Archive for the ‘Eris’ Category

Roman Era Machinery

December 2, 2006

Wrath, Chico:12, 6006 YD

Eris has confided in me that she greatly enjoys sinking ships, and has expressed that the mayhem caused by the Titanic going down is still one of her crowning achievements in the world of man, but this ship-sinking must have truly made her split her pants giggling. Read on!

-BVH

A 2,000-year-old mechanical computer salvaged from a Roman shipwreck has astounded scientists who have finally unravelled the secrets of how the sophisticated device works.
The machine was lost among cargo in 65BC when the ship carrying it sank in 42m of water off the coast of the Greek island of Antikythera. By chance, in 1900, a sponge diver called Elias Stadiatos discovered the wreck and recovered statues and other artifacts from the site.

The machine first came to light when an archaeologist working on the recovered objects noticed that a lump of rock had a gear wheel embedded in it. Closer inspection of material brought up from the stricken ship subsequently revealed 80 pieces of gear wheels, dials, clock-like hands and a wooden and bronze casing bearing ancient Greek inscriptions.

Since its discovery, scientists have been trying to reconstruct the device, which is now known to be an astronomical calendar capable of tracking with remarkable precision the position of the sun, several heavenly bodies and the phases of the moon. Experts believe it to be the earliest-known device to use gear wheels and by far the most sophisticated object to be found from the ancient and medieval periods.

Using modern computer x-ray tomography and high resolution surface scanning, a team led by Mike Edmunds and Tony Freeth at Cardiff University peered inside fragments of the crust-encased mechanism and read the faintest inscriptions that once covered the outer casing of the machine. Detailed imaging of the mechanism suggests it dates back to 150-100 BC and had 37 gear wheels enabling it to follow the movements of the moon and the sun through the zodiac, predict eclipses and even recreate the irregular orbit of the moon. The motion, known as the first lunar anomaly, was developed by the astronomer Hipparcus of Rhodes in the 2nd century BC, and he may have been consulted in the machine’s construction, the scientists speculate.

Remarkably, scans showed the device uses a differential gear, which was previously believed to have been invented in the 16th century. The level of miniaturisation and complexity of its parts is comparable to that of 18th century clocks.

Some researchers believe the machine, known as the Antikythera Mechanism, may have been among other treasure looted from Rhodes that was en route to Rome for a celebration staged by Julius Caesar.

One of the remaining mysteries is why the Greek technology invented for the machine seemed to disappear. No other civilisation is believed to have created anything as complex for another 1,000 years. One explanation could be that bronze was often recycled in the period the device was made, so many artefacts from that time have long ago been melted down and erased from the archaelogical record. The fateful sinking of the ship carrying the Antikythera Mechanism may have inadvertently preserved it. “This device is extraordinary, the only thing of its kind,” said Professor Edmunds. “The astronomy is exactly right … in terms of historic and scarcity value, I have to regard this mechanism as being more valuable than the Mona Lisa.” The research, which appears in the journal Nature today, was carried out with scientists at the National Archaeological Museum of Athens where the mechanism is held and the universities of Athens and Thessaloniki.

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Your Own Personal Eris

November 21, 2006

Greed, Chico:1, 6006 YD

Feeling unknown and you’re all alone? Flesh and bone by the telephone?

Well, lift up the receiver, I’ll make you a believer!

Available now . . . your OWN, PERSONAL Eris!

The Goddess is too busy instigating episodes like Michael Richard’s recent tirade, and the almost tsunami off the coast of Japan to bother listening to the whiney requests and bitching you fill her voice mail with on a day to day basis – what, you thought all that strife just HAPPENED by mistake? No, the Goddess is out there day and night doing research, poking and provoking people and places and things to reach their breaking points, without the benefit of a personal assistant or crack team of specialists; this is a one deity operation, so she certainly does not have time to hear you bitch about the mundane aspects of your questions about strife, attempts at causing strife, alternate attempts at halting strife or anything in between – but we do.

We have all the time in the world, provided you are willing to pay for it. Now, your own personal Eris is just a phonecall away . . . call us up and bitch about your day, or request revenge, or plead for someone’s life – we won’t promise it will get you anywhere, but there were no promises with the genuine article Eris anyway. At least with us you know someone is listening, or at the very least: recording.

Call us at 1-800-5-STRIFE, or 1-800-578-7433, only 23 dollars per minute! Intergalactic long distance charges may apply!

Call now!

The Order

November 7, 2006

Greed, Harpo:60, 6006 YD

The Order is now online.

It begins.

Ancient Greeks And Eris

October 23, 2006

Pride, Harpo:45, 6006 YD

written by Episkopos Cain

According to Hesiod in his Theogony, Eris is the daughter of Nyx, that is night. Those versed in Chinese philosophy will immediately make the connection between Yin and Nyx, the feminime, the dark and the cold.

However, Eris bucks the trend when it comes to the usual passivity associated with that principle. She is also the sister of Ares, which should give you a clue as to her temperment.

Eris is also the mother of the Kakodaimones, the evil spirits which plagued mankind, according to Hesiod. These he names as “Toil, and Forgetfulness, and Starvation, and the Pains, full of weeping, the Fightings and the Battles, the Murders and the Man-slaughters, the Quarrels, the Lies, the Disputes, and Lawlessness and Ruin, who share one another’s natures, and Oath who does more damage than any other to earthly men, when anyone, of his knowledge, swears to a false oath.”

These are also traditionally seen as the ill fates that were bound in Pandora’s Box. In fact, in Greek, the link is explicit in the mind of the poet. That would also imply that Hope is one of the children of Eris. Something to keep in mind, I feel.

For you fans of coincidence, Hesiod has a warning about the number 5. And I quote “Beware of all the fifth days [of the month]; for they are harsh and angry; it was on the fifth, they say, that the Erinyes assisted at the bearing of Horkos, whom Eris bore, to be a plague on those who take false oath.” – Hesiod, Works and Days 804

However, Eris was mostly viewed as the Goddess of the Strife of War. With the regularity at which the Greeks fought, this is perhaps unsurprising. Her first mention of battle is in the Trojan War. According to Hesiod again, “[Eris] is hateful … [she is the one] who builds up evil war, and slaughter. She is harsh; no man loves her, but under compulsion and by will of the immortals, men promote this rough Eris (Strife).” – Hesiod, Works and Days 11

In the war, she took the side of the Trojans, along with her brother Ares and his two sons, Phobos (Terror) and Deimos (Fear), against the rest of the Olympians and the Greek invaders. Homer described her as follows “only a little thing at the first, but thereafter grows until she strides on the earth with her head striking heaven. She then hurled down bitterness equally between both sides as she walked through the onslaught making men’s pain heavier.” – Homer, Iliad 4.441

Eris even disobeyed Zeus and continued to fight, as the Lord of Olympus had commanded every God to retreat and let this stage of the war be a purely human affair.

Later on, she is seen on the battlefield with Confusion and Death, dragging dead bodies in a way reminiscint of what fate befell Hector after his challenge. “These stood their ground and fought a battle by the banks of the river, and they were making casts at each other with their spears bronze-headed; and Eris was there with Kydoimos (Confusion) among them, and Ker (Death) the destructive; she was holding a live man with a new wound, and another one unhurt, and dragged a dead man by the feet through the carnage.” – Homer, Iliad 18.535

Eris also gifted the Amazonian Queen with an immensely dangerous weapon, presumably of her creation; “a huge halberd, sharp of either blade, which terrible Eris gave to Ares’ child to be her Titan weapon in the strife [of the Trojan War] that raveneth souls of men.” – Quintus Smyrnaeus, Fall of Troy 1.158

She also gets a bonus mention in one of Aesops fables, funnily enough along with the mention of an apple and a very Taoist piece of advice from Athena:

“Herakles was making his way through a narrow pass. He saw something that looked like an apple lying on the ground and he tried to smash it with his club. After having been struck by the club, the thing swelled up to twice its size. Herakles struck it again with his club, even harder than before, and the thing then expanded to such a size that it blocked Herakles’s way. Herakles let go of his club and stood there, amazed. Athena saw him and said, ‘O Herakles, don’t be so surprised! This thing that has brought about your confusion is Aporia (Contentiousness) and Eris (Strife). If you just leave it alone, it stays small; but if you decide to fight it, then it swells from its small size and grows large.” – Aesop, Fables 534 (from Chambry 129)

Eris was not limited to strife on the battlefield though, the strife which inflicts married life is also mentioned. “One day they [Polytekhnos and Aedon of Kolophon in Lydia] blurted out the needless remark that they loved each other more than did Hera and Zeus. Hera found what was said to be insupportable and sent Eris (Discord) between them to create strife in their activities.”- Antoninus Liberalis, Metamorphoses 11

The story of the Golden Apple is an interesting one too. “And all the race of gods hasted to do honour to the white-armed bride [Thetis at her wedding to Peleus] … But Eris (Strife) [alone] did Kheiron [who sent out the invitations] leave unhonoured: Kheiron did not regard her and Peleus heeded her not …” so Eris “she bethought her of the golden apples of the Hesperides. Thence Eris took the fruit that should be the harbinger of war, even the apple, and devised the scheme of signal woes. Whirling her arm she hurled into the banquet the primal seed of turmoil and disturbed the choir of goddesses.” I think we all know the story from there on in (taken from Colluthus, The Rape of Helen 38)

Eris also appears in some other Greek tales, sometimes under the name of Enyo, whom Homer ranked as equal to Athena in martial prowess “[The] goddesses, who range in order the ranks of men in fighting, [are] Athene and Enyo, sacker of cities.” – Homer, Iliad 5.333

She makes many minor appearances in the Theban cycle of poetry, in particular the Thebiad, which tells of the fraticidal violence which eventually led to the epic battle as told by Aeschylus between Eteocles and the army of Thebes and Polynices and his supporters, traditional Theban enemies:

“Fit sentinels hold watch there [the Thracian palace of Mars-Ares]: from the outer gate wild Impetus (Passion) leaps, and blind Nefas (Mishief) and Irae (Angers) flushing red and pallid Metus (Fear), and Insidia (Treachery) lurks with hidden sword, and Discordia (Discord) [Eris] holding a two-edged blade. Minis (Threatenings) innumerable make clamour in the court, sullen Virtus (Valour) stands in the midst, and Furor (Rage) exultant and armed Mors (Death) with blood-stained visage are seated there; no blood but that of wars is on the altars, no fire but snatched from burning cities.” – Statius, Thebaid 7.64

She is also mentioned in Valerius Flaccus’ Argonautica, which is a pretty inferior rewriting of Apollonius of Rhodes’ version of the tale: “Through the terror-stricken air again and again she [Aphrodite leading the Lemnian women to slaughter their unfaithful husbands] makes a strange cry ring … Straightway Pavor (Fear) [Deimos] and insensate Discordia (Strife) [Eris] from her Getic lair, dark-browed Ira (Anger) with pale cheeks, Dolus (Treachery), Rabies (Frenzy) [Lyssa] and towering above the rest Letus (Death) [Ker], her cruel hands bared, come hastening up at the first sound of the Martian consort’s pealing voice that gave the signal.” – Valerius Flaccus, Argonautica 2.200

Eris was also the escort of the dread Demon/Dragon Typhoeus, who Zeus battled deep in the Abyss, though she took no part in the battle itself.

Another important role is in the fascinating Dionysiaca text. Eris appeared in the form of the Goddess Rheia, exhorting him to make battle with the Indian King Deriades, who she later sides with, along with the usual crew of Ares and Fear and Terror.

However, Hesiod mentions there are two Eris’, or at least two aspects to her:

“It was never true that there was only one Eris. There have always been two on earth. There is one you could like when you understand her. The other is hateful. The two Erites have separate natures. There is one Eris who builds up evil war, and slaughter. She is harsh; no man loves her, but under compulsion and by will of the immortals, men promote this rough Eris (Strife). But the other one was born the elder daughter of black Nyx. The son of Kronos, who sits on high and dwells in the bright air set her in the roots of the earth and among men; she is far kinder. She pushes the shiftless man to work, for all his laziness. A man looks at his neighbour, who is rich: then he too wants work; for the rich man presses on with his ploughing and planting and ordering of his estate. So the neighbour envies the neighbour who presses on toward wealth. Such Eris (Strife) is a good friend to mortals.” – Hesiod, Works and Days 11

For Those Of You Just Tuning In . . .

October 20, 2006

Gluttony, Harpo:42, 6006 YD

There is only one goddess, she is your goddess. Her name is Eris, and she’s crazy.

Aren’t we all?

She brings you a message:
You are free. Verily, you are as free as you choose to be. The rules of your society were created by you, not by the Multiverse. Follow them, or follow them not; but never forget they are your own creations, or surely they will crush you. Think for yourself. Wear a hat. Carry a big stick, just in case. I just flew in on the Noon Balloon from Banana City, thank you and good night.

May You Have Bats In Your Belfry Forevermore!

Nice Name For A Planet

September 14, 2006

Envy, Harpo:6, 6006 YD

LOS ANGELES — A distant, icy rock whose discovery shook up the solar system and led to Pluto’s planetary demise has been given a name: Eris.

The christening of Eris, named after the Greek goddess of chaos and strife, was announced by the International Astronomical Union on Wednesday. Weeks earlier, the professional astronomers’ group stripped Pluto of its planethood under new controversial guidelines.

Since its discovery last year, Eris ignited a debate about what constitutes a planet.

Astronomers were split over how to classify the object because there was no universal definition. Some argued it should be welcomed as the 10th planet since it was larger than Pluto, but others felt Pluto was not a full-fledged planet.

After much bickering, astronomers last month voted to shrink the solar system to eight planets, downgrading Pluto to a “dwarf planet,” a category that also includes Eris and the asteroid Ceres.

Eris’ discoverer, Michael Brown of the California Institute of Technology, said the name was an obvious choice, calling it “too perfect to resist.”

In mythology, Eris caused a quarrel among goddesses that sparked the Trojan War. In real life, Eris forced scientists to define a planet that eventually led to Pluto getting the boot. Soon after Pluto’s dismissal from the planet club, hundreds of scientists circulated a petition protesting the decision.

Eris’ moon also received a formal name: Dysnomia, the daughter of Eris known as the spirit of lawlessness.

Eris, which measures about 70 miles wider than Pluto, is the farthest known object in the solar system at 9 billion miles away from sun. It is also the third brightest object located in the Kuiper belt, a disc of icy debris beyond the orbit of Neptune.

The Naming Of Hoopla

September 9, 2006

Wrath, Harpo:1, 6006 YD

1. Now the birth of Hoopla was on this jive: When as his mother St.Babs was asposta marry St.Ray, before they came to be husband and wife, she was found with child.

2. Then St.Ray her husband, being a just man, got rip-roaringly hammered, and passed out in the part of the basement deemed ‘the rec room’, and behold a messenger of the Goddess appeared from betwixt the faux-wood panelling, saying: “St.Ray, thou son of Hamhock, fear not to take unto thee St.Babs thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of She What Started It All.

3. “And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call him PANDEMONAEON for no good reason”. Now all this was done that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Goddess by the prophet Coleslaw, saying,

4. Behold! Some chick shall be all knocked up and shall bring forth a son and they shall call him ERISTOTLE, which can be interpreted as ‘Eris is the shizzle’.

5. Then St.Ray, being raised from his drunken stupor, did as the Messenger Of The Goddess suggested and took unto him St.Babs as his wife. And St.Ray said unto her, over Sloppy Joes and Dr. Pepper: ‘Some crazy mofo said to name the kid PANDEMONAEON or ERISTOTLE’. St.Babs said unto St.Ray: ‘Well? Which is it?” and St.Ray replied: “Fuck it, let’s go with HOOPLA; it’s shorter.” And so it was. Fnord.

O! What A Pious T-Shirt!

August 31, 2006

ThundHer-Perfect Pineal Gland

August 21, 2006

TRANSLATED by POPE LoUDICRUCE (H.I.M.O.D.)
(because Eris Demanded it!)

I was sent forth from the Chaos,
And I have come to those who reflect upon DISORDER
AND I have been found among those who seek after ORDER.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon Bureaucracy,
And you GreyFaces hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to your church functions
And do not banish me from your parties.
Those Bimbos on Limbo Peak know what happens when I am snubbed!
And do not make your ART without me, nor your work.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time.
Be on your guard!
The ” ! ”
Do not be ignorant of the ” ! “
For I am the First and Last.
I am the Honored One and the Scorned One.
I am the Trojan Horse and the Condom.
I am not the wife or Virgin.
I am the Mother of Suyort Xul, and Malcalypse the Younger,
And Omar Ravenhurst, Bob Dobbs and many Others!
I am the Members of my Popes, flaccid and erect!
I am the Yonis of my Papesses, wet and dry!
I am the Barren One and many are her sons.
I am She Whose Middle Finger is Raised,
And I have not taken a husband.
I am the Stripper and She Who Does Not Bare.
I am the Sole Ace in the Poker Game.
I am the Eristic and the Aneristic and it is my Pineal Gland who begot me.
I am the mother of my father’s sister’s second cousin thrice removed and the sister of my husband’s daughter-we live in a trailer park-
and I am the whore of my brother’s football team
and my favorite band is Offspring.
I am the Mistress of Him Who Got Me Drunk.
I am the Ruler of my own Vagina.
But She is the One who got me in trouble before The Time on a birthday.
And she is my hypnotic weapon against the GreyFaces,
and my Power is from Her.
I am the staff of Her Power in his mouth,
And She is the Rod of my old man in bondage.
And whatever hot wax she spills falls on his nipples.
I am the Psylance that is Invincible and the Idea
whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the Voice Whose Sound is ” ! ”
And the Whose Appearance Is Multiple.
I am the Udder Dance of Madness!
Why, you who hate Me, do you love Me,
And hate those who love Me?
You who deny Me, confess Me,
And you who confess Me, deny Me,
And you who deny confessing Me, confess denying Me,
And you who have denied confessing denying that you confessed
That you denied confessing de-Nile, swim for your life!
You who tell the truth about Me, lie about Me,
And you who have lied about Me, tell the truth about Me,
And you who have lied about telling the truth about lying about me
Have confused even ME!
You who gnow Me, be igneous of Me,
For I am stoned also.
And those who have not gnown me, let them blow me.
For I am Gnawledge and Whizdumb.
I am sham artist and snakeoil.
I am banged; I am shagged.
I ate steak and drank Ale; what happened then, I don’t recall.
I am War and Peace-no wait, that’s Leo Tolstoy.
Give head to me.
I am the One Who Is Disc Raced and the Mothership is coming.
Give Heed to my Perversion and my wealth.
Be Arid Extra Dry © when I am cast out upon Earth without my deodorant,
And you will find that my armpits do not smell.
And do not look at Me when I am sitting on the Crapper
Nor go and leave Me without toilet paper.
You will find Me in the Kingdumbs.
And do not look upon me when I am cast out among those fishies in the
Hudson river who nibble at the privates of doomed Mafiosa,
Nor laugh at Me. Hell, just don’t look at Me that way!
Don’t look at me that way!
And do not cast me out among those who are slain in violence.
Because I am not dead yet Stupid!
But I, I am compassionate and I am cruel.
Be on your guard!
Do not obey Authority!
Question Everything!
And pay no attention to the WoMan behind the curtain.
In my weekends do not forsake me,
And do not be afraid of my Calendar.
For why do you despise my POEEs and curse my Pentabarf?
But I am She Who Exists In All Organized Religions.
I am She who is Eris and I am well in a pleasant place.
I am centless and I am Wize to your tricks.
Why have you snubbed Me in your Chaonsels?
Didn’t I tell you not to do that? Boy Oh Boy, you’ve had it!
For I shall be avenged among those who are silly Bimbos!
And I shall appear and speak, *why then have you Snubbed Me you Greeks?
Because I am a Libertarian among the Libertarians?
For I am the Whizdumb of the POEEs and the Gnawledge of the Discordians.
I am the One Whose Name Is Great In Egypped
And the One who has a bad image among the Christians.
I am the One who has been hated everywhere
And who has been loved everywhere.
Iam the One whom the Discordians call Eris and you have called me ‘Bitch’
Iam the One whom they call Law, and you have called ‘Lawlessness’.
I am the One whom you have pursued,
And I am the One whom you haved sized up.
I am the One who has scattered you and you have gathered together.
I am the One before whom you have been shagged,
And you have been shagged by me!
I am She who does not keep Festival,
And I am She whose Festivals are many.
I, I am godless goddess, Chaos, Eris, Discordia, Kali, Black Mad Donna,
And I am the One whose Kat is Great.
I am the One whom you have defecated upon,
And you have scored Me.
I am unlearned and they learn from Me.
I am the One that you have despised,
And you defecated upon Me[for this you WILL pay!]
I am the One whom you have hidden from,
And you appear unto Me, peek-a-boo!
But whenever you hide yourselves,
I Myself will appear.
Then I will hide Myself from you.
This is called ‘Hide and Seek.’
Those of you who have Twister©, may play that too, senselessly!
Take Me! I’m Yours! Good Grief Charlie Brown!
And take to yourselves Understanding for the grief of Charles Brown
When he misses the Kick.
Take Me to your Leaders or I will take your Leaders places
Even that are ugly and in ruin and rob from those Leaders which are ugly
Even though in Goodness.
Out of shape, take Me to yourselves Shapelessly;
And out of Shapelessness and Shape,
Unbraid my members hair yourselves.
And come for Ward to me, you who gnow Me
And you who gnow My Beaver.
Immanentize the Eschaton!
Come forward to Second Childhood!
Do not despise it because it makes you drool and visit the hospital.
And do not turn away Great Nessies in some lochs
From the small Nessies in other lochs.
For the small Nessies are gnown from the Great Nessies.
Why do you curse Me and honor Me?
You have wound up DiscomBoBulated and you blame me?
You lack slack jack!
Do not see pirates where there are none.
And do not cast anyone overboard nor make them walk the plank.
I gnow Purple Chaos when I see one!
For I am the Mind of Mu and the rest of the Sacred Chao.
I am the gnawledge of my NchoirE,
And the finding of those who seek after Whizdumb,
And the command of those who see the
And the Tower of Power is my gnawledge.
The POOEs have been sent at my word, and of Sirius the DogStar
In his constellation by my Chaonsel,
And of spirits of every man and WoMan and Cabbage
Who exists with Me, and of women who dwell within Me.
I am the One Who Is Snubbed, and who tosses the Apple,
And who is despised scornfully.
I am Peas and War has come because of Me.
And “…I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien,
I’m an English man in New York…”
Just kidding, that’s Sting~where were we?
Oh, I am the subGenius and the One Who Has No subGenius affiliation.
Those who are without, associate with Me and
the subGenuii and we are stoned again.
And those who are subGenuii are the Ones Who Gnow Me.
Those who have been close to Me have been igneous of Me and are still stoned, and those who are far away from Me,
Are the Ones Who Are Far Away From Me.
On the day when I am close to you, you are far away from Me;
Do you think I stink?
I am control and The Uncontrollable.
I am the Union and the Confederacy.
I am the abiding and I am the dissolution.
I am the Eristic and the AnEristic.
I am Judge Judy with an erection and I meant what I said!
I yam what I yam!
The continuous push~pull of the Hodge~Podge is turning
The matter~antimatter in the third stomach of the Sacred chao
Which belches and farts and says, *Mu*
Hear me in gentleness and learn of me in roughness.
Iam She who cries out, *Mu, Mu*
And I am cast forth upon the GreyFaces of the Earth.
I pre~pared the Golden Apple Corp and the KSC.
I am the gnawledge of Zarathud.
I am the One Who Cries Out, *Kallisti!*
And I listen fo the echo.
I appear and walk in naked glory to seal the Pineal Glands of my Popes.
I am bare breasted in defense of my Goddesses.
I am the One who is called Discordia and Eris and
Our Lady Of The Starry Heavens.
You honor Me and you whisper against Me.
You who are Van Squished, judge them
(to see how many they were able to squish into the van)
before they give Judge Judy free reign over you,
because the Van and the Squishing exist in you.

For what is inside of you is what is outside of you because
You drank more beer than anyone I ever saw drink before!
And what you put inside of you, you see outside of you;
It is visible and it is your vomit.
Hear me, you Cabbages and learn of my words, you who gnow Me!
I am the ? that is attainable to everything;
I am the speech that cannot be grasped.
I am the Sound of the Name THUD.
And the Sound of the Name ERIS.
I am the sign of the numbers and letters 23SKIDOO!
HAIL ERIS! HAIL DISCORDIA! HAIL ERIS! HAIL DISCORDIA!
HAIL ERIS! HAIL DISCORDIA! HAIL ERIS! HAIL DISCORDIA!
HAIL ERIS! HAIL DISCORDIA!

Invocation To Eris

August 10, 2006

Homage to thee, O Eris, at thy beautiful kaos. Thou twirlest like a dervish, thou twirlest like a top, thou twirlest like a Ferris Wheel which never will stop. O thou Only One, O thou Petty One, O thou who art Bitter, yet also Sweet. Of all that is Sweet, of all that is Bitter, thou hast domination over all. Hail Eris! All hail Discordia! Hail Kaos! Hail Babalon! Hail the Great Mother who birthed us all! Hail the Great Whore who barfed us all! O divine madness, self-created, self-anointed, self-serve, thou art Goddess of Heaven, Earth, and New Jersey, thou did create beings celestial and terrestrial. Live thou in me, and I in thee, O thou Golden Apple of the Sun!