I am chaos
Daughter of Void
Mother of Chaos
Eris is
One
Eris is
Woman
Do something strange and irreverent
—
and yet beautiful
Go ahead be free ...
and while you're at it, try
having fun
I am alive
| I am the substance from which
your artists and scientists build rhythms
I am chaos |
Daughter of Void Mother of Chaos Eris is
One
Do something strange and irreverent
—
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I am the spirit with which your
children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy
I am alive |
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The Principia Discordia The book at the origin of modern discordianism and Erisianism |
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The Ommiterre Libellus The missing tomes of the Principia Discordia revealed to me by Eris Kallisti Discordia Available in HTML or PDF
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Somebody had to put all this
confusion here!
..Eris
Intercessions and Disinformation..
..Eris
Kallisti Discordia's Demotivational Plaques..
..Eris'
12 Step Programme to Immanentize the Eschaton .
The Charge
of Eris
"I have come to tell you that you are free.
Many ages ago, My consciousness left humanity,
that they might develop themselves.
I return to find this development approaching
completion, but hindered by fear and by misunderstanding.
You have built for yourselves psychic suits of
armor, and clad in them,
your vision is restricted, your movements are
clumsy and painful, your skin is bruised, and your spirit is broiled in
the sun.
I am chaos.
I am the substance from which your artists and
scientists build rhythms.
I am the spirit with which your children and
clowns laugh in happy anarchy.
I am chaos.
I am alive,
and I tell you that you are free."
The recognition of freedom is not liberation.
The recognition of freedom is overwhelming and
dizzying.
The recognition of freedom can be so dizzying
that many people will spend a lifetime refusing it.
Becoming grey.
No matter how much you fight against it, one
day,
maybe out of «enlightenment», out
of sheer probability or out of good or bad luck,
freedom will inhabit you.
Maybe only for one instant maybe for the rest
of your life.
As it does, you will be recreated within your
own body, your mind reshaped within your own skull.
No matter how much YOU fight against it,
no matter how much THEY try to flay you into
shape with honey and or and/or sticks,
you cannot escape your true nature of being free.
Heed the call,
because for a life so short as a humans's life,
it is still not possible to escape its freedom no matter how hard one tries,
yet one can lock one's freedom away in the wrong
cage so easily, so hastily, so unknowingly,
so as to be dreadful of one's own life, of one's
own destiny, of one's own choices.
No one can take away your freedom,
but you can easily waste it away.
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All Hail Discordia!! |
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