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Weekly Wonder Word: One.

one_by_zoomrhy

“This is traditional art + photography + digital art. I have blurred the boundries of these factions. In essence there shouldnt be factions at all, all art is mixed media.”

(Temporary tag and quote by zoomrhy.)

When I was twenty one, I had an awakening of sorts. I realized that everything is a unified hole. I distilled the experience into an equation. An equation that I live by.

Infinity = One = Zero.

That is all.

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The Best Writing I Have Ever Found.

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AN ERISIAN TAROT

by Revd. MC 900ft. Escher and Irrevd. Hacksaw.

(It takes a securely skewed stance, and a slight saugagery of the synapses, but this is it. The best writing I have ever found. We will start with The Fool, since I just pulled it for myself.)

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The Major Discordia

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An Erisian Tarot

–>”Big weighties”

Here are the descriptions for the Major Discordia, the top 22 philosophical constructs that were too big, too weighty, or just the wrong shape, to fit into the regular, mundaner suits. Have at. If you look carefully, you will see a bald eagle eating a small politician.


The Sucker

@c 0 FOOL @section Fool: Legionnaire of Dynamic Discord / Little Deluded Dupe @c Two half-figures playingcard facecard-style @c joined, one with L of D D on the front of his shirt/uniform, and the @c other just now noticing L D D on the back of his, KICK ME -style.

“We have met the enemy, and he is us.”

Pogo, Walt Kelly

“The danger is obvious in that the hero generally makes an apparently quite trivial mistake and then must make extraordinary efforts to save himself from the effects of these few trivial errors. One more wrong step and all would have been lost.”

Hidden Symbolism of Alchemy and the Occult Arts, Herbert Silberer

“I never studied Law!”

Bugs Bunny, not following the law of gravity

Young farmhand called to service beats his plowshare into a sword (and, afterward, beats it back). Disorder erupts, and mountains are no longer mountains, never were. But first, at the very breaking of the dawn of the breaking: this. Who the adventure is about to happen to.

Come spring, motivated zoners trickle out of the stonework, handing out religious tracts to streetcorner passersby. Another threshold, the first blaze after eclipse totality. Those ecstatics so affected may become the wards of the church or state…

But everybody’s getting a little cabin feverish, restless, reckless. Time for spring tonics, spring cleaning, spring-in-one’s-step. When the ice breaks: molasses blood thins and flows. Allow it a little longer to reach the brain.

The foolishness could be just a minor blind spot, the unexpected may be well nigh unexpectable.

No shame.

DivMean: Regarding a material question, foolishness (no, really, run-of-the-mill foolishness). Regarding a spiritual question, aspiration. (Another reason not to waste the tarot’s time.)

Revd: Delusions of grandeur, e.g. Fool as materia prima, yeahyeah, rahrahrah. You were thinking maybe undyed silk, uncarved block, fashionably rustic? Consider the elemental/excremental shit-and-piss chaos where worlds hatch and howl, terra foetida, rotting compost, an artist’s pottagey oil paints, a contemplation so acute in its melancholy as to be redeemed in creation through sheer force of longing — alchemical putrefactio, nasty enough that it’s a bit of a curveball already that anything can be wrought therein?

Which reminds me, there’s something to be said for reading the Tarot trumps as a countdown, 21 to 0, the Fool being where one finally loses some of that egregious garbage. “Take off, eh?”

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ninecups

(Now the Nine of Cups, the last card I pulled today.)

Goldfish of Water Coolers

“There’s no governor anywhere.”

Chuang Tzu

“By doing something incomprehensible, you place yourself outside their magic, and then they lose control.”

Andrea Juno (interviewing Boyd Rice), Re/Search #11: Pranks

“We’ve got the second law of thermodynamics on our side!”

Discordian proverb rallying cry

“‘Tis an ill wind that blows no minds.”

Sri Syadasti, quoted by Eris in Principia Discordia, Malaclypse the Younger, K.S.C.

“If the telephone rings today….. water it!”

Rev. Thomas, Gnostic, N.Y.C. Cabal

Innocent pure radiant ecstatic gentle weirdness. Uncommodifiable revolution. Shenanizens. More like “reversing authority” than “Authority Reversed.” Not: being in contention with Authority; just, by declaration: there is no authority. “Okay. Poof! You’re a milkshake!” Greyface made wheyfaced? Just letting the wheel stop here, thank you.

DivMean: Meditative second-nature spontaneous curious liberation. Complete lovable playful happiness. Spiritual wellness. Some egocentrism? Well, without which not! A consistent foolishness is the harpsichord of surreal minds.

In all likelihood, the ‘reaubot is acting stupid as a coping mechanism — that stuff eats them, too.  The bureaucrat is the gander for which Discordianism is both the goose and sauce. Hint: puppeteer them with your knowledge of their stimulus/response tables. Be anything they don’t have a standard procedure for — or, conversely, be multiple things they have contradictory standard procedures for. Render unto Caesar that which will blow Caesar’s mind, and snatch some official-document rubberstamps while you’re there.

Revd: spectacular, fiery, pleasantly nihilist, violent, vivid insurrection. The pursuit of Liberté! Loyal beloved comrades, mystic guerilla chanting, occult daggers, red flowing silk, black flowing ninjas, erotic midnight conspiring, psychoactives on wheels – on horseback.

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The full body transplant experience.

Namesake.

(photoshoppery of real plastic body armor by Rian Fike.)

The full body transplant experience grows from the urge to become the object of your desire, to merge completely into one glowing entity, to be totally in love. Not love like hearts and possessions, but love like fire.


Nina and I met under a full moon on Miami Beach at midnight, and we recognized each other from twelve previous lifetimes together. (I wrote a short story about the other lifetimes, but I forgot where I put it.) We were each accomplished Chaos Magicians, and we were both filled with the most insanely intense desire for each other.

We knew this was the one, so we waited. We waited one entire year before our first kiss. Magick often involves sacrifice, and the power we were building was focused on one of its most exalted rituals. We were going to switch bodies.


I am not one to switch and tell, but I can share some of the side effects. We began to release the exact same pheromones. We could talk without words. Sometimes our faces disappeared when we looked into each other’s eyes.


We have never sought a scientific explanation for the experience, but one day I was pixeling around with Photoshop for the next wave, I hooked up with Nick Herbert and his Quantum Tantra trip. Nick is the real deal. His experiments with the accelerators at Stanford have combined with the confirmed existence of the quantum dimensions of other realities, enough to hear an echo of the full body transplant experience in deep physics. Yes, it is very possible that the human mind is a form of consciousness that can “switch bodies” with any other physical structure, including inanimate objects. If the thing you are joining with is on the other side of the Universe, all your transportation problems are solved.


This quantum effect creates very very dangerous possibilities, but it also solves all problems associated with ethics, and Nick Herbert calls it the Golden Rule 2.0. When he was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize in response, he actually used some of my illustrations in his presentation. You can click over to his site for more information…

Here’s your link, merge at your own risk:

http://members.cruzio.com/~quanta/goldenrule4.html

I know it is possible to switch bodies with someone or something else, I’ve done it.  I can’t give you detailed instructions, but the first step is the courage to give yourself permission.


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