A few years back, I met this Discordian who was real deep into chaos magic. He was a pretty heavy dude — in the sense that he was always talking about fate and death and the mysteries of the universe and what have you. He walked around everywhere with a wooden staff which he had “sigilized the fuck out of”. He was okay to hang out with when he wasn’t trying to enlighten everybody.
I always wondered why such a powerful wizard frequently found himself bumming spare change for bus fare. Like maybe all thouse hours spent charging sigils could have been spent pursuing his desires in more concrete, tangible ways.
I bumped into him a year later, and asked him if he still did ritual things, and he said no, he was into “Eastern stuff” now.
“Like what?” I asked
“like Taoist chaos magic”
“What’s that mean?”
“It’s effortless”, he said sagely. “You don’t do anything.”
somewhere, across space and time, a bong sounded
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This is one of my favorite Discordian parables.
I feel like I knew that guy, or someone very much like him.
At first, I thought this was about me… then, I realized I didn’t have a stick.
When we re-enact this for the school play, can I be the miserable job-hating balloon salesman giving a kid a noogie with a red balloon in the background of the amusement park scene in the sigilizing montage? Symbols that look like “7″ are neat!
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