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― possibly the unnamed Chimpanzee avatar of the late 1950s visitation? |
This was on the fifth night, and when they slept that night each had a vivid dream of a splendid woman whose eyes were as soft as feather 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 and gentle voice: "I have come 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 by 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 in 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."
― [Not to put too fine a point on it . . . ] Greg Hill, His High Reverence Malaclypse the Younger, KSC; Omnibenevolent Polyfather of Virginity in Gold and High Priest of The Paratheo-Anametamystikhood of Ἔρις Eris Esoteric (POEE), reporting the speakings of the Goddess Eris utilizing his pineal gland in The Magnum Opiate of Malaclypse the Younger, (Not Junk Mail!) Principia Discordia, or How the West was Lost, or How I Found Goddess, and What I did to Her When I Found Her; Wherein is Explained Absolutely Everything Worth Knowing About Absolutely Anything
"A SERMON ON ETHICS AND LOVE ― One day Mal-2 asked the messenger spirit Saint Gulik to approach the Goddess and request Her presence for some desperate advice. Shortly afterwards the radio came on by itself, and an ethereal female Voice said YES? ― "O! Eris! Blessed Mother of Man! Queen of Chaos! Daughter of Discord! Concubine of Confusion! O! Exquisite Lady, I beseech You to lift a heavy burden from my heart!" ― WHAT BOTHERS YOU, MAL? YOU DON'T SOUND WELL. ― "I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe." ― WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH THAT, IF IT IS WHAT YOU WANT TO DO? ― "But nobody wants it! Everybody hates it." ― OH. WELL, THEN STOP. ― At which moment She turned herself into an aspirin commercial and left The Polyfather stranded alone with his species."
― [Not to put too fine a point on it . . . ] Greg Hill, His High Reverence Malaclypse the Younger, KSC; Omnibenevolent Polyfather of Virginity in Gold and High Priest of The Paratheo-Anametamystikhood of Ἔρις Eris Esoteric (POEE), reporting one of his Epiphanies with the Goddess Eris utilizing his pineal gland in The Magnum Opiate of Malaclypse the Younger, (Not Junk Mail!) Principia Discordia, or How the West was Lost, or How I Found Goddess, and What I did to Her When I Found Her; Wherein is Explained Absolutely Everything Worth Knowing About Absolutely Anything
"And Semper Cuni Linctus, the very night that he reamed his subaltern for taking native superstitions seriously, passed an olive garden and saw the Seventeen . . . and with them was the Eighteenth, the one they had crucified the Friday before. "Magna Mater", he swore, creeping closer, "am I losing my mind?" The Eighteenth, whatshisname, the preacher, had set up a wheel and was distributing cards to them. Now, he turned the wheel and called out the number at which it stopped. The centurion watched, in growing amazement, as the process was repeated several times, and the cards were marked each time the wheel stopped. Finally, the big one, Simon, shouted "Bingo!" The scion of the noble Linctus family turned and fled . . . Behind him, the luminous figure said, "Do this in commemoration of me." "I thought we were supposed to do the bread and wine bit in commemmoration of you?" Simon objected. "Do both", the ghostly one said. "The bread and wine is too symbolic and arcane for some folks. This one is what will bring in the mob. You see, fellows, if you want to bring the Movement to the people, you have to start from where the people are at."
― Illuminatus! by Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea
"But it can't be", Joe Malik says, half weeping. "It can't be that crazy. Buildings wouldn't stand. Planes wouldn't fly. Dams would collapse. Engineering colleges would be lunatic asylums." "They aren't already?" Simon asks."
― Illuminatus! by Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea
"Der Hexen Hase!"
― ("The Witch's Hare", via Robert Anton Wilson, more properly in German perhaps: Sie Gaunerkaninchen! (You Wascal Wabbit!))
"'The Illuminati are just men and women', Maldonado replied obligingly. 'More women than men, in fact. It was Eve Weishaupt who started the whole show; Adam just acted as her front because people are used to taking orders from men. This Atlantis stuff is mostly bullshit. Everybody who knows about Atlantis at all traces his family, or his clan, or his club, back there. Some of the old dons in the Maf even try to trace la Cosa Nostra back there. All bullshit. Just like all the WASPs tracing themselves back to the Mayflower. For everyone who can prove it, like Mr. Drake, there's a hundred who are just bluffing'."
― Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea in The Golden Apple volume of The Illuminatus! Trilogy
"All statements are true in some sense, false in some sense, meaningless in some sense, true and false in some sense, true and meaningless in some sense, false and meaningless in some sense, and true and false and meaningless in some sense."
― A public service clarification by the Sri Syadasti School of Spiritual Wisdom, Wilmette. [The teachings of the Sri Syadasti School of Spiritual School of Spiritual Wisdom are true in some sense, false in some sense, meaningless in some sense, true and false in some sense, true and meaningless in some sense, false and meaningless in some sense, and true and false and meaningless in some sense. Patamunzo Lingananda School of Higher Spiritual Wisdom, Skokie.] Third of the Five Erisian Apostles: Sri Syadasti Syadavaktavya Syadasti Syannasti Syadasti Cavaktavyasca Syadasti Syannasti Syadavatavyasca Syadasti Syannasti Syadavaktavyasca is commonly called just Sri Syadasti; His name is Sanskrit, and means: All affirmations are true in some sense, false in some sense, meaningless in some sense, true and false in some sense, true and meaningless in some sense, false and meaningless in some sense, and true and false and meaningless in some sense, as reported in Principia Discordia
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"But First! . . . You must be sprinkled with Fairy Dust!"