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[Literate Chaotic]

AFAIK this belongs in

Literate Chaotic
A place to post and discuss Discordian "philosophy" and "literature"

unless ethics is a rant and not philosophy, which could very well be the case.

Oneiromancy is the best mancy.

Just ask Lovecraft.

There's a weird energy about me of late, and I've been standing at the gates of Chapel Perilous for so long that I've become a part of it.  A catalyst, a tool that the Universe uses as a hunter-seeker algorithm.  When I meet someone, I just know if they're ready for a little surreality.  I'm not talking about culture jamming or subversion, I'm talking about tearing away the dead static flesh and replacing it with chrome adaptation, often by just being the kind of person that other people don't believe exists.

Sometimes it takes a bit more.  Sometimes surreality demands it, and sometimes people don't "want" the expansion that synthesis can bring.  Sometimes they fear the freedom and apotheosis and prefer the comforting lies of illusion.  Where does our obligation end?  Should we let them sleep if they're ready, but resistant, or should the desires of ego be disregarded if it's in their best interest?

Do we have the right to shatter the chains that people have forged for themselves?  I know all too well that you can't help people who don't want to be helped, but there's a window there - an opportunity that arises, when they're ready to be let in on "reality" but don't want to admit or acknowledge that fact.  That's where I do my best work, but I'm having serious ethical concerns.

How much does the needs of the soul outweigh the desires of ego, and when should we - as agents of beneficial chaos - step in with that last little extra push to bring about awakening?

There's a storm brewing. I can feel the tempest winds gathering around my feet, remnants of ego flapping past my ankles as it begins to pick up. I can feel it, alive and squirming, in my gut, in my belly, coiled like a serpent around my dantian. It feels like a primal howl deep inside, for now just reveberating around my soul like an echo chamber, gathering and increasing in intensity until it's released upon the world. Seperation here is truly illusion; I am this storm and this storm creates me even as I create it, a holy trinity of paradox, change, and manic deconstruction. It/I will tear down and build up.

Is this a catalyst for apotheosis? For whom? I can't speculate. I can't seem turn to face up-time, and I can barely remember what's brought me here. I experience, I incorporate, and I let go. Life via catch and release. My path better be a righteous one, because committing to it has taken all that I have. Full speed ahead and damn the torpedos.

Stand back or step up. This storm that swirls around me - get close enough, and you'll feel the wind whipping at your hair, at you clothes, tracing a knife's edge along your cheek like the coldest winter's cruelty. Back away and batten down and you can avoid what is to be, or you can try to withstand it and be transformed along with the rest of it. Tether down or be swept away.

Anything by Les Claypool.  This is a trick answer because Les Claypool has performed every song with every band.

The bass on My Name is Mud is particularly well timed. 

Ba ba ba BA ba ba.  Ba ba ba BA ba ba.

On the Nick Cave side of things if you can make it to "The Weeping Song" or basically anything from Murder Ballads call me.  Babe, I'm on Fire is a great one because it's up tempo and like 20 minutes long.

Reading Prometheus Rising.  My brain is steaming.  Everything is magic.  Everything is not magic.  All is all.  All is nothing.

http://bugmenot.com Avoid having to register for free sites that require registration.

http://www.hermetics.org/ebooks.html Hermetics library of occult and magical e-texts.

http://www.stumbleupon.com/ Visit random sites other users have flagged, rate them, and it sends you to places you're likely to like based on what you like.  Like?

Number Corn:
You die.

Number D:
It doesn't.  It keeps going and going and going and going.

Number Omega:
You decide it has.