Discordianism

My crazy tale

STORY TIME, PEOPLE!

Alright, so I am a huge fan of a generally unknown author, Greg Kramer.  He wrote 4 novels in the 90′s and early oughts filled with bizarre tales of sexuality and drugs and adventure.  They had pretty obvious discordian themes as well, which lead me in 2009 to email him to confirm that these themes were what I believed them to be.

He was overjoyed that not only did people remember his books, but that he had an actual fan.  He talked about his inspirations for his books, referenced works I was very familiar with, and generally seemed very pleased to be talking about it.  He asked me about myself and wanted to keep talking with me, but I was awkward and procrastinated on a reply and eventually just forgot.

Fast forward to this past holiday season.  I remember this old exchange with this author and thought it would be nice to reconnect. The old email account is long gone, so I go searching online to find his old website.

He died in 2013.

I was devastated. I felt ashamed for not responding to him the first time, and based on his health before death he must have known when we were speaking that he didn’t have long left.  I’ve made it my goal to find where he’s buried so I can try and pay my respects.  I reach out to his old theater, his manager, people close to him from articles, and eventually I reach an old friend of his, Richard Cliff.  He tells me he’s buried in England with his mother, but some ashes were scattered in Canada, only two and a half hours away from me.

Meanwhile, my wife buys me the last 2 books I don’t own by Greg Kramer.  One book, the only copy anywhere to be found on the internet, arrives already signed and dedicated.  I cried. I might never meet him and get an autograph, but I have this.  I read around a bit in the book, and notice Richard Cliff, the man I’m speaking with, is in the dedication page! What a coincidence! BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE! The inscription in the book was to “Richard.”  The same?

I check with Richard Cliff and yes, it is his book!  What are the damn odds?


now… do I give him the book back?

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Bill Hicks: Positive Drug Story

Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves…Here’s Tom with the Weather.

- Bill Hicks Bill Hicks

“The Swiss chemist Albert Hoffman, after accidentally ingesting LSD, when through a profound experience…It took him 40 years to figure out what LSD meant (Bicycle Day). In 1982 he wrote an essay in which he said, “There is no objective reality separate from us.”

This became obvious to others due to quantum physics. Physicists discovered that the atomic world is just not describable in terms of Aristotilean logic. You can’t describe anything on the quantum level accurately unless you include the observer in your picture. So quantum physics turned out to be saying exactly the same thing as the psychedelic revolution was saying: That there is no objective reality separate from us, all we know is the reality that we are co-creators of. The reality conceived, put together by our nervous systems.

- Robert Anton Wilson

Dr. Albert Hoffman in his own words:

“It was an April day and I went out into the garden and it had been raining during the night. I had the feeling that I saw the earth and the beauty of nature as it had been when it was created, at thIt was a beautiful experience! I was reborn, seeing nature in quite a new light.”

“After some time, with my eyes closed, I began to enjoy this wonderful play of colors and forms, which it really was a pleasure to observe. Then I went to sleep and the next day I was fine. I felt quite fresh, like a newborn.”

“It was these experiences that shaped the main outlines of my world view and convinced me of the existence of a miraculous, powerful, unfathomable reality that was hidden from everyday sight”

From Dr. Albert Hofmann, April 19, 2007:

“Alienation from nature and the loss of the experience of being part of the living creation is the greatest tragedy of our materialistic era. It is the causative reason for ecological devastation and climate change.

Therefore I attribute absolute highest importance to consciousness change. I regard psychedelics as catalyzers for this. They are tools which are guiding our perception toward other deeper areas of our human existence, so that we again become aware of our spiritual essence

Psychedelic experiences in a safe setting can help our consciousness open up to this sensation of connection and of being one with nature. LSD and related substances are not drugs in the usual sense, but are part of the sacred substances, which have been used for thousands of years in ritual settings.

The classic psychedelics like LSD, Psylocibin and Mescaline are characterized by the fact that they are neither toxic nor addictive. It is my great concern to separate psychedelics from the ongoing debates about drugs, and to highlight the potential inherent to these substances for self-awareness, as an adjunct in therapy, and for fundamental research into the human mind.

It is my wish that a modern Eleusis will emerge, in which seeking humans can learn to have transcendent experiences with sacred substances in a safe setting. I am convinced that these soul-opening, mind-revealing substances will find their appropriate place in our society and out culture.,

A SERMON ON ETHICS AND LOVE

One day Mal-2 asked the messenger spirit Saint Gulik to approach the Goddess and request Her presence for some desperate advice. Shortly afterwards the radio came on by itself, and an ethereal female voice said YES?

“O! Eris! Blessed Mother of Man! Queen of Chaos! Daughter of Discord! Concubine of Confusion! O! Exquisite Lady, I beseech You to lift a heavy burden from my heart!”

WHAT BOTHERS YOU, MAL? YOU DON’T SOUND WELL.

“I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe.”

WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH THAT, IF IT IS WHAT YOU WANT TO DO?

“But nobody wants it! Everybody hates it!”

OH. WELL, THEN STOP.

At which point She turned Herself into an aspirin commercial and left the Polyfather stranded alone with his species.

Little Tony was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another.
After the 6th candy bar, a man on the bench across from him said,
“Son, you know eating all that candy isn’t good for you. It will give
you acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat.
"Little Tony replied, "My grandfather lived to be 107 years old.”
The man asked, “Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?”
Little Tony answered, “No, he minded his own fucking business.”
—  Robert Anton Wilson

MSTDFC

“MY STUDY IS FOCUSED”

A sigil to help one focus on homework or study. Possibly a bit late, but I know that school should still be going on for a couple weeks in a lot of places. If at possible, charge with a tuning fork, or other symbol of focus. Draw the sigil out, rap the fork on a hard surface, and then point the tines at the sigil. As the tines vibrate with the tone, the sound waves they produce will charge the sigil.