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Just prior to the decade of the nineteen-sixtie, when Sputnik was still alone and Ken Keasy took his acid trip as a medical volunteer; before underground newspapers, Vietnam and talk of a second American Revolution; in the comparative quiet of the nineteen-fifties, just before the idea of Renaissance became relevant...
Two young Californians, known later as Omar Ravenhurst and Malaclypse the Younger, were indulging in their habit of sipping coffee at an all-night bowling alley and generally solving the worlds problems. This particular evening the main topic of discussion was discord and they were complaining to each other of the personal confusion they felt in their respective lives. "Solve the problem of discord," said one, the other, "chaos and strife are the roots of all confusion."
FIRST I MUST SPRINKLE YOU WITH FAIRY DUST
Suddenly the place became devoid of light. Then an utter silence enveloped them and a great stillness was felt. Then came a bli ding flash of intense light, as though their very psyches had gone nova. Tgen vision returned.
The two were dazed and neither moved nor spoke for several minutes. The looked around and saw the bowlers were frozen like statues in a variety of comic positions and that a bowling ball was steadfastly anchored to the floor only inches from the pins it was sent to scatter. The two looked at each other, totally unable to account for the phenomenon. The condition was one of suspension and one noticed the clock had stopped.
There walked into the room a chimpanzee; shaggy and grey about the muzzle, yet upright in his full five feet and poised with natural majesty. He carried a scroll and walked toward the young men.
"Gentlemen," he said, "why does Pickering's Moon go about in reverse orbit? Gentlemen, there are nipples on your chest, do you give milk? And what, pray tell, Gentlemen, is to be done about Heisenberg's Law?" He paused. "SOMEBODY HAD TO PUT ALL OF THIS CONFUSION HERE!"
And with that he revealed his scroll. It was a diagram, like a yin-yang with a pentagon on obe side and an apple on the other. And then he exploded and the two list consciousness.
ERIS - GODDESS OF CHAOS DISCORD & CONFUSION
They awoke to the sound of pins clattering and found the bowlers actively engaged in their game and the waitress busy making coffee. It was apparent that their experience had been private.
They discussed their strange encounter and reconstructed from memory the chimpanzee's diagram. Over the next five days they searched libraries to find the significance of it but were disappointed to uncover references only to Taoism, the Korean flag and Technocracy. It was not until they traced the Greek writing on the apple that they discovered the ancient Goddess known to the Greeks as ERIS and to the Romans as DISCORDIA. This was the fifth night and when they slept that night, each had a vivid dream of a splendid woman whose eyes were as soft as feathers and as deep as eternity itself and whose body was the spectacular dance of atoms and universes. Pyrotechnics of pure energy formed her flowing hair and rainbows manifested and dissolved as she spoke in a warm gentle voice:
"I have cone to tell you that you are free. Many ages ago my consciousness left man that he might develop himself. I return to find this development approaching completion but hindered by fear and misunderstanding.
You have built for yourselves psychic suits of armor and clad in them, your vision is restricted, your movements are clumsy and painful, your skin is bruised and your spirit is broiled by the sun.
I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am Alive and I tell you that you are free.
During the next months they studied philosophies and theologies and learned ERIS or DISCORDIA was primarily feared by the ancients as being disruptive. Indeed, the very concept of chaos was still considered equivalent to strife and treated as negative. "Bo wonder things are all screwed up," they concluded, "they have got it all backwards." They found that the principle of disorder was very much as significant as the principle of order.
With this in mind they studied the strange yin-yang. During a meditation one afternoon a voice came to them:
"It is called SACRED CHAO. I appoint you keepers of it. Therein you will find anything you like. Speak of Me as DISCORD, to show contrast to the Pentagon. Tell constricted mankind that there are no rules unless they choose to invent rules. Keep close the words of Syadasti: 'TIS AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NO MINDS'. And remember that there is no tyranny in the State of Confusion. For further information, consult your pineal gland.
"What is this?" Mumbled one to the other, "A religion based on The Goddess of Confusion? Its utter madness!"
And with these words, each looked at the other in absolute awe. Omar vegan to giggle. Mal began to laugh. Omar vegan jumping up and down. Mal was hooting and hollering to beat all hell. And amid the squeals of mirth and with tears on their cheeks, each appointed the other high priest of his own madness and together they declared themselves to be a society of Discordia, for whatever that may turn out to be.
Join me brothers in the Battle Hymn of the Eristocracy!
My brain has meditated on the spinning of the chao;
Its hovering o'er the table where the chiefs of staff are now
Gathered in discussion of the dropping of the bomb;
Her Apple Corps is strong!
Grand (and glory) Old Discordja! x3
Her Apple Corps is strong!
She was not invited to the party that they held on Limbo Peak;*
So she threw a golden apple, 'stead of turn'd t'other cheek!
O it cracked the holy punchbowl and made its nectar leak;
Her Apple Corps is strong!
*"Limbo Peak" refers to Old Limbo Peak, commonly called by the Greeks "Old Limb' Peak"