The Charge of Eris
“I have come to tell you that you are free. Many ages ago, My consciousness left humanity, that they might develop themselves. 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.“
I didn’t write that, but it’s always been a favorite of mine. It is appropriate for today.
This is appropriate for any day, and has absolutely nothing to do with this blog entry. Woooohoooo!
I’m in a very Discordian sort of mood today.
This is good, since I’m a Discordian.
Sort of. I’m technically an Erisian. There is a difference, even though there is no difference at all, except when it’s different. I revere the archetype that is Eris as part of my Super Happy Eclectic Pagan Party Whooohooo (!!!) spiritual practices. No pope-hood. No POEE. Just “unverified personal gnosis” that somehow involves the push-pull between the underlying patterns (Aneristic) and burgeoning chaos (Erisitic) in everything… and I have this lovely trickster goddess archetype that is the embodiment of all of that. I recall Jeremy explaining how heavily aspected Eris the astroid/planet thingy is in my charts. That means something to me. It’s a connection, and I’m only starting to figure out what that is. I’m also delighted and thankful that he checked on that for me.
I am not a hard polytheist. I’m more of an archetypal/metaphoric polytheist.
I think the great mental and emotional upheaval/melt-down of my Inverted Bob Gone Wrong gave me a little “Who’s your goddess now, B.?” nudge in the side. We can’t always cling to what is comfortable. Sometimes a risk needs to be taken. Sometimes it goes horribly wrong. Sometimes it goes right. It can’t be happy shiny sparkle ponies all the time… Sometimes the ponies eat bad sushi and end up getting a wicked case of the gurgle belly. Order is nice, but it’s not as important as it thinks it is. A little chaos can sometimes be the best medicine. I’m a fairly even keel person, so such dramatics are rare for me, yet more than a little necessary.
Yeah. Well. That’s how it is… except when it isn’t. And when it isn’t, it is… except on Tuesdays.
I might wax philosophic about many things of a spiritual nature, but I discuss very little of how it actually works in practice in my life. This is one of those rare exceptions. I don’t divulge a lot. I divulge just enough. As an Eclectic Pagan, there is no road map. It’s more like having a bunch of maps spread out in front of you that you cut and paste into an atlas of your own design.
Sometimes the overall whole ends up fitting in a way that you never could have imagined. The separate pieces interlock to create new patterns out of old.
And then Eris comes in and throws a couple of apples around, just for kicks.
“How you like them apples, cabrone? They’re made with 100% pure banana and a twist of lime.”
And here we are. It’s not simple, but it’s undeniably right. I like where I am going, and I have no intention of getting off the bus… yet.
Hail Eris Kallisti Discord!
As an aside, my haircut still sucks hardcore. It makes the babby jebus cry.
How is babby formed? How is babby formed? It gets me every time.
