?”
- Saint Amir Zetathustra, heretic

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A Grid

which treats information as something with agency

and people as the mere meat which the ideas use as a vehicle

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Inside each of us there is a stack of mice standing on top of each other trying to pass themselves off as a complete human - and those mice are ideas trying to breed with other mice in other human suits

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cramulus:

Meditation is, in part, about leaving your body, leaving the ego, leaving the self, until there’s no you left

To this end, a mantra can be helpful. It doesn’t matter what the mantra consists of. It’s just something for your mind to wrap itself around and spin over and over again until you get lost in it.

OM MANI PADME HUM. Om mani padme hum. OM MANI PADME HUM. Om mani padme hum.

It doesn’t even mean anything! It’s just Holy nonsense. (Fnord) Just say it in a rhythm, over and over again, until you forget about your body. There is no body, there is no you, all that exists is just the sound.

This is how Eris taught me to meditate:

at some point, let your mantra dissolve into this:

OU-WA TAGU SIAM

over and over again

OU-WA TAGU SIAM
OU-WA TAGU SIAM
OU-WA TAGU SIAM

It’s impossible to stop yourself from recognizing what you’re saying. But that’s the goal, to say it until it isn’t made of words anymore.

As you say any word over and over again, your brain stops processing it as language, it loses all meaning, it just becomes sound.

And then there’s the self-awareness that keeps floating back in, that you’re saying this very silly self deprecating phrase, but you’ve gotta ignore that, it’s just sound, it’s just words, there’s no You to feel silly.

If you can meditate on this mantra until it loses all meaning, until its not funny anymore, you will have destroyed the line between holy man and actual goose.

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On the Discordian Society 2014 FB group, Aimée Wright asked the following:

"Who would win!? Eris vs. Baphomet! Hedge your bets!"

I replied:

Tricky question; the way I see it, it seems there is one term mystics usually reserve for the All - the Chao, the Dao, Chaos, Void, Shunyatta - the Archdeity which goes by many names when personified. As a Chaoist as well as a Discordian I tend to place Eris as part of the Chao.


But maybe Eris the same thing as the Chao? Principia says she is a goddess of Chaos (as well as Confusion and Discord), and yet the Erisian is only one side of the Chao (which has uncountably many sides of course). One solution to this paradox is to say both are right, and the Chao contains itself; but then the Anerisian would be non-Chao (the Fnord?) which also seems odd. Thus the Chao would be a symbol for the Non-Duality of Duality and Non-Duality, with the Erisian representing Chaoward’s and the Anerisian representing Fnordwards manifestations of the Chao. Maybe couldbe possible sensible Sri Syadasti.

But who the Fnord is Baphomet? It seems this is a lost and ancient mystery upon which many speculations have been speckled. It has been attributed as anything from a code representing the Temple of Solomon to the Templars, to Sophia the goddess of Wisdom (Eris?), to the Father of Understanding (Aneris?), to the Unity of All Opposites and Pan the Pangenitor (the Chao?). Perhaps Baphomet is Puck trickster god (from whence the diminutive form Pixie derives). Note that these last, goatlike representation seems to be recent (19th c.). I honestly can’t I guess today I will choose to treat Baphomet as Aneris or the Fnord side of the Chao Coin. This master of Illusion so bamboozled various mystics as to gain so many different attributions, it seems appropriate.

So in the context of this current, arbitrary and moral mythological arrangement, I would answer neither and both. They tend to fuck one day as eternal lovers, and battle the next as arch enemies. Neither would exist without the other!

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bwansen:

(by Cpt. Bucky Saia / Aktion 23)
Add the year of your own Discordian Illumination (i.e. the year when you found out you’re a Discordian). Just put your Holy Name, country and year of illumination in the comments, and in the end, (maybe? probably? hopefully?) we will piece it all together into the graphics. XD

EDIT: Nicer Graphics here:

(via Schohns / Aktion 23)

bwansen:

(by Cpt. Bucky Saia / Aktion 23)

Add the year of your own Discordian Illumination (i.e. the year when you found out you’re a Discordian). Just put your Holy Name, country and year of illumination in the comments, and in the end, (maybe? probably? hopefully?) we will piece it all together into the graphics. XD

EDIT: Nicer Graphics here:

(via Schohns / Aktion 23)

(via bwansen)

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Gnostic Discordianism (early draft, feedback welcome)

We live in a material universe. Everything we think, say, do, experience, is a product of a physical process that can be known and understood. “Life” is a relationship between different forms of information. ((in this way, religions, businesses, groups of friends, ideologies, are all very much living beings much like individuals))

A long time ago, in the primordial sea, matter happened to collide in a way which initiated a “self perpetuating” physical process. Primeval DNA. Over the course of millions of years, this process has perpetuating its survival through reproduction and mutation. The well adapted forms survived, producing more mutant offspring.

In this way, the primordial entity, that first strand of DNA, is present in all of us. It has developed sensory and cognitive apparatus so it can better understand the world. It is still trying to figure out the universe. Each expression of this common spirit believes itself to be distinct, an individual, perhaps an ego. It accomplishes the macrocosmic goals by pursuing microcosmic needs. Things like writing and architecture are advanced DNA, they are ways of passing information and relationships from one generation to the next. Our drive to survive, to reproduce, to create something lasting, is an expression of the overmind, the common spirit which unites all of us.

The individual expression of the common spirit is called the soul. Souls are part of the common spirit in the same way that cells are part of the body. They are all united, acting towards the same end, even if they perceive themselves to be distinct.

The body is just meat. Unknowing. A machine. A vessel. A collection of cells and tissue.

The soul (or mind) pilots the body, generally unaware of the spirit sleeping in all of us. A collection of ideas and beliefs. The soul (or mind) and the ego (or self) are one and the same.

The spirit (or overmind) pilots the soul, guiding it towards the light, out of illusion and into truth.




The material world is blind and unknowing, an idiot god that we live inside.      

The idea of survival through disruption and mutation, through creativity, through a transcendence of the mortal world, is called Eris. She is the substance from which our scientists and musicians weave patterns.



The soul forgets about the spirit. The soul thinks it is all there is. This is the ego trap.

The material world is full of pleasures that the soul wants. Pleasure keeps us in our egos, in our bodies, in our tiny little microscopic ideas of what life is. The whole heaven myth that the Abrahamic religions lay out is a trap - it tells us that if we attend the soul, the soul will be rewarded. It tells us that there is an evil shadow in the universe which we must defeat, without telling us the shadow is just the part of the spirit which is furthest away from the source. The material world is real, but it is a distraction.

Beyond pleasure there is ecstacy. Ecstacy is the soul’s experience of the spirit. This is the true source, true pleasure, death of ego, transcendence of self and other. Material pleasures are just trying to simulate ecstacy, they’re a bad copy of it. Some of them have paths to ecstacy, but those paths are tricky, frought with other traps and distractions that will keep the soul anchored in the material world.

ahhh wait I have to stop telling you the truth, I’m at work. Fuck it, gotta go make the benjamins. Back into the distraction. More iterations on this concept later

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Clergy for the Strange

Discordians are the Clergy for the Strange. This is an important aspect of the Discordian Society which the world really needs right now.

There are a lot of people out there who don’t quite fit into this fucked up place. A lot of them are lonely or freaked out because they believe they are alone. Many don’t even know they’re weird yet, they just have this spiritual discomfort they haven’t learned to articulate.

I was privileged to grow up around open-minded free-thinkers, so I had a support network for my own bizarre interests and tastes. But I’m told it’s really alienating to be the one blue haired girl in a town full of cabbages. A lot of people have to keep their weirdness a secret, they bury it so deep they forget it’s there. It’s a terrible shame. Birds of paradise living in little gilded cages.

These people need our help. We’ve seen that you don’t have to play by the Rules, let’s show others that too. When I’m putting up weird posters around town, part of my motivation is as a signpost showing *somebody* out there that he’s not alone - other people are awake too, and when we all “find the others”, everything’s gonna turn out okay.

First, you’ve gotta escape your cell. Then you’ve gotta find the keys and pass them around. That is my best guess at how the Discordian Society can work together and accomplish something worth while … when we see somebody getting ground up by the Machine, we’ve gotta toss them a life jacket.

We are the priests and popes and cardinals and kings — of the strange. Throw open the doors of this church and invite everybody in.

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Discordianism 2014

cramulus:

Discordianism has a lot of layers. The surface layer is often called the Legion of Dynamic Discord. A common LDD interpretation of Discordianism is that it is mainly about causing disorder and fucking with people. That’s why LDD also stands for “Little Deluded Dupes” - they got reeled in by the Eristic Delusion.

The LDD mainly consists of aimless kids who are driven by their pleasure drive. And it’s pretty much like 4chan. They have trouble distinguishing between Grayface and people who merely disagree with them. They do a lot of trolling people for lulz and trying to ruin people’s day. Being “edgy”. You know, like those stickers where Calvin is taking a piss?

As far as I can tell, that’s always been the case. Legend has it, Lord Omar / Kerry Thornley logged onto alt.discordia only once, and then was immediately disappointed by the surface level dickery. A lot of those cats thought their mild rebelliousness was actually subversive. A whole box of tools at their disposal and they were only using one.

A lot of the people get stuck there in the LDD, that’s their destination. For others, it’s just a phase they pass through on the journey towards Aftermath. Everybody’s gotta start somewhere.

The spirit of Discordia contains a recipe for building a better world. A big part of that creation involves dismantling the world that exists right now, the Machine. We hold up a mirror that reflects the Machine’s absurdity back at itself. It’s not easy. It’s actually a pretty difficult trick to pull off. At the most basic level, it involves resistance against the everyday “consensus trance”. What to do after that is hotly debated.

So we spread out and study the works of Leary, RAW, the Situationist International, Mandelbrot, Taleb, Banksy, Pussy Riot, Foucault, Baurdillard, Joey Skaggs, John Cage, the list goes on and on … So many people have discovered methods of dismantlement.

Next, we’ve gotta pool all this knowledge, correlate it, sift it out, teach each other how to dismantle The Machine.

The big picture, I think, is not some grand revolution or cultural upheaval. If we all learn how to adjust the parts of the Machine in our immediate vicinity, we can create little islands worth living on. Eventually, the space between those islands will be smaller and smaller, and eventually the edges will bleed into one another until the whole world is transformed because its filled with people who think for themselves.

We can all build our own worlds worth living in - and invite each other over to hang out. And one day (the prophecy goes), the cool parts of the world will have gotten so large that the uncool parts have become little islands ruled by little egos, which don’t bother anybody anymore.

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Pope Shizzle is a Metaphysical Anarkitten; she Hails Discordia and Fnords with the best, but when asked whether either Order or Disorder dominate the Pundamental Chaos of Surreality, she simply answers “Mu”.The Cat Mu Catma Catchphrase Class is a set of Catmas passed as a vision on to me as Hecate possessed my Cat Pope Shizzle and ruffled through my library until she read the Principia and and discovered the follow formula: A Cat Mu Catma = {Inexplicable Cultural Absurdity [on the interwebs]} in Pundamentalist Surreality is or seems to be explained by {Some Fnord pulled from the Chao / Some [actual or contrived] part of Discordian History}.For example - ‘Cats are or seem to have been sent by Eris and Hecate to Infiltrate the Internet with the explicit mission of making sure no supremely powerful technology on Earth would be immune to Absurd and Pointless Punditry’.But then again the Pointless can always be sharpened into a Point or Five and used with Intent.

Pope Shizzle is a Metaphysical Anarkitten; she Hails Discordia and Fnords with the best, but when asked whether either Order or Disorder dominate the Pundamental Chaos of Surreality, she simply answers “Mu”.

The Cat Mu Catma Catchphrase Class is a set of Catmas passed as a vision on to me as Hecate possessed my Cat Pope Shizzle and ruffled through my library until she read the Principia and and discovered the follow formula:

A Cat Mu Catma = {Inexplicable Cultural Absurdity [on the interwebs]} in Pundamentalist Surreality is or seems to be explained by {Some Fnord pulled from the Chao / Some [actual or contrived] part of Discordian History}.

For example - ‘Cats are or seem to have been sent by Eris and Hecate to Infiltrate the Internet with the explicit mission of making sure no supremely powerful technology on Earth would be immune to Absurd and Pointless Punditry’.

But then again the Pointless can always be sharpened into a Point or Five and used with Intent.