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TESTEMONAIL:  Right and Discordianism allows room for personal interpretation. You have your theories and I have mine. Unlike Christianity, Discordia allows room for ideas and opinions, and mine is well-informed and based on ancient philosophy and theology, so, my neo-Discordian friends, open your minds to my interpretation and I will open my mind to yours. That's fair enough, right? Just claiming to be discordian should mean that your mind is open and willing to learn and share ideas. You guys are fucking bashing me and your laughing at my theologies and my friends know what's up and are laughing at you and honestly this is my last shot at putting a label on my belief structure and your making me lose all hope of ever finding a ideological group I can relate to because you don't even know what the fuck I'm talking about and everything I have said is based on the founding principals of real Discordianism. Expand your mind.

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Public Transportation Musings

Started by EmmaE, March 20, 2008, 07:11:39 PM

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EmmaE

I've been questioning my ideas and opinions on spirituality since I was a teenager. Raised in a very secular Roman Catholic home, we didn't so much focus on the more personal aspects of God and the Divine so much as "I just paid 50 dollars for that communion dress, so you're going whether you like it or not". My family just isn't like that; or at least if they are, I'm out of the loop.
Anyway, I digress.

Discordism appeals to me, as it falls into line of what little ideas I've managed to come up with over the years, but lately I've been wondering just what it all means. Chalk it up to being a relative noob to the scene, I suppose, and wanting to learn from the big kids. It's a little intimidating, I'll admit, but I guess I'm kind of expecting a whole "enlightenment or your money back" sort of affair, which works out just as well.

So, I'm sitting on a bench the other day, waiting for the bus, and I just so happened to glance across the street, when I spotted something. It was a dead bird, torn into bits and pieces- feathers and bone everywhere, dried blood staining the tar- with cars driving over it as if nothing was there. I must have looked like real schmuck just sitting there gazing at it, thinking things like "I wonder if someone's going to try and grab that for roadkill!dinner". Eventually, the bus came and that, I thought, was the end of that.

Yesterday, I walk over to the bench again, and I glanced over at the street- and the bird was still there; only, well, less so. This time I felt a bit confused, and I thought to myself "Why didn't the street cleaners remove the damn bird already?"

And as I stared at it, and thought that thought, something immediately popped in my head.

Disorganized order.

And, suddenly, things started to click into place. Not just the decaying bird carcass still laying there from days past (which, incidentally, is still there), but everything. I started noticing patterns in my life; little - and big- events, and ideas, and people, and that things just started to make a little more sense, despite -or probably in spite of- that chaos.

And I feel like I've learned something that day. Once I find out, I'll let you know.
Understanding requires the risk of insanity.

LMNO

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Cool.


Have you read the Sermon of the New Chart?

I'll see if I can find it, & bump it for you.

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