ANARCHYINALBION? - Frater Nexhagus XXIII - part 4 of 4 The irony involved in all of this is that the I.O.D never ever stated that the `levitation' was a straight-forward levitation. Although, the building did rise to a considerable degree, we were far more interested in attempting to `sink' it. Our prophecy that if the levitation were to go wrong, The Albert Tower could end up being an unique tourist attraction (like the leaning Tower of Pisa!) was proved to be entirely correct and confirmed only a few days after the event. This method successfully worked to our advantage as reports eventually leaked out a week later that the buliding had in fact sunk (but was somehow mysteriously attributed to a newly developed Austrian tunnelling method that was also deemed responsible for the collapse of a tunnel being built at Heathrow Airport on the day of the `levitation'). [The proposed secondary target of levitation at Canary Wharf Tower will be one of our many future objectives in our on-going campaign against The Conspiracy provided that we are unhindered by further counter-psychic-attack attempts by the Masonic Mass Media Mind-Controllers based within that structure. - See the article "The Hoax HOAX! Bomb Hoax Hoax!" in the third issue of GROUNDLEVEL magazine which chronicles one of these instances). The combined psychic powers of all those present at The Palace of Westminster was redirected in order to exorcise the demons. (Obviously, this then meant that the psychic charge that could easily raise the building was more usefully made to intiate the immanentization of the Eschaton.) Although, some may think that it was rather underhanded of us to (ab)use the psychic energies of `innocent' others in order to cause chaos to corrupt the control process, at least it was all in a good cause! It would have been unwise of us to reveal our actual occult intentions to everyone, as then it would almost be certain that no-one would have wanted to participate in the `levitation`. Such tried and tested techniques of psychic deception are legion in occult matters, and even the noted magickian Dion Fortune in her tome `Psychick Self-Defence` commented that "To find one has been successfully hoaxed by a lunatic is a humiliating experience." This is not to say that the I.O.D are lunatics (even though we are all affected by certain aspects of the lunar cycle); we are simply following on in the grand traditions of a long-line of psychic charlatans, sham shamans, and magickal tricksters. Don`t let THEM immanentize the Eschaton! This ritual of ridicule was a psychic attack on the Mother of all Parliaments. Unlike many of our contemporaries we did not treat the `levitation` of Parliament as a `joke'. [The problem with political jokes is that they sometimes get elected!] And as Ambrose Bierce succinctly put it (before mysteriously disappearing); "The idiots are always the largest and most influential political party in any society." Into the Belly of the Beast, an unruly revolution of ridicule culminated in a holy communion of Chaos at the House of Commons to taunt and taint authority. There were no leaders, heroes, or organisers. Everyone was warned prior to the event that they should beware of all structure-freaks. "Don`t let anyone lead you, but yourself!" A parade took place prior to the ritual. All manner of provocative costumes were worn (nudity was also acceptable): John Major clones, Cosmic Clowns (with water pistols filled with LSD), Salman Rushdie, psuedo Policemen, Martians, Bugs Bunny, Daleks, Skyclad Witch-Queens, Elvis look-a-likes, esoterrorists, Neoists, Pearly Kings, Drag Queens, etc, etc... Various large banners were unfurled proclaiming many sentiments to mark the occassion: "Total Disarmament Now!", "KILL THE BILL", "FUCK C*NS*RSH*P!", "We demand the freedom to stand around and do nothing", "Never mind the theory, here`s the slogans!", "It`s not just taxes that are going to be raised this autumn!", etc. The area surrounding Parliament - which sits like a cancerous tumour on the bank of the tortured Thames, The Citadel and nerve centre of the blighted British Empire - was reclaimed and declared a Temporary Autonomous Zone (for more details of this phenomena read Hakim Bey`s book of the same acronym). Mind- blowing incense drifted up to fill the Ozone layer. A cosmic consummation of divine union ensued between the Sky God and the Earth Mother and a supreme act of consecrated conjugal coitus commenced. Many chants were repeated over and over again, until they metamorphosed into an amazing magickal mantra. "Ring a Ringo aroundo Parliamento, A pocket fullo Prankos, Twenty-three MPos, Deserve none of our thankos, All the evil spiritos Start to tumble outo, Now democracy`s overo, We all begin to shouto!" This was `backed-up` by a strong presence of ritual drummers and specially invited guest-speakers with megaphones from that day`s "Speaker`s Corner" held at Hyde Park Corner who helped to entertain and prepare the crowds for the ritual proceedings. We had investigated the possibility of having the legendary Fortean drunkard and wizened wizard Tony `Doc' Shiels to be one of the many Masters of Ceremonies at the invokation. He had confirmed that he would try his very best to rise to the occasion and be in attendance on the 23rd. The good Doctor stated that "The Magick has begun. I hope that you understand that I (plus certain trusted members of the Nnidnid Cabal) are on the case. That is to say, the great game is afoot and we are detecting in a shamanic- Sherlockian sense. Sometimes soapings happen..." [We were also hoping to get Guinness breweries to sponsor Doc`s trip over from the Faerie Isle, but then again we thought that they would most probably tell us to Puck off!] But, as the Great Hare (aka the Spooky Pooka) once said in a Warner Brothers Cartoon, "What`s UP Doc!?!" (Obviously, a veiled prophetic reference to his predestined calling to be at the levitation?) To this day it is still uncertain whether Doc Sheils was actually there... many unconfirmed sightings were given, but no definite evidence has been forthcoming as of yet! It also came to our attention that the acid-rock band Hawkwind would (probably!?!) be in attendance to play (perhaps, "I`ve got levitation" by the 13th Floor Elevators!?!) on the day... They didn't!!! Since it was almost impossible to form a circle of people around Parliament in order to counteract its malign influence, or to even get access to the evil edifice at all, it was deemed neccesary to inform a number of authoritarian bodies by warning them that ths sacred symbol would be held under siege. Applications for permits were sent to the mandatory governing bodies in order for the ritual to be carried out at Sinister Westminster. Heathrow Airport even wrote a terse missive to the `Anarchy in the U.K.' HQ warning all concerned not to infringe their airspace, as they were unprepared to postpone any flights on the day. [An action which they no doubt later regretted with hindsight when they discovered that part of their main terminal building had `unexpectedly' collapased into a partially completed transport tunnel!] At which point it was suggested that the `sacramental gesture` of urinating on Parliament would take place. This noble act would signify all of the times that Parliament has pissed all over the people it controls under it's territories. To take advantage of ludicrous loop-holes in the urinating laws, it sounded fairly feasible to be able to pour bottles of urine on Parliament (and get away with it!) This method also suited those people who wished to "piss on Parliament" but were unable to do so, due to such reasons as bladder retention, gender restrictions, or an unwillingness to parade their privates in wintry weather (It was also feared that representatives from Thee Temple Ov Psychick Youth that had genital piercings might also suffer from the notorious `sprayback effect` which would also affect their aim). Therefore, it was recommended that plastic bottles containing urine were to be used (or containing a potion of `OV` in TOPY`s case!) By doing so, if the authorities were to get pissed off by our `pissing` (or rather, pouring) on Parliament, we could exploit the loophole in the law by claiming that we had not actually physically urinated in the street (but instead offered a libation to the Gods and Goddesses!) [It should also be noted here that urine is not bad, it is good. Recently, this fact was brilliantly pointed out by the liberated sex siren and perverted pop queen Madonna who remarked to shocked American audiences on David Letterman`s live talk-show, "Did you know it`s good if you pee in the shower? Peeing in the shower is good, it fights athlete`s foot. I`m serious. Urine is like an antiseptic. It all has to do with the enzymes in your body." Typically, this was treated by a mainstream Amerikan audience as yet another example of crude lewdness by the first lady of lust, but by golly she was right! It is also fitting that urine was to be used in this ritual as not only does it provide a nice metaphor and prevent nasty fungal infections, but originally it was nature`s very own territorial mark which was used by man before he learnt how to denote territory by the mark of the secretions of ink from a pen on paper, and then tied the boundary up with an impassable barrier of red tape. At least now we can reverse the territory by devolving them to their original state and also cleanse the area with an antiseptic solution!] We were fully aware that the Government were not going to let us defy the law of gravity because they will not let us defy any of the other several million Draconian laws of this corrupted country. The enemies of Enlightenment are always vigilant, but historically Chaos always reigns. Chaos will always corrupt control. Previous attempts to tamper with the government have made history. Although Guy Fawkes is sometimes credited with being the only person to enter Parliament with the right intentions, it was in fact Christine Keeler`s pussy that brought down the government more effectively. (It is also interesting to note that the cunning callgirl called Christine was paid 23,000 by the News of the World for her disclosures concerning the John Profumo scandal.) The Media Machine needs a Who-What-When-Where-and-Why scenario in order to go about its business of devious diversions and distortions. By placing a banana skin in the works of its corrupted cogs and turning the machine on overload we can sabotage the system. Even if we put truth serum in the reporters` drinks it is still inevitable that they will not "tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth". Everyone is liable to be a hostage to the hostile press. Such activities that propagate as many peculiar paradigms as propagandada (as [im]possible) will attract/distract the attention of the media. We can use and abuse this privilege by providing as many true lies as possible in order to create as much media mayhem and chaos as possible. Who`s conspiracy is it anyway!?! This day may well have been one of our very last chances to present the general public with a proclamation of political parody against the MotherFucker of all Parliaments. As anarchs of the new paradigm, the I.O.D hoped that this Eschatological event in the `Autumn of Anarchy` would help to prove that the Discordian version of surrealism is truly becoming a new apolitical reality. The barricades of the mass media can always be effectively ramraided by generating sufficient advanced publicity (free of charge - by word of mouth, or by whatever means at hand... The development of media outrage and coverage are actively encouraged can be fully exploited. Anonymous tip-offs, "loose-talk", etc. can be combined with ancient concepts such as the likes of Chinese Whispers to prove to be one of the greatest assets available to a disinformationist's disposal and a Propagandadaist`s dream. (e.g.. A rabbit will be ritually sacrificed at Parliament... When in fact the only rabbit taking place in the ritual will be a trained occultist participant dressed in a rabbit costume.) The acts of insurgent festivity that took place included subversive intervention of "official" (serious) culture, public events and (cyber & territorial) space, pranks combining agitational propaganda, ontological anarchy, contagious play, and involve schizoversive transgression of behavioural codes and dogma. Intense spontaneity is inherently unpredictable. Trust and good communication can conjure up challenging unforgettable adventures. the "logic of the game" into commercial and corporate space, introducing satirical and surrealistic strategies as seditious salacious surprises. A single symbolic act can cause chaotic ripples on a once still pool of `normality'. Pranks, like Magick are a pure form of experimental art. The universal nature and scope of pranks defy simple (or logical) explanations. Chaos cannot be known, it can only be experienced. By fusing our dreams with reality we can dissect the separation of art and life. Those who desire further disinformation concerning any of the many activities planned by the I.O.D and other assorted occult occurances are advised to contact the following address (with a S.A.E and suitable donation where applicable):- THE I..O..D, BM INDEFINITE, LONDON, WC1N 3XX. This dissertation compiled on 23/5/5995 A.M. by Frater Nexhagus XXIII, and ably assisted by Aderyn Fawr, Paul 777, James Eden, Pope Nai Enob, Karen Eliot, Soror Scoobie Doo O and various other unknown allies ov thee I.O.D. EWIGE BLUMENKRAFT! FNORDS? Prffft! IO CHAOS!! OM!!! -><- KALLISTI! Hail Eris!! All Hail Discordia!!!