Principia Discordia
Dec. 10th, 2025 07:51 am When I was in junior high, my RPG and board game friends introduced me to a card game called Illuminati: New World Order, in which players (each taking on the role of one particular "illuminati" group: the Adepts of Hermes, the Bavarian Illuminati, the Bermuda Triangle, the Discordian Society, the Gnomes of Zürich, the Network, Servants of Cthulhu, Shangri-La, the UFOs, the Society of Assassins, and the Church of the SubGenius), seek to take control of the world by taking control of various organizations/agencies (the CIA) celebrities (Ross Perot, Saddam Hussain) locations (Japan, California, the Moonbase). This game, or at least, elements of this game, were heavily inspired by The Illuminatus! Trilogy by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson. I mean, I have never verified that, but I was told it at the time, and it would be very surprising to learn otherwise. And being the particular sort of nerdy kid that I was, I decided to read the Illuminatus! Trilogy, so that I would understand more of the jokes and references in this card game.
The Illuminatus! Trilogy is "a satirical, postmodern, science fiction–influenced adventure story; a drug-, sex-, and magic-laden trek through a number of conspiracy theories, both historical and imaginary, related to the authors' version of the Illuminati" (thanks wikipedia!). It was a very weird book to be reading for young late junior high school/early high school me, and, at the very least, a couple of orders of magnitude weirder than the most similar thing I had read to that point: Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land.
This post is not about the Illuminatus! Trilogy. It is, instead, about a perhaps weirder book referenced in the Illuminatus! Trilogy. And that book is a bizarre short putative religious text called Principia Discordia. When I first read the Illuminatus! Trilogy I sort of assumed that the religion of discordianism and the texts from it were made up for the book, but then learned that they were not, and so I eagerly tracked them down at weird bookstores in Chicago. The edition I have is the one with the yellow cover.

I was surely out of my depth in the 90s in junior high and high school reading 60s and 70s acid-soaked novels and religious tracts, and I think the main upshot of my reading these things was a brief infatuation with zen buddhism which had clearly influenced some of the contents of the text, but obviously the things we read during these formative years linger and percolate and then then the other day, FIFA awarded Donald Trump a peace prize.
And obviously a lot of people reacted to this with the expected array of emotions. After all, it is one of the more absurd things to have happened in an increasingly absurd period of public and political life. And somewhat suddenly, I was reminded of this book which more or less begins with five commandments, several of which are intentionally self undermining:
Anyway, this was all pretty exciting when I was 11-14, but my mind has been returning to it now because we live in a world where an international soccer organization invents a peace prize to appease a warmonger. Both the novel and this religious...zine (I guess) took Emperor Norton to be an important historical figure and/or patron saint. Simply put, Norton lost all his money when the boat bearing a rice shipment that he had heavily invested in sank, and that sort of radically altered his behavior. He declared himself the Emperor of the United States, Protector of Mexico, and Defender of the Jews. A colorful character in San Francisco, he started issuing his own currency, and due to some combination of charity/sympathy/good spirit, folks in San Francisco played along and honored Norton-bucks. He also apparently stared down a mob that was planning to do violence against Chinese immigrants one time by loudly reciting the lord's prayer at them. The discordians like him because his way of going about these things sort of illustrates the socially constructed nature of things like money and political authority. Was he just a guy off his kilter or was he really an Authority in the area? Did those Norton bucks have monetary value? Well, local businesses seemed to treat them like they did, and what more is required for money to have value than for you to be able to exchange them for goods and services.
Looking back over the Principia Discordia, a lot of it is pretty cringe, though I can see why I thought it was cool and exciting as a junior high kid. But one of the fundamental things it is on about seems worth stewing on as we are ushered through this era of absurdity. There is reality as it is without our imposition of labels and categories, and then there is the world as we describe and categorize it, and there is distance between the two.
When I sat down to start writing this, I thought I'd have more of a point at the end, but I realized if I keep waiting to have a good point to write things on Dreamwidth, I'll keep never writing things on Dreamwidth, so, meandering thoughts on a book from my junior high years it is.
The Illuminatus! Trilogy is "a satirical, postmodern, science fiction–influenced adventure story; a drug-, sex-, and magic-laden trek through a number of conspiracy theories, both historical and imaginary, related to the authors' version of the Illuminati" (thanks wikipedia!). It was a very weird book to be reading for young late junior high school/early high school me, and, at the very least, a couple of orders of magnitude weirder than the most similar thing I had read to that point: Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land.
This post is not about the Illuminatus! Trilogy. It is, instead, about a perhaps weirder book referenced in the Illuminatus! Trilogy. And that book is a bizarre short putative religious text called Principia Discordia. When I first read the Illuminatus! Trilogy I sort of assumed that the religion of discordianism and the texts from it were made up for the book, but then learned that they were not, and so I eagerly tracked them down at weird bookstores in Chicago. The edition I have is the one with the yellow cover.

I was surely out of my depth in the 90s in junior high and high school reading 60s and 70s acid-soaked novels and religious tracts, and I think the main upshot of my reading these things was a brief infatuation with zen buddhism which had clearly influenced some of the contents of the text, but obviously the things we read during these formative years linger and percolate and then then the other day, FIFA awarded Donald Trump a peace prize.
And obviously a lot of people reacted to this with the expected array of emotions. After all, it is one of the more absurd things to have happened in an increasingly absurd period of public and political life. And somewhat suddenly, I was reminded of this book which more or less begins with five commandments, several of which are intentionally self undermining:
Looking back over the Principia Discordia, a lot of it is pretty cringe, though I can see why I thought it was cool and exciting as a junior high kid. But one of the fundamental things it is on about seems worth stewing on as we are ushered through this era of absurdity. There is reality as it is without our imposition of labels and categories, and then there is the world as we describe and categorize it, and there is distance between the two.
When I sat down to start writing this, I thought I'd have more of a point at the end, but I realized if I keep waiting to have a good point to write things on Dreamwidth, I'll keep never writing things on Dreamwidth, so, meandering thoughts on a book from my junior high years it is.
