The Despair Code (thoughts)

Warning: Discussion of Existential Reality. May lead to Despair (3223412)

Living out here in the Liminality, we spin through the void – somewhere between success and failure, urban and rural, youth and old age, responsibility and recklessness. Our lives are between beginnings and unknowable endings. Posessed by the daemon of Schrodinger’s design we struggle for certainty of anything, and against denial of everything. Wandering like ghosts seeking solid faith in something, swimmers seeking anything to hold us afload, we distance from the joy of loved ones beside us because of the empty-eyed shadows of those who have passed.

3223412 Alas! “This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.”

In truth, we are safest in the Liminality. Because to go over the threshold – to truly Know the unknown, to Become Known ourselves is to release the Despair Code.

It’s all of these, leading to so much more

The inability of man(kind) to correlate all it’s contents perhaps is the most merciful thing in the world, but I think we often ignore the deeper implications (at least I do). And this act of ignoring what should be plainly written is not just a mercy, but a form of denial, a decision (conscious or otherwise) to hide from the truth so plainly writ before our eyes that it is itself a kind of madness, or at the very least inauthenticity in the manner of what Sartre called “bad faith.”

The knowledge I am speaking of is not the kind of forbidden lore found in old moulding tomes like the Necronomicon, nor does Lovecraft really ever say that it is. For it is never only understanding that posits a danger to our well-being; it is the combination of understanding and experience.

After all in The Call of Cthulhu, it is not ultimately the piecing together of knowledge that leads to crisis. Instead it is the Experience of Truth. There is no inherent risk in learning of the touched dreams of artists and dreamers and sensitive types brought about through the mental powers of some unknowable Alien Other.

The danger is in becoming truly creative, in letting down the walls we have erected that keep us from knowing the awfulness that hides at the core of the awesome. We know this somewhere internally and it is an ever present tension in life that leads people to adopt a wide array of strategies of avoidance.
This is perhaps why if you correlate the contents of the DSMV-V, it seems to indicate that we are all of us, at least partly, insane. (Insanity being some form of detachment from reality.)

And so we choose. We choose to either lock ourselves away with the study of books that describe (someone’s) reality, or to go out and experience it for ourselves. It is indeed a rare thing to encounter a person with the courage to do both things simultaneously.

Those that do seem to achieve both states at once sometimes go on to found a religion, or philosophy. Yet more often they meet some tragic end as they recoil too far from the Reality they have themselves discovered. Often, Religion and Philosophy are an attempt to cover or mask the true, awful beauty they have both witnessed and understood.

The ultimate denial.

As above, so below?

Intellectually, I believe I understand that truth. But I can’t articulate it fully. I can at least be honest, however, by admitting that my greatest fear (and all if ours really), isn’t actually in fear of the unknown. The fear is (or should be) a fear of ever Actually knowing in our core how indifferent the cosmos really is. Because to Know (experience with understanding) is to let it in.

To really perceive beauty in the Cosmic Indifference would be to let it take us. Should that occur we are truly fucked (we fear). Because how can there ever be safety should we become like the cosmos: indifferent to life itself?

Stay crazy. Party on. Stay here in the absurdity of the Liminality. Make the most of the short time we have on this rock. Rage for as long as possible. Because whether we ever really KNOW it or not, the lights will eventually go out. Becoming intimate with Reality is at it’s core just another path to self destruction.

DADA Nihilist Frogs Arrive

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 .

Key to the Plane of Crystaline Eyes

Among the crystaline fragments of bygone eyes, Yog Sothoth (the gate and the key) waits brooding for the next great dreamer to come and weaken the veil through the Liminality.

For whom does it wait?

Might it be you this day?

Reality Justice of the PataTapestry’s Metafold Ergonodes

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.

Jerry Goodbonnets Hacks the Liminality no more.

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In the Liminality, the stores shop for you…

I think I wandered into a weird pocket dimension earlier today.

I had to get specific things from Walmart for something my wife was planning on making. I never go to Walmart; I never actually even go to this town as I live equidistant between this town and one about 10x the size. But I happened to be coming from that direction today and was passing by anyway so can I please stop in for a few things? Thanks.

First off, I had this super weird vibe about people and their masks. 90% of masked people were elderly and the other 10% were employees. No one my age or younger were wearing masks. None. Everyone was also perfectly aware of what kind of statement that made. So, the tension between the generations was disturbing.

(Truth be told it’s probably been 9 months since I walked inside a grocery store. Curbside pickup is so much easier. Just build a distribution hub already. I’ll drive into a slot and get the car washed and my hair cut while groceries are loaded into the back.)



Uhh… I’m still in Walmart, right. So, I tried to do my best to fill my wife’s list, guys. I really did. Every section that was supposed to have what I needed looked like a demon ransacked it 5 minutes before and stripped it of everything I needed. The whole store was not like this; only my stuff. After the 4th unavailable item, well, I cheesed it…

…Straight across town to the Piggly Wiggly, which is clearly where the Liminality wanted me to end up. Because today at the Piggly Wiggly, the lights were half off, everyone was dead inside, and the place smelled like 1985. They had everything I needed, which meant I had to spend time getting to know the layout of ancient, mouldering display shelves that you can almost hear them groaning in rusty pain under the weight of too many products. The Products are crammed tightly, haphazardly, desperately, under off-brand signage that was made for fewer products.

This store is old. This store is angry. Built for a time when you could (should) smoke in the isles and people paid with food stamps that were literally stamps – this store had seen things. And this store had been neglected. Denied the luxury of renovation and modernization. It knows it’s glory has passed. It knows the town’s glory has passed. Patronized now only by die hard loyalists and desperate shoppers who are running late, this store is angry.

None of the people in the store had masks, except for me. I was the tear in the fabric of reality today. Because it was 1985 and you didn’t need masks. Everyone were already sick looking in the weird florescent, brown-tiled twilight. Something on the intercom was crackling and it took me a minute to recognize that management was being paged to the front for a mysterious numbered code.

Even the vegetable section was in shadow, y’all! You ever seen un-misted vegetables obfuscated under the cover of florescent dusk?!

Anyway. That’s my story. I’m going back down to the Piggly Wiggly now. It calls to me.

Danse Macabre

Sometimes the graveyard statues have gatherings. These can turn into wild, elaborate affairs with fancy garments made from casket lining, and other accoutrements fashioned from assorted grave goods.

A graveyard statue dance party is a strange thing to come upon in the Liminality. The lights and must are unmatched. Yet they play for stone-still statues dressed in fancy attire.

#Fnordmaze Scrying

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.

Fnordish Example

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.

Go on, go for the “hole” thing.

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.

#WhatIsTheGame23?

Irvingham Bucksworth and Friends prep for poetry night:

Preparation for an event is just as important as the event. It’s a time for practice, drinking and fun between friends. Irvingham Bucksorth is no different. In his prescience, he has foreseen the coming Wormhole, and the Biogenic dance off. (May Many join and seed the dataplex with joy.) He’s not sure about any virus, but he knows antibiotics can help what’s ailing you. The Stars can not help, when they are right.

For equally absurd videos, you are invited to 3gregor’s channel on YouTube. Many more critiques there. (Despite what trolling Sergiios might say.)

Extraterrestrial Growth

Out here in the Liminality, the cosmic strangeness of the “spaces-in-between-being” has its way with our forms; forcing us to evolve. Our thought-forms abandon us. Then the physical mutations begin. In the end, spiritual mutagens ensure that our souls fragment into melted malignancies multiplying via morphogenic mitosis.

Check Out Discordia at the Discotech for an upbeat groove to the Absurd.

The Fnordways

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..