Truth and Reconciliation

Peace on Earth, and 

Mercy-Mild --

God & Sinners, reconciled.

Things Vader Says :

I HATE YOU!

I am What You Made Me.

You Should’ve Killed Me When You Had The Chance.

I Want Them ALIVE!

You Should Not 

Have Come Back.

I Have You Now.

All Too Easy.

I Want Them Alive - 

NO Disintegrations.

Whatever You Believe Imprisons You.

Jim Garrison and the Illuminati 

Discordianism is in direct contradiction of the monotheory- mono theist foundations of Western religion, Western logic and Western law, all of which assume that there is one correct model that is true in all cases. People who are religious in the dogmatic Judaeo-Christian sense, logicians who haven't gotten to Godel's Proof yet, and lawyers of all sorts are the last persons on Earth to be able to appreciate the Discordian philosophy. 

Nonetheless, in a totally Quixotic way, Kerry Thornley, dragging his Discordian history behind him, insisted on getting himself involved in the Kennedy Assassination Mania of the '60s, and went straight to a lawyer — New Orleans D.A. Jim "The Jolly Green Giant" Garrison. He might as well have gone to a Thomist theologian. 

Kerry decided in 1967, after reading Mark Lane's Rush to Judgment and a few other of the Kennedy assassination books, that perhaps his old friend Lee Harvey Oswald hadn't killed the President after all; maybe there really was a conspiracy. Kerry naively went back to New Orleans and had several long talks with District Attorney Garrison, who had opened a new investigation which seemed to be uncovering such a conspiracy. 

Thornley and Jim Garrison did not make a good team together, to put it mildly. In fact, at their last interview, each told the other to go to hell. Discordianism and law do not mix. Kerry left New Orleans and angrily informed all his friends and correspondents that Garrison was an unscrupulous demagogue who was organizing a witch-hunt to excite the gullible and advance his own political career. Garrison's aides struck back with a series of ridiculous charges against Thornley. 

Naturally, I got drawn into the controversy. 

That was when I really began to understand how arbitrary are the reality-constructs of the average human nervous system. The establishment press was 100% anti-Garrison and denied all of his charges. The underground press was 100% pro-Garrison and supported all of his charges. In Leary's language, all the signals that could be organized into a "good" Garrison Gestalt were transmitted freely and omnidirectionally in the underground press game, while all signals suggestive of a "bad" Garrison, or inconsistent with a "good" Garrison, were smoothly, efficiently reserved for the Establishment press game. 

"My God," the Libertarian said to himself one day in early 1968, when this had become clear, "the left wing is as robotic as the right wing." (We apologize for our naivete in taking until 1968 to figure that out.) 

It certainly illustrated the first law of Discordianism: "Convictions cause convicts." Whatever you believe imprisons you. 

Thornley, as I had gotten to know him through the mails and then through visits, was a humorous, agnostic, libertarian person who was dogmatic about only two things: anarchism and pacifism. It was against his personal ethic to destroy life in any form. It was impossible for one to consider him seriously as a participant in a conspiracy to murder anybody. 

And yet, in the underground press, Thornley and the other Garrison suspects were pictured as a weird gang of homosexual Satanic C.I.A. Nazi fanatics. It was the McCarthyism of the '50s all over again, coming from the left this time. 

("There seem to be a lot of different realities going around these days," Abbie Hoffman said during the Democratic Convention horrors of 1968; that may well be the only intelligent thing he ever said.) 

From that time to this the Skeptic has made it a point to read one or two periodicals every month put out by some political or religious group he despises, just to see what sort of signals are being screened out by his habitual reality-maps. It is most educational. 

(Aleister Crowley and Bertrand Russell, respectively the outstanding mystic and the outstanding rationalist of the 20th Century, have also recommended this practice. It is one of the best ways to discover how Nasrudin's donkey—the self-metaprogrammer—works.) 

Meanwhile, Thornley discovered that Allan Chapman, of Texas, one of Garrison's aides, believed the JFK assassination was the work of the Bavarian Illuminati. Of course, I had been an expert on that subject (I thought) for a number of years, and Garrison's involvement in it encouraged me to enter the belief system that Garrison was a paranoid or a demagogue or both. There simply were no real Illuminati; it was all a rightwing fantasy-a sanitized version of the tired old Elders-of- Zion mythology. Although the underground press was absolutely fundamentalist in its allegiance to the Garrison Revelations, it was also intensely gullible and eager to believe all manner of additional conspiracy theories, the weirder the better. Most Discord ians, at this time, were contributors to underground newspapers all over the country. We began surfacing the Discordian Society, issuing position papers offering non-violent anarchist techniques to mutate our robot-society. One was our "PURSE" plan (Permanent Universal Rent Strike Exchange) in which everybody simply stops paying rent forever. (Can they dispossess us all into the Atlantic and Pacific?) Another was our "PUTZ" plan (Permanent Universal Tax Zap), in which everybody stops paying taxes. Along with this we planted numerous stories about the Discordian Society's aeon-old war against the sinister Illuminati. We accused everybody of being in the Illuminati— Nixon, Johnson, William Buckley, Jr., ourselves, Martian invaders, all the conspiracy buffs, everybody. We did not regard this as a hoax or prank in the ordinary sense. We still considered it guerrilla ontology. My personal attitude was that if the New Left wanted to live in the particular tunnel-reality of the hard-core paranoid, they had an absolute right to that neurological choice. I saw Discordianism as the Cosmic Giggle Factor, introducing so many alternative paranoias that everybody could pick a favorite, if they were inclined that way. I also hoped that some less gullible souls, overwhelmed by this embarrassment of riches, might see through the whole paranoia game and decide to mutate to a wider, funnier, more hopeful reality-map. The distinguished poet Ed Sanders, author of Fuck God Up The Ass and other immortal works, once sent me an urgent message, warning, "There's nothing funny about the Illuminati. They're real!" I laughed immoderately, as the Fool always does before the doors of Chapel Perilous swing shut behind him. The Discordian revelations seem to have pressed a magick button. New exposes of the Illuminati began to appear everywhere, in journals ranging from the extreme Right to the ultra-Left. Some of this was definitely not coming from us Discordians. In fact, one article in the Los Angeles Free Press in 1969 consisted of a taped interview with a black phone-caller who claimed to represent the "Black Mass," an Afro-Discordian conspiracy we had never heard of. He took credit, on behalf of the Black Mass and the Discordians, for all the bombings elsewhere attributed to the Weather Underground. 

Other articles claimed the Illuminati definitely were a Jesuit conspiracy, a Zionist conspiracy, a bankers' conspiracy, etc., and accused such worthies as FDR, J. Edgar Hoover, Lenin, Aleister Crowley, Jefferson and even Charlemagne of being members of it, whatever it was. All this inspired Bob Shea and me to start work on the gigantic novel which finally emerged as the Illuminatus trilogy. We made The Discordians The Good Guys and The Illuminati The Bad Guys in an epic of convoluted treachery that satirized all conspiracy theories of Left and Right. 

A good omen early in the writing cheered us vastly. A search through the Discordian Archives revealed that the earliest of Discordian holy books—How the West Was Lost, by Maladypse the Younger (Greg Hill)—was originally printed, after office hours, on the Xerox machine of D.A. Jim Garrison, in summer 1963. (Greg's girlfriend was Garrison's secretary.) That would be about the time when Oswald was ordering the Carcano rifle and I was having my experience with the green man in the cornfield, and by this time we were all too sophisticated to dismiss such a pattern as "mere coincidence." Synchronicity, by Goddess, was afoot. . . and the weirdness was increasing. For instance, we Discordians had a mystic sign, like the Masons and everybody else. Ours was blandly lifted from good old Tory warmonger Winston Churchill; it was the V-for-Victory Winnie had used all through World War II. Of course, to us, it had special Discordian meanings: theV, being the Roman numeral for 5, illustrated the Law of Fives. The way the sign is made, with 2 fingers up and 3 bent down, exemplifies the hidden 23 within the Law of Fives. The fact that this sign is also used by Catholic priests in blessing and by Satanists in invoking the devil illustrates the essential ambiguity of all symbolism, or the Cosmic Giggle Factor. Between the first edition of the Principia Discordia, run off on Jim Garrison's Xerox machine in 1963, and the fourth edition, published by Rip-Off Press in Berkeley in 1969, only 3,125 copies of that basic Discordian text were ever distributed. Nonetheless, the V sign, somehow, got accepted by the whole counter-culture, especially circa 1966-70. One saw hundreds of thousands of protesters using it at the Pentagon demonstration in October 1967 and again at the Democratic convention of 1968. The odd part was that virtually nobody using it was aware that we Discordians had revived i t . . . The Pentagon itself, of course, is a sacred Discordian shrine, both because it is five-sided* and because the Byzantine bureaucracy there enshrined illustrates so wonderfully the basic Discordian sociological law enunciated by Kerry Thornley in The Gospel According to Fred: "Imposition of Order = Escalation of Chaos." I attended the Pentagon protest in October 1967—where the Yippies attempted to expel the Demon, Yog-Sothoth, by chanting, "Out, demon, out!" -and all of it, especially the V signs, seemed as if the Discordian version of surrealism was becoming a new political reality. The next year the Yippies ran a pig for President. A psychologist named Richard Ryan, in New Jersey, read some of the Discordian literature and wrote to tell me another 23 mindfuck. Ryan had overheard a psychiatrist, in a mental hospital where they both worked, giving a royal asschewing to a nurse who'd made a mistake. "When I say 23 c c , " the psychiatrist had shouted, "I want 23 cc.-not 24 cc." Ryan heard this on his way to visit a ward with chronic schizophrenics. When he entered the ward, one of the schizzies said to him, in a tone of anxiety, "Yes, yes, 23 cc."

Godfather III — The Last Jedi

You Cannot Understand Darth Vader Unless You Understand Godfather III

 

Darth Vader is The Ultimate Father.

Luke Skywalker is not - He is 

The Ultimate Uncle.

"It turns out massacres are  a lot like sitting through Godfather III - once is enough."

Krevlornswoth of the Deathwok Clan

"I'm Your Little Cousin"

Mary Corleone,

Daughter of Commendatori Michael Corleone

Knight-Commander of the Order of St. Sebastian

Hell Hath No Fury Like
Connie Corleone

Mary Corleone walks over to Vincent.

MARY

Hi Vincent. I remember you.

VINCENT

You remember me? From where?

MARY

From the last time we had a party together.

VINCENT

Did you come down to the club?

MARY

No, it was a wedding.

VINCENT

A wedding?

MARY

I was 8; and you were 15

VINCENT

Well I, I had a lot of girlfriends when I was 15.

MARY

8 year olds?

VINCENT

Especially 8 year olds!

CUT TO: Connie.

CONNIE

Where’s Mary? 
Would somebody please hail Mary. 
Excuse me your Excellency.

CUT: Back to Mary and Vincent.

MARY

You know? 
You haven’t kissed me hello yet. 
Relatives always kiss.

VINCENT (Laughs)

Oh, now we’re related?

MARY

I’m your little cousin.

VINCENT (thinking)

Who’s your father?

MARY

I’ll give you a hint: he’s Italian.

******

CUT TO: The cafe. We overhear some of Vincent’s men about a meeting which is supposed to be taking place but isn't due to the absence of a member. 

Vincent and Mary are at a table in the cafe with the old ladies who are just leaving.
OLD LADY #1
I trust you.

VINCENT

Don't worry about it.

OLD LADY #1
Thank you very much.

MARYBye bye.

VINCENT

Enjoy yourself.

The old ladies leave.
MARY

What was that?

VINCENT
The neighborhood's in trouble…

MARY
You keep your eye out for it?

VINCENT
That's right.

MARY

And for me?

VINCENT
From now on.

MARY
I missed you all this time.

VINCENT
I missed you, too, cousin. 

I missed growing up with all my cousins. I didn't even know you and I missed you.

MARY
Do you remember stories about, our fathers, the old days?

VINCENT
Yeah, what do you wanna know?

MARY
What was Sonny like?

VINCENT
He was the Prince of the city. 

Yeah -- he died before I was born but I heard a million stories about him, he was a legend.

MARY
What about my father?

VINCENT
A great man, your father. 

He's a hero, he saved the family.

MARY
Vincent…?

VINCENT
What?

MARY
Did he kill his own brother?

VINCENT (pauses)
No.

MARY
So those’re all lies?

VINCENT
Just stories, sweetheart. Okay?

MARY
Okay. I believe you. I'm glad you're around.

VINCENT
I'm glad you're here, too. 

Vincent and Mary kiss.

*****

CUT TO: The cafe. We overhear some of Vincent’s men about a meeting which is supposed to be taking place but isn't due to the absence of a member. Vincent and Mary are at a table in the cafe with the old ladies who are just leaving.
OLD LADY #1
I trust you.
VINCENT
Don't worry about it.
OLD LADY #1
Thank you very much.
MARY
Bye bye.
VINCENT
Enjoy yourself.




MARY

What was that?

VINCENT

The neighborhood's in trouble…



MARY

You keep your eye out for it?



VINCENT

That's right.



MARY

And for me?



VINCENT

From now on.



MARY

I missed you all this time.



VINCENT

I missed you, too, cousin. I missed growing up with all my cousins. I didn't even know you and I missed you.



MARY

Do you remember stories about, our fathers, the old days?



VINCENT

Yeah, what do you wanna know?



MARY

What was Sonny like?



VINCENT

He was The Prince of The City.

Yeah -- he died before I was born but I heard a million stories about him, he was a legend.



MARY

What about my father?



VINCENT

A great man, your father.

\He's a hero, he saved the family.



MARY

Vincent…?



VINCENT

What?



MARY

Did he kill his own brother?



VINCENT (pauses)

No.



MARY

So those’re all lies?



VINCENT

Just stories, sweetheart. Okay?



MARY
Okay. I believe you. I'm glad you're around.

VINCENT I'm glad you're here, too.

CUT: Back to the drawing room. Vincent and Connie are still talking.

CONNIE
You are the only one left in this family with my father's strength. 
If anything happens to Michael, I want you to strike back.

VINCENT
I'll have everything ready.

CONNIE
You swear?

VINCENT
I swear to you.



CUT TO: A road in Corleone, Sicily. Michael is showing Kay around.


MICHAEL

Here it is. The house where my father was born. This is where they came, to take him when he was a boy. To kill him.

KAY (noticing music playing in the distance)
Wait. Listen to that.


KAY
You know, Mary's in love.

MICHAEL
Yes, I know.

KAY
With a handsome young Italian man. Dark eyes.

MICHAEL
I won't allow it. 
It's wrong. 
It's wrong and it's dangerous.

CUT TO: A square. Michael and Kay are watching a puppet show. A man standing beside the puppet tent provides the dialogue in Italian to accompany the actions of the puppets.

PUPPETEER (as female puppet)

"Oh father, my father! Give me some time to pray to the Lord."

(then, to the audience)

"The Baroness of Carini had betrayed her husband and fallen in love with her cousin."

(then, as male puppet)

"There will be no forgiveness!"

(then, to the audience)

"Her father stabbed her through the heart."

(continues, in Italian…)

KAY
Honor, huh?

*****

MICHAEL

Oh Mary. Mary you're such a warm-hearted girl, you always were.

MARY

I love my family.

MICHAEL

Even your cousin Vincent?

MARY

I really love him.

MICHAEL

He's your first cousin.

MARY

Then I love him first.

MICHAEL

Mary, you can't see him. 
Just don’t see him any more…

ANTHONY

He’s right – it’s too dangerous…

MICHAEL

Mary, listen to me. 
You can't see him anymore. 
Not in that fashion.

MARY

No.

MICHAEL

Please promise me…

MARY

No!

MICHAEL

Obey me on this Mary!

MARY (runs off)

No, dad!

ANTHONY

Mary's smart, dad, she'll understand eventually.

CUT TO: a room in the compound. Mary and Vincent are kissing again to Elvis Costello’s "Miracle Man" blasting in the room. Vincent says something to Mary in Italian.

CUT TO: Michael's Room on the compound. Michael is shaving. Vincent enters.

VINCENT

You wanted to see me?

MICHAEL

Yeah. I want you to do something for me.

VINCENT

Okay.

MICHAEL

It’s dangerous.

VINCENT

Good. I'm in. What do you need?

MICHAEL

I want you to sell your soul to Don Altobello. 
To betray me.

VINCENT

He'll never believe me.

(then, as he offers to shave Michael)

Here…

MICHAEL

That depends.

VINCENT (begins to shave Michael with the razor)

Sit down.

MICHAEL

I have an idea. See if you can learn how high Altobello is connected. 
Arrange a meeting. You say how devoted you are to me. 
Tell him your problems. You ask for his help.

VINCENT

What problems?

MICHAEL

That you want to run away with my daughter. 
Only you know that if you do, I will become your enemy.

VINCENT

You know I'd never do that, Uncle Mike.

CUT TO: Altobello’s residence. Vincent is doing as Michael asked, and talking to Don Altobello. As they talk we can still hear Michael's instructions as a voice over mixed in.

MICHAEL (OS)

I know. You ask Altobello to speak to me. To further the marriage.

DON ALTOBELLO (to Vincent)

You’re cousins … Michael was always a little old fashioned.

MICHAEL (OS)

Explain to him how, you can never be part of my, legitimate world. That you want your own family.

VINCENT (to Altobello)

…straighten out with Joey Zasa… 
If you could use your friendship to persuade him. 
I would be indebted to you forever.

(then, gesturing like Young Vito Corleone from Godfather Part II, with fingers tapping his temple)

A Corleone, knows the value of such a friend.

DON ALTOBELLO

So, then, you would work for me?

VINCENT

Si.

CUT TO: Back to present, with Vincent shaving Michael.

MICHAEL
Remember, if he hints that he wants you to betray me, get insulted. 
Because that's his trap.

CUT TO: Future, Altobello and Vincent talking. Vincent has his back to Altobello.

DON ALTOBELLO
You're not telling me the whole truth, Vincenzo. Isn't it true, with Michael gone, the girl controls everything?

VINCENT (turning to Altobello)
You leave the girl out of this.

DON ALTOBELLO Of course, you love her. 
And she loves you.

CUT TO: Mary's room. Mary is looking at pictures of Apollonia and Michael in a photo album.

CUT: Back to the balcony with Altobello and Vincent.

DON ALTOBELLO
I guessed it Vincenzo, huh?

VINCENT
You're a wise man, Don Altobello. I'm going to be learning a lot from you.

DON ALTOBELLO
The richest man is the one with the most powerful friends.


DON ALTOBELLO
It's my duty to make the introductions.

(then, introducing Don Lucchesi to Vincent)

Don Lucchesi…

DON LUCCHESI (to Vincent)
Don Altobello tells me you have good character, strong, a man of respect.

DON ALTOBELLO (to Lucchesi)
This is the hero who put Joey Zasa in his grave. 
If we'd known of his existence, we would never have backed Joey.

DON LUCCHESI
No one wants another Joe…

(then, to Vincent)

Let me be your friend. Even the strongest man needs friends.

VINCENT
I'm flattered. 
But you're a man of finance and politics, Don Lucchesi, these are things I don't understand.

DON LUCCHESI
You understand guns?

DON LUCCHESI (smiling)
Finance is a gun. 
Politics, is knowing when to pull the trigger.

VINCENT
How can I help?

DON LUCCHESI (in Italian)
"Come…"
vincent and Don lucchesi walk away

DON ALTOBELLO
Blessed is the peacemaker, for he can be can be called a child of God.

The Ultimate Father

Vader :

I'm sorry. If your quarry goes to ground, leave no ground to go to. 

You should have taken my offer. 

Or did you think none of this was your fault? 

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: 

I don't murder children. 

Vader :

I do. If I have to. 

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: 

Why? Do you even know why they sent you? 

Vader : 

It's not my place to ask. I believe in something greater than myself. 

A Better World. 

A World Without Sin. 

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: 

So me and mine gotta lay down and die... so you can live in your "better world"?

Vader :

I'm not going to live there. 

There's no place for me there... any more than there is for you. 

Malcolm... I'm a monster. 

[ I Disagree. ]

What I do is Evil. 

[ But you know that, so there is hope for you yet ]

I have no illusions about it, 

but it must be done.

THY WILL BE DONE

You Must Confront Vader

"Vader is Really The Ultimate Father"

- George Lucas

The Force Runs Strong in my Family

Luke: 
If I don't make it back, you're the only hope for the Alliance.

Princess Leia: 
Luke, don't talk that way. 
You have a power I don't understand and could never have.

Luke: 
You're wrong, Leia. 
You have that power too. 
In time you'll learn to use it as I have. 
The Force runs strong in my family. 

My father has it. I have it. And... my sister has it. Yes. It's you, Leia.

Princess Leia: 
I know. Somehow, I've always known.







Luke Skywalker: 
I can't do it, Ben.

Obi-Wan: 
You cannot escape your destiny. 
You must face Darth Vader again.

Hang on - why, actually...?
I mean sure, for closure's sake, for the boy's mental health and hygine
- which actually is a good enough reason by itself, although it shouldn't be -

With this many lives on The Line, with the fate of the entire Galaxy, Freedom, Liberty, Egalite and The Brotherhood at stake :

Why can't somebody with a low pressence in The Force, who isn't related to him lure Vader onto The Death Star 
(since they already know that The Emperor is going to be there)

And just blow it up - as happens anyway.

 Ah - it only happens that way
Because it Was Meant to.

Destiny.
You cannot...
...destroy...
my...

DES-TINEEEEE!!!


Orson Welles' Last Words,
Transformers : The Movie (1986)

[ Orson plays the part of The Death Star in that movie - it's really  very moving. ]


Luke Skywalker: 
I can't kill my own father.

That's what I said...!

What's Truly appalling here is that apparently Ben fully expects him to do so -

Okay, Ben - Lie to Me :

Obi-Wan: 
Then the Emperor has already won. 
You were our only hope.

Tell The Truth
Tell The Truth
...or at least, Don't Lie.

Luke Skywalker: 
Yoda spoke of another.

Obi-Wan: 
The other he spoke of is your twin sister.

The Hearth.

Luke Skywalker: 
But I have no sister.

Obi-Wan: 
Hmm. To protect you both from the Emperor, you were hidden from your father when you were born. 
The Emperor knew, as I did, if Anakin were to have any offspring, they would be a threat to him. 

That is the reason why your sister remains safely anonymous.

Luke Skywalker: 
Leia! Leia is my sister.


Obi-Wan: 
Your insight serves you well. 
Bury your feelings deep down, Luke. 
They do you credit, but they could be made to serve the Emperor.





Darth Vader: 
You cannot hide forever, Luke.

Luke Skywalker: 
I will not fight you.
[ ...for Me. ]

Here we are again :
So, Guess What...?

IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU

Your Father Already Knows This -
But You Don't. Yet.

You're About to Know it.

And Your Father is Going to Teach You This
Starting From -
NOW...

Darth Vader: 
Give yourself to the Dark Side. 

Anakin is a Very Generous and completely Self-less Individual.

That's Precisely Why He Killed Himself (Basically) 
to try to Keep His Wife Alive and Allow His Son to be Born.

As the Jewish Fight Promoter says in Rocky VI:
"Hey, It's Good to Give."

Giving and Charity are not exactly synonymous - 
and Especially Within Judaic Rabbinical Tradition

So Jews will sometimes often speak of 
"Giving"

Which is Always and Specifically Monetary -

In the Jewish Tradition, Monetary Giving is 

(Alms, basically - but with certain conditions and strings attatched (actually literally, originally))

The Phrase 
"(No) Strings Attached"

was, in fact, originally a reference to the Talit

There

It is the only way you can save your friends. Yes, your thoughts betray you. Your feelings for them are strong. Especially for... sister. So, you have a twin sister. Your feelings have now betrayed her, too. Obi-Wan was wise to hide her from me. Now his failure is complete. If you will not turn to the Dark Side... then perhaps she will!


Luke Skywalker: 
[igniting light saber, screams] 
NEVER!