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 .

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.

The 3rd Circuit:

Clip: “Trapped in intellectual symbols and time.”

From: https://twitter.com/timoteopinto/

Timothy Leary’s 8 Circuits of Consciousness Model are discussed in detail by Robert Anton Wilson in his book Prometheus Rising, in which RAW explores each circuit with typical humor and pragmatism.

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#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.)

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..

Shield Your Eyes: The Goddess is Unveiled

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.