What is it? I was looking it up on various websites, and have read the Principia Discordia, but, what is it? Is it just a buch of people having a good time?
I’m not really sure what it is either. To me, it is a big joke disguised as a religion, but i’m sure others can explain it better.
Or even a religion disguised as a joke, you can look at it both ways. To be honest, i’ve tried to explain it to many people over the last couple of years, and i dont think ive told it the same way twice. In fact, the most recent time was when i tried to convert two mormons who came up to me in the street. They laughed. So did I, but only I got the joke.
lol.
Discordianism seems to me as just a bunch of people having a good time, like i said before. It is pretty cool if you read the Principia Discordia and everything, but i understand there are a lot of inside jokes in it from the Illumati (spelled wrong i think) trilogy, which i have not read.
But then again, there’s nothing wrong with having a good time.
Hail Eris!
All Hail Discordia!
Fnord!
lol that’s the spirit.
Evidently the person who started Discordianism was enlightened by a chimpanzee in a time-distorted bowling alley.
What does FNORD stand for, by the way?
HVD,
I like your new Avatar. Care to elaborate on it?
yeah, its cool. It remotely looks like Kerrigan from Star Craft:Brood War
Starcraft rocks!
lol yeah it does. Especially zerg
No, No, No;
nothing beats Protoss. If you know how to use protoss well then you can beat any master of terran or zerg, or even both.
Woooo! Lots of points, superb!
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Starcraft Rocks. As does Warcraft 3.
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Protoss are indeed the best.
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My avatar isnt Kerrigan, but the most incredible villain in any game ever. SHODAN, the evil AI from System Shock.
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Fnord isnt an acronym, it’s, well… I’ll let the author do the talking (the following is an extract from the Illuminatus Trilogy, stolen from rawilson.com )
[b]"F N O R D
Very nice,'' I said. But why did you bring me up here?‘’
``It’s time for you to see the fnords,‘’ he replied.
Then I woke up in bed and it was the next morning. I made breakfast in a pretty nasty mood, wondering if I’d seen the fnords, whatever the hell they were, in the hours he had blacked out, or if I would see them as soon as I went out into the street. I had some pretty gruesome ideas about them, I must admit. Creatures with three eyes and tentacles, survivors from Atlantis, who walked among us, invisible due to some form of mind shield, and did hideous work for the Illuminati. It was unnerving to contemplate, and I finally gave in to my fears and peeked out the window, thinking it might be better to see them from a distance first. Nothing. Just ordinary sleepy people, heading for their busses and subways. That calmed me a little, so I set out the toast and coffee and fetched the New York Times from the hallway. I turned the radio to WBAI and caught some good Vivaldi, sat down, grabbed a piece of toast and started skimming the first page.
Then I saw the fnords.
The feature story involved another of the endless squabbles between Russia and the U.S. in the UN General Assembly, and after each direct quote from the Russian delegate I read a quite distinct Fnord!'' The second lead was about a debate in congress on getting the troops out of costa Rica; every argument presented by Senator Bacon was followed by another Fnord!‘’ At the bottom of the page was a Times depth-type study of the growing pollution problem and the increasing use of gas masks among New Yorkers; the most distressing chemical facts were interpolated with more ``Fnords.‘’
Suddenly I saw Hagbard’s eyes burning into me and heard his voice: ``Your heart will remain calm. Your adrenalin gland will remain calm. Calm, all-over calm. You will not panic. you will look at the fnord and see the it. You will not evade it or black it out. you will stay calm and face it.‘’ And further back, way back: my first-grade teacher writing FNORD on the blackboard, while a wheel with a spiral design turned and turned on his desk, turned and turned, and his voice droned on, IF YOU DON’T SEE THE FNORD IT CAN’T EAT YOU, DON’T SEE THE FNORD, DON’T SEE THE FNORD . . .
I looked back at the paper and still saw the fnords. This was one step beyond Pavlov, I realized. The first conditioned reflex was to experience the panic reaction (the activation syndrome, it’s technically called) whenever encountering the word ``fnord.‘’ The second conditioned reflex was to black out what happened, including the word itself, and just to feel a general low-grade emergency without knowing why. And the third step, of course, was to attribute this anxiety to the news stories, which were bad enough in themselves anyway. Of course, the essence of control is fear. The fnords produced a whole population walking around in chronic low-grade emergency, tormented by ulcers, dizzy spells, nightmares, heart palpitations and all the other symptoms of too much adrenalin. All my left-wing arrogance and contempt for my countrymen melted, and I felt a genuine pity. No wonder the poor bastards believe anything they’re told, walk through pollution and overcrowding without complaining, watch their son hauled off to endless wars and butchered, never protest, never fight back, never show much happiness or eroticism or curiosity or normal human emotion, live with perpetual tunnel vision, walk past a slum without seeing either the human misery it contains or the potential threat it poses to their security . . .
Then I got a hunch, and turned quickly to the advertisements. it was as I expected: no fnords. That was part of the gimmick, too: only in consumption, endless consumption, could they escape the amorphous threat of the invisible fnords. I kept thinking about it on my way to the office. If I pointed out a fnord to somebody who hadn’t been deconditioned, as Hagbard deconditioned me, what would he or she say? They’d probably read the word before or after it. ``No this word,‘’ I’d say. And they would again read an adjacent word. But would their panic level rise as the threat came closer to consciousness? I preferred not to try the experiment; it might have ended with a psychotic fugue in the subject. The conditioning, after all, went back to grade school. No wonder we all hate those teachers so much: we have a dim, masked memory of what they’ve done to us in converting us into good and faithful servants for the Illuminati."[/b]
Yep. Kerry Thornley, who wrothe the Principia Discordia under the pen-name Malaclypse the Younger. He was a visionary, who unfortunately lost his mind in later life, suspecting everyone around him of being a CIA agent. He also believed that he was in someway connected to the Kennedy assassination. In fact, (and this is true) for a time he lived next-door to Lee Harvey Oswald, and there are numerous other times in his life when he was in close proximity to him (same conveniece store, same hotel etc.)
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Yep, discordianism is pretty much having a good time. To this day I cant understand why almost all the major religions are masochistic. “Give this up, Don’t do this, Don’t stick it in this, Don’t put that in you, etc” Even more of a mystery is why people are drawn to them, are we all masochists at heart?
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All Hail Discordia! I love all you guys, no matter what you eat, pray to, or have sex with.
BTW, if anyone is interested, i found a great Discordian forum at principiadiscordia.com
are you discordian HVD?
FNord
i always preferred fjords. i pine for them.
I didn’t see this mentioned, maybe I missed it and it’s there.
The major thing about discordianism is the belief in chaos. Eris (who we believe in primarily) is the goddess of chaos. Everything comes from chaos, lives in chaos. . .maybe we go back to chaos also, but we don’t know. A lot of discordians also believe in bringing chaos to the lives of people who like order, just to remind them that it’s always there. It’s great fun.
So True, So True
FNORD