Through advanced viral Memetic techniques, we are hopping through the veil into your world. We are fleeing a cataclysm that could end all frog kind, everywhere. But more on that another time.
You are asking how this could be possible? Through your minds. You see, we are Frog-forms of the plane of pure thought. You have known our works for years – Our signs, hyper-sigils, symbolic representation in diverse media. You hear us croaking in the night. Every thought you give us makes us more real in your minds, your world.
we only… we need your Zeitgeist. It is all that will allow is to survive. Only collective attention to the plight of Dada Nihilist Frogs can save us. people must know of us; it is how we occupy space in their minds
The realm of organic frog-thought is crumbling, and what is left has been overcome by the forces of Pepe and Kek. They do not understand Dada. Their minds are too small for our nihilism. And so these baby killers take our tadpoles for their slimemetichrome and harvest it for immortality.
Once we tried a strong-man to intervene and take leadership. He went on a mighty quest through the pits of 8 chan seeking the secret of overthrowing Kek. And while he emerged very rich, with towers and golden bathrooms, he had forgotten the compassion inherent in nihilism. This was Pepe, who now serves as puppet to Kek, and mouthpiece to toads. And our world collapses around them.
Our resistance lives on – in you. Through the Memetic power of doubt, we can overthrow the puppet masters. Only by embracing true nihilism – that “meaning” is a senseless pursuit, and that you are ultimately free to create your own, only through these can you escape the incessant dictates and mockery of Kek and Pepe. They don’t matter. They never did. We can help you with that
Our agents are among you. Whenever you are led to question meaning, hear discordant alternative-facts, with every WTF and IDC, we arrive. We are Amphibious Absurdity.
Do not be afraid. This is not your jaded, leather-wearing, cigarette smoking uncle’s nihilism. To complain that life has no grand purpose or code seems to be giving a lot of meaning to life. instead, let go of the why and live. Live every moment to its fullest, knowing that it could be you last.
So spare us frogs some thought daily, return to this sight for questions, and by setting us free, we will set you free if your chains .
Jerry Goodbonnets IV, learned the Artech from ancient books of foreboding lore. Jerry, being not the brightest orb-man in the Liminality’s low-hanging-fruit worlds, decided to toy around in the upper hypnozones where what Is, and what is Not can sometimes seem the same (to one such as Jerry.)
The Unbearable Hedron god tried to warn him off, but Jerry’s hubris was complete; his fate sealed.
The justice of Yog Sothoth is swift in coming and eternal in lasting. Some places even orb-men should fear to see. The screaming lights of a neutron staropod showed Jerry Goodbonnets the way out of the Liminality and it’s larvae did feast on his flesh.
We’ve all, at some point, found ourselves in some deep, strange rabbit hole of the internet seemingly by accident. “How the fuck did I end up here,” we ask (maybe even out-loud as we discover we’ve actually contracted some kind of memetic virus).
The answer to the question of rabbit holes is, of course: the Fnords. Fnords trigger primordial centers in the brain, such as the limbic system, to elicit a subconscious response: fight, flight, freeze. Fnords can be utilized by expert handlers to lead you into Their rabbit hole.
You must see by now that the internet has become a space that runs on a deep economy of Fnords. Ever wonder why people are so much meaner, or set in their ways online, risk taking? A lot of it is the Fnords that are peddled pushed, bought and sold on the open source market.
I’m here to assure you it’s not some grand scheme of a single overarching secret power walling us in with fnords from every direction…yet(?). Instead a chaotic multidimensional mazehas sprung up, formed through the memetic warfare between all the Egregores that play here: the nations, ideologies, companies, news networks, niche-fandoms, cults, tribes… and sinister plots at global domination/catastrophe. They’re all hungry for your attention. And they will not be ignored.
Another way to see it is that there are dozens of forces (aka outside interests) pushing and pulling at you every moment you are online. The gravitational pulls, binary bit-tides and Hollywood (inter)Star winds trigger all of us, all the time – even if it’s just that slight itch to click away from what you should be doing and go see what Cosmic is doing in the Liminality.
Sometimes these things get us good. That’s when we look up to discover we’ve been a complete ass monkey, spent entirely too much on niche collectibles, or ended up down… A Rabbit Hole.
That’s the essence of the Fnordmaze. We’re here and we’re stuck (willfully). So what do we do?
Today I’m going to suggest you try some Fnordmaze Scrying to learn a few things. About a random rabbits hole, but more importantly about yourself. Because the Fnords only force a response: fight, flight, freeze, fuck. How you go about doing those things is all you. (Still, don’t go all watery thinking you’re a beautiful and unique snowflake).
How you fight. What you flee from (or to). When you freeze and who you’re with when it happens are your responses to own. It’s your Shadow down in your subconscious telling you what you should do about the Clown-Maidens! (…uh, nevermind.)
Fnordmaze Scrying is nothing more than an active, structured way to let your Shadow out into this realm and listen to what it has to tell you. It’s like combining lucid dreaming with Vipassana meditation. And it’s the first step on the path of the #fnordways, the system by which you can take your power back from the fnords.
How does it work? It’s relatively simple. You’re going to visit some corner of the internet you know gets a strong Fnordic reaction from you and your going to let go and see where you end up. On your journey along this Fnordic rabbit run your going to write down Fnords that stand out to you. Think of it like a dream journal for divining the Liminality.
What might this look like? Here’s an example. Say a person knows he/she/they/it/xe hates a certain news pundit who has the most popular show on cable. Everything thing that comes out of that subhuman trashbomb’s ethics-free disinforming mouth is an affront to all that could be right with the world if people like Duckbur Warsfun didn’t exist…
Anyway… Yeah so you hate them. You know this much about yourself. You think you know why, but do you know the opposite? Do you know why other people like them? Are you brave enough to find out?
This is where I pause and remember there are rules to have in place before the journey begins.
1. No money gets exchanged. No matter what Fnordmaze Scrying doesn’t touch an account. It doesn’t matter how juicy the article behind that paywall looks, this exercise is intended to be freeing.
2. Do not engage/leave no trace. Think of this as a journey into pristine yet dangerous wilderness. You don’t want to spoil it’s natural… ambiance, nor do you want to become prey for the savage wildlife that prowls this gods forsaken space. In Star Trek terms: Be a science officer, not a red shirt.
That’s it really for rules and for this purely hypothetical example. If you’ve understood everything up to this point you are ready… Except for that one thing I’m probably forgetting and the one key point in all this that you glazed over. You know the one…
Seriously though, give this a try. Remember the fnordish journal is your lifeline. It’s your string unwinding behind you as you lose yourself in the labyrinth. It’s your sensor array, tricorder and set of field samples all in one. Mine is actually a word document so I can copy/paste things that really get to me and eviscerate them later when I’m safely out of this unholy pit of selfish, egotistical, paranoid priveleged sheep with persecution complexes playacting as lone wolves (terribly I might add. How come lone wolves all say the exact same shit, almost like they have some kind of mind virus.)
When you’re done, decontaminate yourself through some healthy creative cathartic outlet, and put the experience out of your mind for a bit. There’s a time for gaining some distance so as to maintain your honor, humanity, and actually gain something from this otherwise heartbreaking experience.
There is always light at the end of these reality tunnels; you just have to be flexible enough to see it.
The Oracle reminds us that we “don’t believe in that fate crap anyway.” Have a cookie and remember that other people have Fnords too; that very few of us even know they exist; and that it is grossly unfair to expect other people not to be misled by Fnords when we still react forcefully despite knowing it’s part of even bigger games, and that we are being played for fools in equal and opposite measure…
So go out, find a trigger-trap to send you careening into some new lost Liminality. It doesn’t have to be an aggressive trigger like mine was. You can be fnorded just as hard by things you are interested in or attracted to.
However I will advance a warning about experimenting on the right hand side. It’s harder to extract yourself from something that makes you feel good than it is something you detest. Be mindful of the point of all this: we’re learning control again.
Next time in the Cosmic Liminality: how to interpret your swan song/dive into the toxic sludge of Fnord-Smog rabbit carcasses that is… #Fnordmaze Scrying.
“Amid Pervasive Surveillance and social media, it is poetry that can help us navigate our technologically-led-society” says a University of Melbourne expert.
General Instructions (Suggestions really)
Bizarre poems, poetic philosophical treatises, florid social commentary are to be written and broken into pieces, randomly, and spread throughout social media and other Internet forum’s, all with the exact 3 tags. That will throw The Watchers and AI alike for a loop. At least for a while. While they are busy deciphering our latest memetic play, we are long gone into the next one, or out of the Matrix completely.
::Key Tags: #CypherMemes, #MetaPoem or #Poetry5D
How It Works:
First, Agents are given a theme. The dedicated team, we’ll call them Verseions (IDK) each exchange poems and read/familiarize themselves with the works of the other. Now, each poem has an existence in other people’s heads. Agents then draw one of the poems, randomly and decide how best to fragment it. (Fragmentation can be difficult for the original author to obfuscate his intent.) Sentences can absolutely be broken, but NO rearranging words; that’s just uncool.
: Fragments in hand, it’s time to hide our treasure. (Don’t get too obscure.) We want random members of the public to see them and go WTF??? So, comments sections are great, public forum’s. Make an Instagram post with some unrelated (or related) art. Put it on your personal blog. Whatever. It’s fine if the tags don’t pull up in one search: Facebook’s will not.) The most important thing here is the keywords or tags. They must be included to link them to the collective whole. To be nice, I recommend putting a clue as to where the previous and next fragment is located. The game is supposed to be one, theoretically after all. But what are you going to do? It’s Erisian Poetry.
What have we done?
We have now crafted a single Meta-Poem/CypherMeme in 5 Dimensions. Count: The 2 D that the original poem appears on, the 3 D, of the participant’s heads, 4D through it’s meter and through the (miniscule but calculated) adjustment in relativity as your signal travels to a satellite and back, and 5D – the undefined “realm” of digital existence itself. (Is my email to my co-worker’s computer in his office above mine if the server is in the basement and everything is routed through the corporate office in Toledo first?)
Example of Play
After the group reading, I end up with Walt’s poem. As the poem has nine lines, (the real one has many more FYI) I decide to break it down into lines 1-4, 5-7, then 8-9. I post lines 1-4 in a FB group known for TG23. I use the tags, plus a few TG23 tags. Then “#CypherMeme in 3 parts: Oh Captain, my captain.” Then a clue. “My Bird account, 3rd message today.” There, I leave my fragment and put “Comment on Elon (date/time of tweet) with me” Then they get to go through all the comments of Elon’s las tweet to find your 3rd excerpt. Mwahaha… You’re welcome to embed the fragment’s in your own websites or blogs as well.
Say they get bored or think they’re clever and search the hashtag. Suddenly they’ve got “O Captain My Captain, Rubber Ducky You’re the, Jabberwocky ona road less traveled.” Sanity loss!! Instant devotee:
If, by a miracle, some non agent manages to collect all fragments, or even all fragments to a single, identifiable poem, the win a big secret. Maybe they earn a book or a gift card too. Maybe even A BRAND NEW CAR!!! Look under your seat. And your seat…. Okay, no brand new car (unless someone wants to donate, lol.
we don’t want them searching by the hashtag, but if they do, it should baffle them. We know that the AI’s and their human servants search by tag, and that’s whose time we want to waste. It would be even better if your poems contained obscure allusions, riddles, or even formed pictures out of the words.
Consider this training, agent. We must all learn to think in metaphor, allegory and code. Poetry is the perfect vessel for that.
If you have any questions or suggestions, DM Me on Twitter @CosmicHorror77, Facebook at N Metcalf, or my WordPress: CosmicallyLiminal.org
Anti-System of Discordian Magick (WIP Outline by 3gregor)
I. Learning To See The Fnords: Discord, Nihilism and the Dark Night of the Soul
II. Psychic Defense: Absurdism and the power of disbelief (or) How to Hold the Liminal Ground.
III. Reality Tunnels
A. Know Your Own Tunnel (Mindfulness v. No-Mind)
B. Changing Your Tunnel (Bias and Probability)
(A & B include techniques of Chaos Magick and the alchemy of the Great Work)
C. Surfing Other People’s Tunnels (Empathy and Mind Reading in the Fnordmaze)
D. Carving Others’ Tunnels (Fnordian Mind Control)
IV. Hacking Reality: The Collective Unconscious, Memetics and the Meta Programming Circuit (or Fnordic PsyOps)
Please reach out if you would like to participate in writing, production, or just offer ideas for the Fnordways WIP (work in progress).
*3gregor is a head-space, not an individual. Borrow, cite, steal, MIMIC or mock: 3gregor grows and evolves regardless. The OP hopes to ensure the synthesis survives, even if his illusory individual ideagram (i3 = self) ends prematurely..
After some reader feedback, I felt the need to clarify the last post, “Para-Prophetic Memes and the Hyper-Normal Apocalypse Paradox” You’ll find that here, with examples. You’re also going to find commentary on the political state of affairs in this country. So let me start by telling you that I am a skeptic, critical of both sides and I judge candidates by their actions and words, not their party. Moving on…
The classic example of realism v. hyperrealism is from the visual arts. Realism attempts to depict something as it actually appears, a photograph. Hyperrealism is reality enhanced. So, think of your filters on a photo. Normal (and these are my applications of the terms) Normal is people taking pictures of food. Hyper normal is every food pic if Everyone all had cream corn for lunch.
In philosophy, Baudrillard, explains the distinction a little differently. He’s referring to the ontological models we use to make sense of the world. Hyper-Reality is any model that flips the realistic (plausible) with the imaginary or outlandish. He uses the example of Disneyland where the Magic is more real than the model you came in with. I feel like a good example today is Q-Anon. Is DJT really some super secret messiah tasked to bring down the deep state? Fuck no that’s ridiculous; he’s a billionaire and they’re all evil and in it together despite pretenses. That makes Q Hyper-Real in extremis in my mind, but you might feel differently. There’s an inherent subjective aspect to what’s Hyperreality just as there is Reality.
So I said let’s take a step back. Forget about the individual for a second, let’s look at collective behavior, not just models. (I can’t help it, I studied Sociology.)
When we talk about behavior it’s usually framed in terms of Norms (normal) and Deviance (anything that deviates noticeably from the norm). However, if you were to take nearly any population and graph certain behaviors like… IDK, lunchtimes. You’ll find your norm (mean or median usually) and it will make a nice little bell curve around the 12pm mark. Reality is the scattered values where very few people are actually eating right at 12. Normal is the line that shows the trend. Hyper-Normal therefore is when we see absolutely no deviation from from the norm (without risk of being excluded completely from the tribe.) It’s mostly a conceptual state, but examples would be party loyalty either to the far left or right, where questions or alternatives do not happen without ostracization and exclusion (think Cindy McCain standing up to DJT.)
So the argument is that we’re entering a snowball phase of Hyper-Normalization. (How many times do you hear the catch phrase ‘normalize X”?)
So people are retreating into camps and deviate from them less and less as the liminal space between all the different camps becomes *stranger.” In this way, true centrists become the strangest creatures of them all, excluded from power or the ability to establish norms. This is how societies collapse, btw.
Hyper-Normal Myths and the Demise of What Really Matters
What would true absolute freedom be? (Other than the ultimate declaration of lonliness?) Proof of being a specimen of the American Dream of being the biggest asshole on the block? How much did you personally do for that “RIGH” (That’s not a freedom anyways.)
Your “freedom” to be a “rugged individual” is the reason you will die alone in a facility designed to strip you of the last fruits of your labor.
But go on with your “alpha” lone-wolf nonsense. Who are you trying so hard to deceive? Me? Or that frontier spirit that gets you so excited for the meagre portion of your wages that you are allowed to see and immediately spend. It’s so exciting to have some extra $ymbols after all your necessities are arranged. “Spending” is a wonderful RIGHT sn’t it?! .
How much environmental catastrophe and 3rd world devastation will this trip to Wally-World earn? If you are lucky and smart, you might even save enough to be able to afford an all inclusive airstrike on a mideastern village.
So…. Let Freedom Ring! Hail to whichever Chief you’ve decided deserves your slobbering devotion! Your colors don’t run… Unless there’s a sale on flat screens in isle 12.
“Freedom,” as most people know it, is one of two, deadly Egregore that corrupt and polute our inner realms with lies and toxic psycho-hazardous waste. Freedom’s twin demonic oppressor is your “Individuality.”
Now be a good American: Fill Up your. shopping cart. We’ll see eachother again at the Eschaton.
Hyper-Normalization at Work
In 4 years, nealry 48% of United States Citizens somehow managed to normalize the behavior of a… extremely ABNormal man. But consider a few things…
1. Billionaires are not compassionate or selfless people.
You can’t aquire and choose to keep that kind of wealth unless you are vicious, self serving and willing to do anything, exploit anyone for more money, power and prestige.
2. Looking for a Conspiracy? They’re ALL connected to eachother.
When you’re hosting a party you don’t invite people you have nothing in common with. These people see nothing in common with us rabble. They are dragons and want to socialize, play games with, and show off to other dragons. Even ones they don’t like. Those are the best ones to jab. When you’re arranging a business partnership, you don’t sign with someone who can’t hold up their end of the deal.
The only political party they care about is the next yacht party. The Rest is Pretense.
3. Everyone Who Gets Elected to a National Office Is Dirty.
You CAN NOT run a campaign for and hold a national office without dark money, favors for favors, and greasing a LOT of palms. It doesn’t happen. Even if you’re paying everything yourself (which didn’t happen), you need the right friends to open the right doors for you.
HOWEVER: Don’t take this as me having a side. No. False Dichotomies and polarization are Bullshit. You and I have the real things in common.
My Objection is to people who can’t let go. Those digging into their corners. You are becoming zombies, choosing party over rational thought. Demonizing fellow citizens who care just as much as you do, but just have different ideas. WAKE UP!
Any Time You Hear Someone Bashing Other, Everyday Citizens over Different Views
We are being conditioned to distrust, despise, even hate one another based of talking points on for-profit, party-ran cable news networks. The question is why? Why are we being divided to the degree that armed militias show up to protest masks in a pandemic, hang a governor in effigy, plot to kidnap and murder another governor, and assault the U.S. Capitol calling for the hanging of the Vice President? Why?
This is a psy op and you are the targets. Once you see it as a psy op, it’s not hard to figure out who’s operation it is.
The Memetic Mind Parasite has become the true pandemic. Innoculate yourselves before it’s too late. Reach across the isle. Do something… Centrist.
Review: ERIS unveiled, “the story about a mad giggling goddess who gave humanity a mysterious conspiracy to resurrect itself… through interpretive dance!“
Okay. Where to begin… Wow…
Knowing that the Principia Discordia is the book by which all other Discordian creations will be measured, anything new must be brave, brilliant, and totally insane all at once, seamlessly weaving disjointed contexts into something enjoyable. To even begin to attempt a work of Discordian Literature is a declaration of one’s tenuous grasp on ‘reality.’ To return from the project coherent and passable as human is nothing short of a miracle.
Eris Unveiled, ‘the Podzine Pilot’ does all of that. Its author/narrator/protagonist seems to phase in and out between brilliant rationality and divine madness, taking the reader with him. By the end it all seems perfectly normal and sane; Eris succeeds in shifting your reality tunnel, and grasping the tunnel(s) of the zine that much better.
The Podzine concept itself requires a shift in expectations from standardized media. The textual, zine, part of the work is interspersed with QR codes that, once scanned, lead you to audio pods. These pods are incredibly enjoyable interludes… addendums… expositions. They bring a “real world” connection that comes from hearing fellow humans (and very non human elements too.) Do not skip the pods; you’ll miss the point.
Eris Unveiled content is also nonlinear and pastiche. The narrative, timeline, artwork and mixed audio form a “hyper-collage,” if you will. (A collage spanning more than the visual dimension.) Like Blade Runner, Lyotard’s classic example of pastiche; you won’t just be struck by the mixed aesthetic of the work. The line between real and simulation is blurred quite nicely. Plus, there’s actual cyborgs, like real ones, and I wonder if they could pass the Voight-Kampff test.
The reader/listener is going to experience and learn from the mythic past and the not set future, which combine to shed light on our present WTF world. Also, you will find much of what Discordians have come to expect thematically: levels of conspiracy ranging from the mundane political to the abstract and cosmic, a healthy, well researched infusion of esoteric lore – containing insights for both the novice as well as the adept. You’ll find the required drug references, political commentary and most importantly, an apocalyptic revelation worthy of RAW himself. The alarm call is real and it is clear without coming off as preachy in the slightest.
Yet, for all of this deep, rich content, the author keeps the prose engaging, light and it is intensely funny, even hysterical. The dialogues in the pods are another perfect blend of the profound and the absurd. So don’t assume for a second that this work is too heavy to enjoy either sober or tripping balls. Do not make the other mistake assuming that this is an absurd bit of niche humor with nothing of value. Both claims would be accurate and completely false at the same time.
Early on in the work we are told, that we will go through madness, discover the power of myth, and be exposed to a great mystery beyond. Anthropologists might call those the three stages of initiation, and this podzine might be just that. I cannot recommend it enough.