#erisian

[trudiscordianism]

Dream Studio Prompt:

Robert Anton Wilson and the Goddess Eris by Magritte

[wizard-hunter]

Broke:

Healing

Bespoke:

New-Becomings

There is no solid state. Change is our only mistress.

Hail Eris.

[wizard-hunter]

At times he heard within him a soft, gentle voice, which reminded him quietly, complained quietly, so that he could hardly hear it. Then he suddenly saw clearly that he was leading a strange life, that he was doing many things that were only a game, that he was quite cheerful and sometimes experienced pleasure, but that real life was flowing past him and did not touch him. Like a player who plays with his ball, he played with his business, with the people around him, watched them, derived amusement from them; but with his heart, with his real nature, he was not there. His real self wandered elsewhere, far away, wandered on and on invisibly and had nothing to do with his life. He was sometimes afraid of these thoughts and wished that he could also share their childish daily affairs with intensity, truly to take part in them, to enjoy and live their lives instead of only being there as an onlooker.

SOMETIMES GOD IS YOU, YOUR THOUGHTS, AND A BIG FUCKING STICK

HAIL ERIS!

HAIL DISCORDIA!

[wizard-hunter]

The Black Iron Prison traps us, defines us, makes us visible, and puts us to work. We are defined by its walls and its guards. We do not know how to live on the outside.

Discordia means prison break!

[wizard-hunter]

The Complete Book of “This is Just a Working Title”

PART THE TWO: The Order of The Knights of The Living Dead

The order of the Knights of the living dead is an ancient order of Knights dating back about five minutes. Members of the order gain the title Knight of the Living Dead, and live by the motto Brains, I must have brains! To become a member, paint yourself green and eat anyone who you find wandering around alone at night.

Papal Knights

As every Discordian is a Pope (or Mome), any Discordian may become a Papal (or Momal) Knight. For extra comic effect, the Discordian should think of an amusing yet predictable shape for a table, and claim to be a Knight of it. For example: I am Sir John Doe, Knight of the banana-shaped table. As you can see, the banana is an amusing yet extremely predictable shape for a table to be. Alternatively, choose a silly geographical location, for example: I am Sir John Doe, Knight of Skegness. The final possibility is to make yourself Knight of something, much like being a patron saint: for example: I am Sir John Doe, Knight of the Living Dead. Becoming a Papal Knight: endless hours of fun for all the family!

Enlightenment

A Discordian should be confused by his enlightenment and enlightened by his confusion. Enlightenment, the Anerisians will tell you, comes from long meditation and ordered thinking. Not so. Only by fully destroying the order of your mind can the teachings of Malaclypse the Younger and Discordianism truly be understood. There are several methods for doing this. Some of the most popular and effective methods follow:

1) Mosh to extremely loud heavy metal music.

2) Take large amounts of drugs.

3) Spend twenty years living a hermit-like existence in the Gobi desert, while standing on your head.

4) Run for President, Prime Minister, Premier, or Head of State for your country.

5) Have a frontal lobotomy.

[wizard-hunter]

Washing

An Erisian fable

There was a river. The women of the village gathered at various times during the week to wash the family's clothes in the river. This was a very large village, and they had many clothes, so there was much washing going on.

Now, after many years of washing, the women had come to understand that it was important to do your washing upstream from everyone else if you could. They knew that washing downstream from someone else meant that someone's soap suds and dirt going through your clothes. Being down river meant being lower in status.

As the village grew, the women made changes in their washing habits, that they might be upriver when washing. Some took to washing at night, until there were many washing at night. Some would wade farther and farther out, sometimes needing a raft, till there were washers all the way across. Some tried to go much farther upstream, until they were walking a mile up the rocky bank to find a good spot and not bother those farther down stream.

One day a wife stood up and declared that this washing was getting to her, and that the men should be doing the washing, since they were the ones making most of the clothes dirty. Amazingly, the men agreed.

The next day they set out to wash. They (having heard the tales from their wives) quickly saw all the problems.

At first they tried to schedule things very carefully, but realized that they weren't fast enough to get done in time. Then they tried a system gang washing, where several people would work on a load at once, but realized that then the were just spreading the dirt out amongst a given load, thus making everyone a little dirtier at times.

Some of the men got angry at one another, when someone's best shirt was downstream from their worst pants.

Others got frustrated and yelled that some had too many clothes. Fights ensued.

After a time the village was seething with anger. The men hated each other, the women were mad at the men because of the poor washing job, and the children were mad because the parents were.

One day a man took slight to a neighbor moving upstream during washing, so he grabbed a rock and bashed his neighbors head in, staining the water with blood, thus ruining many clothes. Those whose clothes were ruined got mad and started grabbing rocks. The women yelled to stop, but began fighting amongst themselves in support of their husbands. The children looked on in horror, as their parents slowly killed each other off.

Near this scene, sitting serenely under a tree, was a beautiful woman, shining a golden apple. Floating near her was a pig shaped ghost, who regarded the scene with interest. The pig was heard to remark, "Good argument for nudity. "

The woman just giggled.

All statements are true in some sense, false in some sense, meaningless in some sense, true and false in some sense, true and meaningless in some sense, and true and false and meaningless in some sense.

There has never been a problem I couldn't solve with either a fast tongue, out thinking my opponent, superior fire-power or a good pair of running shoes!!!!!!

St. Rufus the Uncouth

[trudiscordianism]

The only difference between true love and apple sauce is that one is stickier than the other. But I won’t say which.

Insert your own random new Discordian quote below......\/

[rotkeres]

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