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The only reason I'm posting this here is because I don't where else to post it, but I want to write.

The first time I took Acid. You know, the drug the expands your mind or crumples it.

I was 15 or 16 years old.

I got it from this this guy that had just sold his bong and weed (he was a dealer) after the dose he took. Maybe thought all drugs were bad or something, but din't matter, he went back to dealing 6 months later. Did it for a while after that too.

BACKGROUND: I was a teen at the time and "indestructible" when it cam to drugs. I took 'em all without hesitation. 

Anyways, he gave me 2 tabs. I couldn't tell what the print was, looked like something Sci-fi, but it may have been a Jesus Christ print from what I saw. Didn't matter. I took both tabs, held them under my tongue, at about 10pm. Didn't feel anything for about 30 mins, as I watched some Chris Rock special, and then things changed.

When CR walked around stage and waved his hands, there was a serious tracer. I think this tracer added to the hilarity of his jokes, which I thought were mindblowingly funny. I can't tell you or write about how much I laughed. But it was an obscene, I remember because my sides hurt the next day.

After CR I think I watched a movie, as of now I don't remember what it was. After that, I don't know what I did. But I do know that I did not sleep, you never sleep on Acid.

I think I was lying in my bed and then at 6:00am or so, my dad "woke" me up. I remember being totally awake at the time, and wondering why my Dad woke me. Well, it was because I had a MASS TO SERVE. I totally forgot about it, probably didn't even know the fuggin' schedule at the time.

I was still an Altar boy back then, came from a Catholic family, served from 5th grade until freshman year highschool.

At the time, I remember just being like, "Well shit, I gotta serve Mass." I was unfazed by the fact that I was still tripping on Acid. I think I may have even thought it would be a fun thing to do, serve Mass on Acid.

I took a shower, then went to Church. I remember when I was fitting my alb I looked at the other servers face. He was some plimply kid a year younger than me and the pimples and red spots on his face we GRoowing and shrinkInG. I thought this was hilarious and laughed. He asked me why I was laughing, and I distinctly remember saying "Don't worry about it." What's bizarre through this experiece is that my twisted sense of Confidence remained intact, I was an altar boy tripping at Mass, and I was going to love it.

Mass began and I proceeded down the isle with a candle (we only had two servers, and at my Parish when this happened we both carried candles and left the Crucifix at the altar, maybe for symmetry's sake). I got to to the altar, bowed, placed my candle, and sat at the opposite side of my fellow server (the crucifix side, which normally would have been occupied by the third server.) While the priest did his morning greetings and whatever, I looked at the arrangement of white flowers that were scattered around the alter, Easter Season. They moved and shook and winked and I thought it what was great fun.

After a while of staring at the flowers I heard "Let Us Pray." I didn't understand the mass at the time but as an Altar boy I knew this was my que to grab the book, bring it to the priest, and then hold it for him while he recited what ever prayer/ reading was assigned for the the mass. As I held the book open, the Priest his arms outstretched as he recited whatever... I remember seeing the words float from the book up onto the priest's alb and imprint themselves. I laughed, and the priest gave me a scornful look, at which I resumed my solemn expression.

After that I went back, and remember looking at the Crucifix, seeing Jesus move and shake and wink every now and then. I had to do the same thing just before the end of the Mass when the Priest said, once again, "Let Us Pray." Afterwhich I brought the book back, saw the priest give the closing ceremonies, then crossed behind the Altar to pick up my candle, beside the growing pimple kid, and then proceeded down the isle to the Mass's end.

When I got home I went in the shower and smoked some weed and each hit I took caused some type of weird sonic vibration in which I heard my Mom calling me, only to listen to it fade out, then realize it was the weed, then do it all over again.

I think I fell asleep shortly after, finally.



What vexes me most about this experience is the sense of "bulletproof" confidence I had throughout the whole thing. Everything was such great FUN, depsite the fact that I was addled on Acid while serving a Mass. There's no way in hell I could find a similar state of mind today. I'm worried and stressed about everything. I think if I took acid today I would literally loose my mind. Even smoking weed occasionally brings on a mild panic attack.

But back then, I was bulletproof. It's not the acid or the story that interests me, but just the state of mind. Like nothing could hurt me, or my mind/ psyche.

Now adays I'm worried and scared much of the time. Not about unnatural things, but mainly debt and self-worth, especially as it pertains to those I care for. This sucks.

The reason I recall this experience is because I truthfully remember this sensation/thought/idea...whatever it was, that I was untouchable, that whatever happened I was going to be fine. But Now? Not so much.

Anyone here ever serve in a military?

I've been wondering about the FFL.

Real question, what if your online identity is your identity. Am I guilty of this myself, probably.

It's so much easier to be interesting online, especially in forums. You can meet lots of amazing people that you'll never meet.

We just drink and smoke and snort and get interesting. It's real easy that way.

Unless there's a group of serious underground, action-oriented discordians that I haven't come across. But really, we just have our fun online, and it's fun, because it AIN'T REAL.

Well fuck me, I've been drinking again. So I'm back here.   

This place is still here, and I know, I failed.

Actually, I will make a discordian Podcast, or "Youtube Spot" of my own. The only reason I shall do this is because I am drunk right now, and I DO consider promises made on these boards BINDING. But the REAL reason is because I just saw the GRR had actual podcasts, and showed his REAL SELF on the web. I did not know this until recently. 

If someone on the Web rebukes me so harshly-or rather- Consistently, while actually showing his RL face on the e-tubes than, I am, by the New tech-rules of NeoMedieval Chivalry, obliged to do the same.

Within 35 days, I shall have posted a video revealing my TRUE FACE, and my words and thoughts on various issues, complaints, truths, fucks, shits, ikes, and other shit.

35 days.

That is my promise. And you know what, I'm going to EXTEND this offer to all on these forums, veterans of PD and Passing Strangers alike. Show your TRUE FACE on the internet. In a spiritual sense this means revealing your soul to the world, in a practical sense it means posting a web video, at least 23 seconds long, in which your face is lit enough for the world to recognize(like seriously, no art-house noir bullshit), while you tell the people what your internet handle is.

I will do this myself within 35 days, and thus is the deadline I offer to others participating in this experiment.

Everyone think about what has been said on the Web by people you'll never know, and realize the valor in giving up your internet anonymity.

35 DAYS!

CAN YOU DO IT!?

I'm asking this community, as well as a variety of other off-kilter interweb communities (most of them are Religious or militant athiests, btw- it just works out that way) to logically deduce something ridiculous, or at least something that seems ridiculous to the uninformed.  That last word means many things to many people, btw. But, I'm trusting this community to come up wit something profound, if not..well, you're out of the discussion.

I saw a copy of Principia Discordia at my friends house the other day and was reminded of this site. I sort of popped in every now then around 06-07 and had some pretty entertaining(and after re-reading them, embarrassing) spats with Rev. Roger that were quite popular at the time. Although I never spent too much time concerned with PD(was mostly stoned or looking to get stoned,) I think the book and this site had a pretty big impact on my life---And one that I think I appreciate. That is a very scary thought, but true nonetheless:)

Hope everyone has been happy and healthy.

BTW is Roger still around?

EDIT: Grammar Correction

[Cameo, A Prophet of Funk]

This is only a manuscript created by the Stewards of Funk Cabal.

Cameo, A Prophet of Funk 

As a member of the Stewards of Funk Cabal, I'm here to inform you of one of our most sacred doctrines and traditions.

THE DOCTRINE OF THE WORD

Eris is a unique and unpredictable goddess, but like the Gods of tax-exempt religions, her essence and message is sometimes exposed through the words and actions of various individuals. These people are commonly referred to as prophets. In in the mid-eighties, a prophet of Eris came to the world in the form of a fantastic funk musician, Cameo. One of their hymns became sacred scripture as well as the inspiration for many of the SOF's Cabal practices and traditions. The Cabal canonized Cameo as a Saint of Discord and Prophet of Funk; the scripture was dubbed "The Trooth of Word," but is better known by its mainstream name "Word Up."

Below is the entire ToW along with an interpretation of each verse by Cabal madman, Doctor Cow Ass.     



Verse One
Yo pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you,
So tell all the boys and girls.
Tell your brother, your sister
And mama too, cause they,Äôre
About to go down
And you,Äôll know just what to do.

- Cameo is informing the listener that he has a new idea to introduce to the world. He tells everyone to spread news that this "weird thing" is coming and to prepare for it. This may scare some, but the last line of the passage assures us that we'll make the right decision when the time comes.

Verse Two
Wave your hands in the air
Like you don,Äôt care, glide by
The People as they start to look and stare.
Do you dance, do your dance quick
Mama, come on baby, tell me what,Äôs
The Word, ah ,Äì word up,
Everybody say when you hear the call
You got to get it underway,
Word up, it,Äôs the code word,
No matter where you say it,
You,Äôll know that you,Äôll be heard.

- The first three lines of this passage are reiterating the importance and power of the turkey curse, in all its forms. The next two lines advise that whenever you make your move, such as your own turkey curse, you should do it quick and allow the people to identify with its message in some way. This is how the movement(or whatever you want to call it) will spread and affect more people. The first mentioning of the holy greeting, roll call, and summoning also appears in this verse. Whenever a member of the Cabal calls out "Tell Me What's the Word!?" any other cabal member or like minded blood of Eris  responds "WORD UUPPPP!!!" This practice was started by the SOF's Cabal but we want to it to spread to all factions and types of discordians as a universal sign of recognition and identification. This of course is not to unite us, but rather to inform others that we roll with Eris. The last five lines of the passage instruct us on how to use the word and another reassurance that no matter where we call out, we'll be herd. I believe this means that people may wonder why random individuals are shouting "WORD UPPPP!" in public and they'll look it up on the internets. In doing so they'll discover the PD and everything. Cameo was a genius indeed.

Verse Three
Now all you sucker. D.J.,Äôs
Who think you,Äôre fly
There,Äôs got to be a reason
And we know the reason why.
You try to put on those airs
And act real cool
But you got to realize
That you,Äôre acting like fools.

- There are many interpretations of verse three and exactly who the "Sucker D.J.'s" are. Now many believe it literally meant punk ass DJ's who were all RUN DMC knock offs and produced nothing of any real hip hop value. But we consider Cameo more poetic then that. I personally think he was referring to people who put on a show so they can feel unique and get attention. They don't really care for discordian ideas or philosophies, they just like having the attention of an interesting group of people(and we ARE interesting.) This is a new movement and there's LOTS of Bullshit(both good and bad) floating around the internets and sub-culture. Cameo knew this and spoke to these dumb asses directly by calling them strait up fools!(and he DID NOT mean it as a compliment.)


Verse Four
If there,Äôs music we can use it
We need to dance.
We don,Äôt have that time
For psychological romance
No romance
No romance
No romance for me mama
Come on baby tell me what,Äôs the word.
Ah ,Äì word up,
Everybody say when you hear the call
You got to get it underway.

-This is the last verse and one of the most important. Cameo begins by saying that it doesn't really matter how one views discordianism, if you can see the light, you gotta take action. He continues by stating there's no time for "psychological romance," or in other words, fantasizing about making a difference, or whatever one's goal may be. Lastly, when you hear the call of "What's the Word!," you know it's time to get down, whatever that may mean to you.

NOTE: Although we perceive most of ToW in a very non-literal and symbolic way, we do place a strong emphasis on dance, especially when "Word Up" is played in public. When confronting someone who's obviously taking things to seriously, we may approach him/her with a dance called the "Funk Walk" as the "Turkey Curse" is outdated and therefore obsolete. The steps for the Funk Walk (along with many mysteries of The Word) can be found hidden in Cameo's music video for "Word Up." The police officers use the "Funk walk" when approaching the building that Cameo and his gang our hiding. When Cameo comes through the door, he uses another holy dance-walk called the "The Johnny-Snap Stride." Both are exceptionally effective when used in needed situations and both are considered sacred by the Cabal.

Cameo Music Video of the Trooth of the Word:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKmtsN_gzMM


Final Word on the Word:

As you can see, the simple words of a Funkadelic Mastermind can carry one of the greatest messages our time. You must remember that this is only one interpretation of the Word. Many members of the Cabal agree and disagree on certain views of The Word, but the practice of WORD-UPING is respected and applied by all. We encourage you to read and discuss our ideas,but more importantly we encourage you create and discuss your own. Cameo is only one of thousands of Erisan Prophets, go and discover your own, or better yet, become one yourself!

Edit: This is first draft.

Has any started working on this? It's been discussed in the sticky, but I haven't been able to find much else. 

In the past few months I've been doing some intense reflection on myself, my life, and especially my generation. During this time I've gone on and off through habitual marijuana use, experimented with a variety of new cutting-edge psychedelics, and had a deep religious experience at a parish-ran retreat. I've met new friends and have had more adventurous and educational experiences. Many things have come to pass in the past three months and I came to many interesting conclusions along the way. Some of which should be herd at this forum. Please note that this isn't directed towards anyone specific at this forum, I just hope it benefits anyone who can relate to it.

Throughout my life, I've met many people who could be classified in the alternative, non-conformist, idealist crowd. I didn't realize it at the time, but there are certain characteristics that this group tends to have in common, some are good and some are bad. The bad characteristics are the ones that make them weak. Many of these "idealist" are just that, they only conceive all these wonderful ideas and concepts, but never have the courage or motivation to ACT on them or apply them to the real world. They live a sheltered life but are exposed to esoteric ideas through the internet and the local Barns and Noble/ Borders. This is how I was/am, but I'm slowly pushing myself to make the transition into actual application of whatever concepts I find exciting and beneficial. Many involved in the occult, discordianism, psychedelic therapy, alternative philosophies, and counter-cultural ideas fantasize about spreading these ideas to the masses or even living them themselves. In the meantime they waste away at a computer screen and get fat. Enough fantasizing, enough dreaming, enough jacking off to the anarchist cookbook...A solution can only come through real action. 

Another characteristic I found interesting and somewhat discouraging is that many of these people are still dependent on someone financially, or they really suck with their own money. This gives them more time at the computer and more time to discuss Nietzsche and Leary over a Vanilla Frapacino at Starbucks. This skews their vision of the world and they never learn the fact that some people need to provide the basic needs for their family before they can begin to question their belief system, or spend time broadening their perspectives on some kick ass LSD. The way our current society operates allows them to become even lazier. They can avoid store clerks and going outside by ordering books, groceries, appliances and even drugs(legal, prescription, medical, etc.) off the internet. Even when exercising they can avoid the outdoors with treadmills (which do 50% of the work for you) and stair masters, both of which are often positioned in front a big TV. They miss the beauty of nature and instead experience the artificial glamor and drama of television.

It makes me sad and ashamed when I see the resources we have at our disposal. The advancements in communications, media, and understanding of the world in general should inspire us explore our universe, open our minds, and deepen our learning of love and compassion, the greatest gift to the human race. BUT NO, instead our society focuses most of its technology and mind power on making things easier for people, and we've fallen for the ultimate product hook, line, and sinker. Consumerism and the quest for self-satisfaction is no longer a curse among the rich, it's an addiction that has my entire generation by the balls. Comradely, brotherhood, and the well-being of the human race have turned from anceint societal expectations, to coffee shop fancies. The greatest aspect of being human is experiencing the power and connection when opening yourself to a fellow human being, whether it be a brief exchange of opinion or a deeply compassionate relationship. The act of connecting is becoming more and more absent as time progresses. 

I feel humanity is nearing the breaking point, the brink. We're either going to implode ourselves through materialism, brutal consumerism, and the lack of intimate communication; or we're going to come to some sort of realization, a reckoning in which the flaws of our current way of living present themselves clearly along with the many available paths to their solutions. A shift in thought will occur and not only the preservation, but the future happiness of our predecessors as well, will be insured. This is the ultimate goal and perhaps the final evolution, the progression that signals the end of the human experiment. aquarians

To achieve, we must act, and we must act from the heart.


-The Mad Doctor, March 23, 2007