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Life games, music, magic and all the rest. Adventures of the fringe of the fringe amongst the.. "People's Republic of Brighton and Hove"


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Eschaton

For the 69 Cerne to CERN pilgrims, the stay at home pilgrims and our friends in Damanhur

 

Wide open heart, cracks wider, further, more

your lush expanse green mountain shores

overtake us, fully.

We become in this process, this again and again

merger with spirits, with small beings, with Gods, some assigned human at birth.

Learning those coming togethers, a flow motion,

69 mirrors, reflecting ourselves. A bus of fools particles

in shared waves of emotion

follow the clues, be like water, dance

in astonished surprise!

You see the light, in the eye? Each time

it blinks you disappear

to that gnosis feather tickle, that Great GNothing

that doesn’t exist, that is all

that is. The love growing, building in our dandelion hearts, in seeing

community of others like us – dream it, be it – in creation of a

being to make love to the everynothing, ebb

and flow, dance and oscillating power

sparks, energy tunnels up and out. Eris invited

to the party, her maypole dress rotates, green grass vision

of light, delightful play space of

vibrating particles before my eyes, waves,

dark matter. Beneath the earth, the treasure.

Finding each other in the crisp morning light,

from first foot on giant’s hill, climbing, singing,

being, the never knowing, the never why,

the ever flowing, oh my! my! my!

Learning new ways to be and become, jokes and

expression, fake teeth, toothy gums. Bright

brilliant sunlight, deep tunnels of gold. Growing and

Gknowing, new world from the old. Tree and branch,

reverse out of time, Merlin in us, seeds scatter divine

mysteries, possibilities, first fluttery wings. Whatever this is,

as it begins, inside us, unfurling, to reach out to others:

The end a beginning,

we make our way home: in each step, in each beam, in each breath

we make art, we make war, we make it,

how we don’t know,

if we did we couldn’t do it.

Step up and into each piece

between the viaducts of your dream

magnolias, dandelions,

ferns, those spirals unfurl, the expanding tendrils of

a new world.


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Mindfuck of Operation Mindfix

This may be controversial but it seems like a thing worth saying and saying clearly…. A lot of this blog by the very lovely John Higgs really resonates with me, but there’s something in it and the more or less universal adoration of it as a whole amongst the Discordians I know has left me…   surprised.. and y’know… a bit….  Well lets just say I perceive something in all of this that seems to have the potential to mellow out a really brilliant and powerful force (and a daft one) in this whole religion-joke-worldview-wtfm99-joke-religion thing. A force I personally suspect we could use more than ever.

What’s with *this*?

“It is too soon to definitively label and define, but the designer Amoeba has coined the temporarily-useful name Operation Mindfix. As he says, Operation Mindfuck is over for Discordians because it is unnecessary in the post-2016 world. From now on, the ongoing work can be considered part of Operation Mindfix.”

Operation Mindfix. Hmm…  I love getting on the self love evolution leading to world/universe wide shifts train as much as the next meditating, Aya drinking hippie – but mindfixed? Isn’t this something… else? And are these kind of platitudes the way to do it?… 

There are heavy comparisons to be made with the political and wider situation right now and the concept of Chapel Perilous (we have all been making them), and there are also comparisons to be made between the actions of the “alt right” and Operation Mindfuck.

But am I the only one thinking that to equate these things completely seems to miss so many layers of possibility, imagination and dimensionality. The most expansive and terrifying and exciting parts of these things… and the silliest and most fun ones.

Operation Mindfuck isn’t JUST to upset the powers that be, is it? Isn’t it also to free each other and ourselves. A form of persisting in folly a la Alan Watts, a form of healthy confusion, a way to make ourselves laugh and see how ridiculous it all is. Yep, it can get a lot more messed up than that too.. but are people really that free thinking and unsure they’re right just now that it’s no longer useful? Are WE ourselves, really, all the time? Are the other people you encounter? That it wouldn’t make a good part of the type of narrative construction being talked about elsewhere in the blog? Doesn’t look like it to me…….

Besides, in a chaotic world chaos may be one of our best weapons. As John himself says earlier in the blog:

“The real gut-kick is when people confidently proclaim that we should return to the pre-post-truth world, and then think about how to do that, and slowly realise that not only is it impossible but that there was no pre-post-truth world in the first place.”

There was no pre-post-truth world. And people are still looking for simple solutions. They still want those things to solve everything, to be right, to be final. And those with more power are still lying so that the solutions those people wind up going for are the things that suit those with power best, rather than the ones that are useful for people. They’re still convincing people that they are doing things for their benefit which are quite the opposite. Isn’t there… space for disruption here? Space for throwing a few of those golden apples at this wedding they so clearly “forgot” to invite us to?….

Anyhoo – some thoughts and questions, all meant with love. I could probably go on, but perhaps better not. Perhaps on numerous levels I’ve been mindfucked here… by John, by Amoeba, by myself…   who knows? I’m happy with that. Sisters, Brothers and other Siblings…   The antes may be considerably upped at present. Who knows where these next few years will take us. But I sincerely hope we keep playing with each other. And have you considered heating in this cold weather? I heard about a government funding scheme that may be able to help.