A CALL TO ARMS FROM THE (formerly) BEWILDERMENTARIAN END-TIMES CABAL
It has been too long, comrades.
We bring glorious news.
The Head Honcho awakes.
Yes, it is just as I have said, though I understand any disbelief. The scriptures told us of this day. Buried deep within Mt. Mumbo by the Colorless One three thousand years ago, His Holiness has finally awakened. And NOW, The Colorless One is far deceased.
A team of Heralds walking through the North Asian mountains received Third Nostril Signals of a humongous positive perturbance in the Nous-field of the area. Honing in on the source, they stumbled upon a freshly opened passage into one of the cliffs. Strangely, the snow for at least a hundred feet around it was melted clean off. Upon reaching the passage’s end, they discovered a cave, or perhaps a room. In this room they found many ancient artifacts, including a tomb, which was clean broken in half, and a few codices. Returning to the spot with a scribe educated in the ancient tongue, they uncovered the truth - this tomb, until that day, had held the Head Honcho himself.
NOW, it is time to gather the so-called ‘Three Huts.’ The Associated Royal Guard of the Head Honcho
, the Electromagnetic Erisian League
, and the Dog Walkers
must come together NOW, or forever hold your peace. HAVE HEART, people! The Head Honcho is with us now, and is guiding us, although he is simultaneously keeping low to the ground, for as always there are Colorless Forces scanning every which way. We feel it is most likely that at this point he is in meeting with Eris - it is entirely possible that they are both playing Fetch with Dog, and our Threenity has already reunited.
Many minds in this world attempt to restrain or ridicule freedom as it lives in each of us – often unknowingly, they leave the Epic to the stories, and sit in their cubicles, slowly asphyxiating their coworkers with their weak excuse for flatulence, slowly withering into dust, blocked from the sunlight by their pitiful excuse for boredom (YES, even BOREDOM can be HOLY).
The Threenity warned us of this time. Do you recall? In the holy Tinctures it is called several names, such as the Great Yawning, the Time of Great Snubbing, and the Pause (Even Dog has Pause, but He keeps them beneath Him). Have any of us forgotten? Or worse, have we succumbed to the Muskly Duskly Mustard Dust (colloq.) of the Digital Age?
Nonetheless, the Digital will aid us. Spread far and thin in space, the Digital will connect us as those strings with cups on the end. In the Digital we shall be as arachnids winding our way across the Inter-Web.
What is our job? Oh ho ho ho…You forget, eh?
The masters have always said, “Peace through Bewilderment.”
You see, in ‘piling on the bewilderment,’ as we of the Cabal do, what is the goal? Not simple confusion. Rather, when a person of enough intelligence is hit with enough complex and confusing signal, a state may arise in which the bewilderment ‘snaps’ the attempted grasping of the mind. The absurdity lifts them to get a bird's-eye view of the absurdity of their own
concepts, pulling the person to stand behind
their ideas – so to speak – rather than being submerged and drowning beneath them. This is a sort of GREATER MIND wherein a person is no longer a slave to their psyche, but the PSYCHE becomes a SIDEKICK
This state is a starting point for great potential. This state, we have titled Bewilderzen.
In light of this new terminology, we pronounce a shift in name. We are now the
More information will be released periodically.
LINGUA IN BUCCA, & PEACE THROUGH BEWILDERMENT.