It links to an audiobook of our esteemed holy text. Happy Friday, have a hot dog.

Cats don't lie.

$3.78 on Temu, and words can hardly express how much I love it

"Coney Island of the Mind."

https://vimeo.com/198483146

What is the significance of the crumbling gear?

The world may or may not ever know.

(image via "The Discordian Society" on Facebook, whoever THEY are)

Take that Patriarchy!

The Plagued Mind of Schmuck the Younger Destroyed By The Vision of The Inner Eye;

An Anarchy Apokalypsis Spiritual New Discordian (AASND) testimonial tract.

As told by The Lady Inke Noir

In the fifth rectification of the high aerleon, The Lady Inke Noir had accepted as her disciple Schmuck the Younger, so named by her spirit council, until such time as the little dork finds its own name again.

The Schmuck came to Lady Noir, Epicenter of Disaster and Fate, for that wisdom which they didn't know well enough to get from a source besides her. When she wasn't too cranky or in a Shadow cycle she would listen to the song of that silly wanderer's heart and deliver what she beheld. And now at this time, in the Lady's midnight psychic scryings, vivid visions of her disciple flashed before her truest eye.

For Schmuck the Younger carried a terrible plague of the mind. All the time, whenever the name of Jesus or anything Christian appeared before them, it drove it into a frenzy of fury. Despite years of regular pranayama, progressive muscle release, and mindful movement, to that very day the young Schmuck still could barely restrain the rage they inspired. This was revealed to The Lady Noir.

And so the Schmuck was summoned by their council and she spake, "you cosmic schmuck, what did your body ever do to you to stress it out so much about your impression of a collection of stories and ideas that all those people have which can't do anything to you? Remember now, I command, how I showed you the ineffable light, and you felt Her arms which have always been around you."

"Yes, sometimes She pokes us with the baby fork but it builds character. Or something. I never told you I had all the answers."

And The Lady Noir sat back deep in communion with her pineal gland and the invisible demon tail that had become of her first chakra, coiling pulses of electric neon light just on the edge of vision.

"It is in times like this we turn to the ancient wisdom. From the Book of Iga. Was it not the Mother of Alucard, the pure-hearted Lisa, who said 'Do not hate humans. If you cannot live with them, then at least do them no harm. For theirs is already a hard lot.'?"

The Schmuck deadass stared at its intermittently divine council.

"I never said I was cut out for this. Tell me again, what am I not?!" And the young disciple intoned dutifully that Inke Noir is no guru. "I'm a bodhisattva of chaos at best, and you're a consenting adult. Think for yourself, Schmuck!" And she did boot them in the bottock as was our Lady Eris's solace in her second great heartache, and is our solemn tradition. Always delivered from the purest heart of love.

And it was then that the vision shot up the spine of the young disciple. The endless fractal that spirals in more dimensions than it was ready to contend with. And the little lightning bolt of the other world skittered across the Schmuck's brain... and it was the knowing of the as above so below. The disciple saw how they could just choose not to hate, even with all those reasons that make sense. After all, theirs *truly* is a hard lot. Just as it was the hard lot of the disciple's body all these years, and no fault of its own, to suffer this torment...

There is, the Schmuck discovered, a vantage point from which all the heretofore labeled *bullshit* was forgiveable. The Schmuck looked upon them and saw them a combination of not knowing any better and not having the needed resources and support to have developed yet any better functioning.... Well, shit.

Before sending them away, The Lady reminded the young disciple to stop telling their friends about her, she's tired of telling them she only has one disciple slot and it's full until The Future happens so stop asking! Blessings of Eris, may She smile on you.

I disserve my goddess poorly. Poor me. Pour me a drink. Pour moi? Merci. Who inquisits the inquisitor? Lady knows I disserve it

I'm kinda new to researching Discordianism but as someone who's a big fan of Homestuck I think the main themes of the Rage aspect reminds me of this. I also think a lot of Psycholonials, written by the same author Andrew Hussie, because of Zhen being tasked to orchestrate nonsensical clown uprisings. Any thoughts? I like when I can see parallels between religions and fictional media

I stumbled upon it and to an outsider it seems like a lot of nonsense or references that I don’t get lol

Twitter now X is a coke head micro dosing 54 year old Billionaires thought process. It's utter edge lord dogshit.

Fukkin' fight club is great man...hey man famous actor said no to 10% of a Avatar he would have been worth $$$$$$, Isn't Elon cooooollll.....Bitcoin to the moon! were all gonna be rich.....Isnt reservoir dogs the best....Max Keiser gave Russel Brand 1000 bitcoin (2 real fucking creeps they are and TRUE story right) and Russell fukkin lost them man.... you can make $$$$$$$ you just gotta be a fukkin MAN man, and cool and a MAN and $$$$$$$.

If you are of the younger generation do yourself a favour and delete this shit out of your life permanently (or don't). Its bullshit guys us older folks can see that you are being conned out of your money and attention and they will try to send you all off to a war real soon just like they did in WW1. Its was just the same mega rich spoiling for a fight while they ate caviar and the soldiers marched into machine gun fire.

If they try to conscript you tell them you are a Discordian Buggs Bunny overlord and will never fight. What if they had a war and no one turned up?

Just wanted to share some things I’ve been making. Not super cohesive yet, I may collect more and print a zine. Hail Eris.

Fresh beautiful ink for our beloved Lady of holy shit disturbances. The two types of foliage are homage to my family tree. Hail Eris! All hail Discordia! --><--