Discordian sermon - There is no Justice.

There is no justice in this world aside from what we create in it. Causial systems such as karma are artificial constructs that attempt to impose justice upon the universe's unfeeling chaos. Where is the justice for the marmoset eaten by a preditor or the bird robbed of it's nest? There is none because all is lawlessness unless we impose it. Beat the dingo for each marmoset it eats, you will stop it from eating marmosets. But you will have done injury to the dingo and deprived it of it's food source, perhaps a greater injustice.

It only make sense that our lady Eris's daughter is Dysnomia, Lawlessness. In time, we may even see the fundamental laws of our universe proven false and that matter or/and energy are actually being destroyed somewhere-in this universe, or something else equally Lovecraftian in it's implications. But in the face of this horrible truth, more hideious than any that may have been revealed thus far by the Good Reverend Roger, there is hope.

Eris came to me in a vision and held up Genghis Khan's dirty laundry, more specifically his Mickey Mouse boxers (only old school Mickey on navy blue silk in a diaper pattern will do for god's Scourge). On this fabric was written a message:

Your righteous indignation is good. It is right and proper. Go forth and bring justice to the world. If you were to live as animals you would not be men but apes.

You require order to some degree. Get over yourselves. You're hard wired for it for a reason. If all were nothing but chaos, the universe would never have cooled to permit matter. Get over it and get to work.

I was then thrown into consciousness to deliver this.

Discordian sermon - Heart of Fire, Soul of Ice

SOME say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. - Robert Frost

So, which are we dying from as a world? Is it from the fire or ice?

Fire burns is a state of activity. It is a high state of entropy. It throws change off and starts it in other systems like some form of an agressive virus. It breathes, feeds and reproduces via sparks. We could say it is alive.

Do you have fire in your heart? Is there passion there that runs through your veins? Emotions are powerful and frightening, like a raging fire. But they can warm us on those cold nights and serve our needs. They can be a powerful source of inspiration that brings beauty, life, and change.

Or, is it cold in your heart? Is there ice in your soul? No, not in your heart. In your soul, for it's a pain that runs deeper. The ice is such that it would freeze the blood and blends the world into shades of frost and winter. We lose the emotion and passion, finding apathy and depression that is so vast and deep that there is only oppressive weight and silence.

Ice does not move on it's own. It does not dance. Ice does not change on it's own. It constricts and traps other things in it. It can serve our needs, but ultimately, does it truly?

I ask you, my friends, do you have fire in your heart? A pure burning passion that leaves the world aflame and consumes you? Or is it ice that leaves a river of cold air in your wake, freezing the world about you?

I struggle with the frost as it creeps over me, but my heart beats with fire in my blood. I am free, though I may not always see it. May you all be warm in the cold night, and when the frost attempts to settle upon you, let passion free you.

The Value of Chaos: Hail Eris & Loki.

Those of you who know me will realize that I've just comitted an a-typical act and mentioned deties that I usually will attempt to avoid to do so by any cost. Why, you ask?

Mentioning the names of these gods is generally an invocation and something of an invitation for them to vsit me. Having the gods of Chaos visit you can make for an interesting time. Though when rituals manage to include everything from the self-admitted pyromaniac burning themselves, stoves attempting to blow up, the ritual feast turning into a drinking game, and general mayhem, I find interesting is an understatement.

Eris has taken it upon herself to bless my home with chaos. It's been generally inspiriational as much of my recent writing has shown. I think since she's been exerting her influence I have done more painting, sketches, and poetry then I have in years. While my home is something of a study in domestic chaos due to laundry, projects, and dishes, it's become fertile ground for my husband and I to engage in our persuits.

Loki has brought general mayhem in his wake, as per usual. He visits frequently, even if I don't invoke him. At the same time, there has been a great deal more laughter in my home. That's by no means a bad thing. I may be tripping over stuff more often, but I'm now laughig more. And my husband has been laughing more and seems less stressed. On the whole, it's brought good things. Though much weirdness has ensued as well.

Chaos is not only a force like hail on fresh planted fields or that random storm that makes life difficult for us. Chaos is also what allows for chemical reactions to take place and keep life existing. It is the creative element in it's rawest form. It can also be a marvelous blessing.

In short, it is magic. And for it, I am thankful.


Even if I don't admit it too often.