Discordianism

Discordianism is dedicated to Eris, the Greek Goddess of Chaos, Strife, and Confusion, known to the Romans as Discordia. It’s central text is the Principia Discordia and it’s central symbol is the Sacred Chao, as revealed to Malaclypse The Younger (FKA Greg Hill, pbuh) and Lord Omar Khayyam Ravenhurst (FKA Kerry Thornley, pbuh) by a talking Chimpanzee at a Brunswick Bowling Alley in the Los Angeles suburb of Whittier. Later, Robert Anton Wilson (pbuh) proselytize Discordianism amongst the “Normies” and “Spags” and “Rutabegas” and “Cabbages” of the uncontacted Discordian Tribes.

The Principia Discordia & Highlights:

The Law of Fives

The Law of Fives states simply that: ALL THINGS HAPPEN IN FIVES, OR ARE DIVISIBLE BY OR ARE MULTIPLES OF FIVE, OR ARE SOMEHOW DIRECTLY OR INDIRECTLY APPROPRIATE TO 5.

The Law of Fives is never wrong. (ex: 2+3=5, 46 is 2 different numbers 1 away from 5 (the hidden 5 in the middle), etc)

In the Erisian Archives is an old memo from Omar to Mal-2: “I find the Law of Fives to be more and more manifest the harder I look.”#

The Pentabarf

The PENTABARF was discovered by the hermit Apostle Zarathud in the Fifth Year of The Caterpillar. He found them carved in gilded stone, while building a sun deck for his cave, but their import was lost for they were written in a mysterious cypher. However, after 10 weeks & 11 hours of intensive scrutiny he discerned that the message could be read by standing on his head and viewing it upside down.

KNOW YE THIS O MAN OF FAITH!

IT IS SO WRITTEN! SO BE IT. HAIL DISCORDIA! PROSECUTORS WILL BE TRANSGRESSICUTED.

FNORD

Eris Speaks!

(From the Brunswick Shrine Revelation) This was on the fifth night, and when they slept that night each had a vivid dream of a splendid woman whose eyes were as soft as feather and as deep as eternity itself, and whose body was the spectacular dance of atoms and universes. Pyrotechnics of pure energy formed her flowing hair, and rainbows manifested and dissolved as she spoke in a warm and gentle voice: - I have come to tell you that you are free. Many ages ago, My consciousness left man, that he might develop himself. 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. (“No wonder things are all screwed up,” Mal2 & Omar concluded, “they have got it all backwards.”) - It is called the Sacred Chao. I appoint you Keepers of It. Therein you will find anything you like. Speak of Me as Discord, to show contrast to the pentagon. Tell constricted mankind that there are no rules, unless they choose to invent rules. Keep close the words of Syadasti: ‘TIS AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NO MINDS. And remember that there is no tyranny in the State of Confusion. For further information, consult your pineal gland.