• PRINCIPIA CHAOTICA

    From Bruce Johnson@RICKSBBS to ALL on Sun Mar 16 07:18:51 2025
    PRINCIPIA CHAOTICA

    Chaos Magic for the Pandaemeon

    In Chaos Magic, beliefs are not seen as ends in themselves, but as
    tools for creating desired effects. To fully realize this is to face
    a terrible freedom in which Nothing is True and Everything is
    Permitted, which is to say that everything is possible, there are no certainties, and the consequences can be ghastly. Laughter seems to
    be the only defence against the realisation that one does not even
    have a real self.

    The purpose of Chaos Rituals is to create beliefs by acting as
    though such beliefs were true. In Chaos Rituals you Fake it till you
    Make it, to obtain the power that a belief can provide. Afterwards,
    if you have any sense, you will laugh it off, and seek the requisite
    beliefs for whatever you want to do next, as Chaos moves you.

    Thus Chaoism proclaims the Death and Rebirth of the Gods. Our
    subconscious creativity and parapsychological powers are more than
    adequate to create or destroy any god or self or demon or other
    "spritual" entity that we may choose to invest or disinvest belief
    in, at least for ourselves and sometimes others as well. The
    frequently awesome results attaining by creating gods by act of
    ritually behaving as though they exist should not lead the Chaos
    magician into the abyss of attributing ultimate reality to anything.
    That is the transcendentalist mistake,, which leads to the narrowing
    of the spectrum of the self. The real awesomeness lies in the range
    of things we can discover ourselves capable of, even if we may
    temporarily have to believe the effects are due to something else,
    in order to be able to create them. The gods are dead. Long live the
    gods.

    Magic appeals to those with a great deal of hubris and a fertile
    imagination coupled with a strong suspicion that both reality and
    human condition have a game like quality. The game is open ended,
    and plays itself for amusement. Players can make up their own rules
    to some extent, and cheat by using parapsychology if desired.

    A magician is one who has sold his soul for the chance of
    participating more fully in reality. Only when nothing is true, and
    the idea of a true self is abandoned, does everything become
    permitted. There is some accuracy in the Faust myth, but he failed
    to take it to its logical conclusion.

    It takes only the acceptance of a single belief to make someone a
    magician. It is the meta-belief that belief is a tool for achieving
    effects. This effect is often far easier to observe in others than
    in oneself. It is usually quite easy to see how other people, and
    indeed entire cultures, are both enabled and disabled by the beliefs
    they hold. Beliefs tend to lead to activities which tend to
    reconfirm belief in a circle they call virtuous rather than vicious,
    even if the results are not amusing. The first stage of seeing
    through the game can be a shocking enlightenment that leads either
    to a weary cynicism or Buddhism. The second stage of actually
    applying the insight to oneself can destroy the illusion of the soul
    and create a magician. The realisation that belief is a tool rather
    than an end in itself has immense consequences if fully accepted.
    Within the limits set by physical possibility, and these limits are
    wider and more malleable than most people believe, one can make real
    any beliefs one chooses, including contradictionary beliefs. The
    Magician is not striving for any particular limited identity goal,
    rather he wants the meta-identity of being able to be anything.

    So welcome to the Kali Yuga of the Pandaemonaeon wherein nothing is
    true and everything is permissable. For in these post-absolutist
    days it is better to build upon the shifting sands than the rock
    which will confound you on the day it shatters. Philosophers have
    become no more than the keepers of useful sarcasms, for the secret
    is out that there is no secret of the universe. All is Chaos and
    evolution is going nowhere in particular. It is pure chance which
    rules the universe and thus, and only thus, is life good. We are
    born accidentally into a random world where only seeming causes lead
    to apparent effects, and very little is predetermined, thank Chaos.
    As everything is arbitrary and accidental then perhaps these words
    are too small and pejorative, rather we should perhaps say that life,
    the universe and everything is spontaneously creative and magical.

    Relishing stochastic reality we can revel exclusively in magical
    definitions of existence. The roads of excess may yet lead to the
    place of wisdom, and many indeterminate things can happen on the way
    to thermodynamic equilibrium. It is vain to seek solid ground on
    which to stand. Solidity is an illusion, as is the foot which stands
    on it, and the self which thinks it owns either is the most
    transparent illusion of all.

    The heavy vessels of faith are holed and sinking along with all
    lifeboats and ingenious rafts. So will you shop at the supermarket
    of sensation and let your consumer preferences define your true
    self? Or will you in a bold and lighthearted fashion, thieve from
    both for the fun of it? For belief is a tool for achieving whatever
    one chooses to consider important or pleasurable, and sensation has
    no other purpose than sensation. Thus help yourself to them without
    paying the price. Sacrifice Truth for Freedom at every opportunity.
    The greatest fun, freedom and achievement lies not being yourself.
    There is little merit in simply being whomsoever you were destined
    to be by accident of birth and circumstance. Hell is the condition
    of having no alternatives.

    Reject then the obscenities of contrived uniformity, order and
    purpose. Turn and face the tidal wave of Chaos from which
    philosophers have been fleeing in terror for millennia. Leap in and
    come out surfing its crest, sporting amidst the limitless weirdness
    and mystery in all things, for those who reject false certainties.
    Thank Chaos we shall never exhaust it. Create, destroy, enjoy,
    IO CHAOS!
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