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A = 1 L = 2 W = 3 H = 4 S = 5 D = 6 O = 7 Z = 8 K = 9 V = 10 G = 11
R = 12 C = 13 N = 14 J = 16 U = 17 F = 18 Q = 19 B = 20 M = 21 X = 22
I = 23 T = 24 E = 25 P = 26

I cannot calculate the total of my name.

Wow - as far as Gematria is concerned, I don't exist!

*poof*

aw crap

Y = 15  (sorry).  consider yourself existing again.

Btw - D.J. gives us 22.
22 is a multiple of the thelemic/discordian value of 11
22 has the value of X which is representative of the 'unknown quanity' in algebra......so maybe you don't exist!
carve up an X and you get L V X  or 'light' in Latin (plus the related gnostic mysteries of IAO)

Thus DJ you are the unknown quantity of light. Are you a particle? Are you a wave? It makes sense that ducks travel on waves!

X is a 10 in roman numerals....in the qabalah there's 10 sephirothic emanations on the tree of life. they are formed by the lightning flash of creation which come from the 'X' or unknown quantity, the ain.

is that better?  

i should've known! i had the scrid pc enhanced....


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It's ok El....I sort of expect OB to harrangue me. It's all part of his er 'charm'...

PS - could the ancient mystics have been wrong all this time?  Could the magical mason phrase be "23 scriddoo"?

i bloody hope so...lol

[S C]

Secrets of Cabala Revealed In Discordia!*

As you know, when I am not tending bar, snoozing in my office or talking the scrid out for a walk, I like to twist words, numbers and my brain into interesting new shapes for fun and enlightenment.

As some of you are aware (being the scholars that you are), that in Crowley's Liber AL, it is written that a kabbalah should be formed around the English alphabet. Different Thelemic groups have come up with their own answers as to what these attributions might be. As a laugh, I adopted the system as expounded by the Hermetic Order Of the QBLH and chewed up a few forum related words to see what I could see. Their system of Gematria is as follows:

A = 1 L = 2 W = 3 H = 4 S = 5 D = 6 O = 7 Z = 8 K = 9 V = 10 G = 11
R = 12 C = 13 N = 14 J = 16 U = 17 F = 18 Q = 19 B = 20 M = 21 X = 22
I = 23 T = 24 E = 25 P = 26...oh and Y = 15 (apologies to DJ)

(Gematria: The process by which each letter of a word or words, is converted to its numerical equivalent. Worlds yielding the same value are connected by their common numerical vibration and [on one plane or another] descriptive of each other.)

In this system, the word MANG' equals to 47. Nothing interesting about that. But the letters, S.S.O.O.K.N also = 47! The fun part is knowing that TROLL is also a 47. I always considered myself to be rubbish at trolling. Does this mean I am one? Should I become one? Who cares?

By using theosophical reduction (ie: adding the numbers together..) we can try 4 + 7 = 11. Now 11 is an important to Thelemites as a symbol of the great work, but it is an important Discordian number as I'll demonstrate later.  As a side point, the word WILL, another Crowley classic is 11 in this system. 11 is sacred to Nigel Tufnell and to the English who like to drink tea at this time.

The name LMNO = 44. You may be pleased to learn that LOVE also is 44. But then so is HORAB and MALAUL! Maybe you're all in love? With each other? Or maybe that love is your true nature or that by demonstrating love in whatever way means "we're all HORAB"? Whatever! (though this might account for some of the flirting. Note also 44 is a multiple of 11.)

No analysis would be complete without a BAR (33). Ironically, our friend the scrid was playing JAZZ (33). Those of us that like carbs are, of course, members of the C.L.F. (33). The masons have 33 degrees (shhhh!). IF you're a musician you'll appreciate 33...and a 1/3. (spelled third but pronounced 'turd' if you're from southern Ireland).

The I began contemplating JAZZ. The development of 33 1/3 and the rise of the long player was a key moment in the history of JAZZ. An evolutionary flashpoint enabling the great improvisers of yesteryear to stretch out into previously unknown, unheard and un-thought of territories. Consider the enormity of the leap from early Louis Armstrong to A Love (44) Supreme!

I pursued with the JAZZ angle further as it provided the most fitting metaphor for the forum. Probably any forum in fact, but especially ours.

Like the JAZZ musician there is a theme, or for us, a thread. Everyone collectively improvises upon that thread, expressing their individuality within a group structure. No one knows where it will lead. Sometimes a threadjack is the best thing that can happen - kind of like the way Thelonious Monk would play standards, leaving odd, spikey chords hanging in the wrong places, but still sounding cool somehow.

The board is not unlike the early 1940's in New York, where all the young musicians caught in the soul numbing formula of the swing orchestra would gather together, hang, blow off steam and sometimes get combative on the bandstand. Anyone was welcome to sit in, but that did not necessarily guarantee that one could win the audience and survive.

Like JAZZ, there's a fine line between pushing the envelope and grandstanding. A fine line between artful meandering and going up one's ass. It doesn't always work, but when it works well it is something remarkable.

But these are but the outer mysteries. There is more....but it is shocking    

Then there's ERIS. A 65 in this system. But if anyone gets this assbackwards, then they're a NOOB. (56). Sometimes, people who think they're GREAT (56) act like a NOOB. Coincidence? Yes! But what does it mean and how did it happen? And of course, 6 + 5 = 11 which is why 11 could be a secret Erisian number (but only if you want it to be).

CHEF D is a 66 but so is PIZZA, which suggests that Turd & Roger had some weird connection. Turd aka , JUSTIN gives us a 99. Again, multiples of the (maybe) sacred 11. Perhaps CHEF D got fat eating too much of JUSTIN's pizza? Mysterious enough for you? Of course not! There's more....

There is however, a mystery which will kick those goatbutt kissing, infidel slaying, head worshipping Knights Templar into touch.

Not long ago, I heard a word in my dream. That word was SCRID. I didn't know what it was so I posted it on the forum and received a number of wonderfully insightful replies. It transpired that LMNO's definitions were my favourite, hence the use of 'SCRID' as a figment of OB's ongoing quantum hallucinations. Then the one we knew as TURD said that 'scrids' were those sad, ineffectual, leftover cannabis crumbs. Once again, kabbalistic coincidence reveals all:

SCRID = 59!      

TURD = 59!

We cannot stop here! We must go further! Only now can I reveal the unbelievable truth. It begins........

D I S C O R D I A

Then look closely.....

D I S C O R D I A

Rearrange.....

S C R I D!

By telling you the following, I must initiate you all into the 22nd innermost degree of S.S.O.O.KN. Ready? The essence of Discordia is SCRID TANTRA. That's right. We have to mate spiritually with the scrid kind. Behold the marriage vow:

  A SCRID? I DO!

Shout it out loud! I DO A SCRID!


*DISCLAIMER - The above hermetica-lite is for entertainment purposes only and any resemblance to wisdom, insight or spiritual illumination is entirely unintentional.

I think I just thunk I was getting enlightened.

thinking? enlightenment? keep that up and the zen police will find you....sshhhhhh..

Roses are black,
Violets are dark and doom-ridden,
Sugar is a conformist thing,
And so are you.

0/10

this poetry thread now has everything in the right place.

<the scrid, spots AC loitering near him & his window seat and cautiously tip tentacles away>

/makes things worse

---

On a darkened sphere I found thee

Embittered as sleet with a heart of stone and eyes of pure diamond

A sacred wrath building inside, ready to smite without mercy those who had torn from you that which you loved so dearly

And just as I found thee, you discovered me among the ashes of my empire

Mind spiked with revenge, heart streaked with hatred, hands caked with blood, eyes filled with the fury of loss

A burned dominion at our feet, we watched as the sun melted into the horizon, freeing us from the constraints of daylight and revealing to us the paths our nemesis (for they are one and the same) had taken out into the night,Äôs hegemony

We follow their luminous trail to the sounds of war making and find the nemesis face down in the sand, overcome by one who has blood on her hands and diamond in her eyes

A sister, not of revenge, but of justice

A new cause for this darkened sphere

Salvation for the stained that can rise above and damnation for those who cannot

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my bad

oh dear...that really is quite vile. <gets syn' a drink>.

EMO/Goth Haiku....<ahem>


I sit in the dark
Oh, how I love Linkin Park!
See my knife, glinting.

Yeah, I have that, in places it is abit annoying, but I was surpised when I found out it was a 3 way translation...

i've just finished reading 'hara - the divine centre in man'...or something like that. written in the 1950s by a german guy trying to explain the eastern notions of 'hara'....again, good read but lumpy. take an inscrutable oriental notion, put it in german and then into english? poetry it aint....

Yeah? Im not surprised, Musashi did alot and started early (13 I believe). Kenji Tokistsu is a good writer too, I already have another of his books.

have you read 'ki in the martial arts'? that's the only tokitsu i have, but i did get into it....translation was a little lumpy though - japanese to french to english...lol..

yeah scribe, i agree - doing A-level economics is a long way from warrior culture...lol..

musashi often gets chucked into business sections as well. in my local waterstones though it's in both 'martial arts' and 'mind/body/spirit'.

oh...did you know there's a new musashi bio out by kenji tokitsu? big think hardback monster  

it's going to get worse...


A Satanic-fluffy called Ross
Purchased and inverted a cross
Thought he was unholy
But got pwned by Crowley
One n00b less...so no loss.

This kid got tired of Hanson,
So he picked up some Marilyn Manson.
he dressed all in black,
and melanin he lacked
No, he's not epileptic, he's dancin'.

LOL!!

i tip my mitre to you good sir!