Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Kerry Thornley double?

Over the coming weeks we're going to be profiling some of the characters you'll be enjoying in the Cosmic Trigger play, and thought it apt to begin with Kerry Thornley because we will be holding:

So please, if you think you or someone you know could be right for this fantastic part (and is available for the bulk of November), get in touch. The idea will be to turn up as 1970s Kerry Thornley, so do your research and come prepared for High Chaos... 

So, Kerry Thornley, please step forward...


One of the 1960 Counterculture's most fascinating characters, Kerry Wendell Thornley was a writer, philosopher, Zen dishwasher, enlightened prankster, and, possibly, an Oswald double with disturbing ties to the Kennedy assassination.

A lifelong provocateur, Thornley was linked to many of the fringe elements of the time. He co-created The Discordian Society which worships Eris Goddess of Chaos, and its tract, the Principia Discordia. He coined the term "paganism", befriended Robert Anton Wilson, inspired the Illuminatus, and gave his anarchic support to the Bavarian Illuminati, a brilliant prank.

But Thornley's path also crossed Lee Harvey Oswald's. It's a fact that the two served together in the Marines and that Thornley wrote a book about Oswald before the assassination. Were they both used by foes of JFK? Jim Garrison came to think so, driving Kerry through the gates of Chapel Perilous and into a world of paranoia - or not...

"If I'd known it was all gonna come true, I'd never have chosen that bitch Eris, I'd've chosen Venus!"

The above adapted from "The Prankster and the Conspiracy" by Adam Gorightly, Discordian expert and special guest speaker at Find the Others Festival. 

Next featured character: Dr Timothy Leary.

Hail Eris!
xx xxx Daisy 

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

A quick hit of RAW doing a hilarious presentation

At The Prophets' Conference - December 2000 in Palm Springs - if you have another hour...

According to Richard Metzger, in Wilson and I

"The RAW fans contingent in Palm Springs were totally distinct from everyone else present (goths and cyberpunk vs New Agey senior citizens who wanted to hear about Pleiadian prophecy and 2012 Mayan stuff, which Bob just hated). Bob got really ripped on hard alcohol before his talk and swore like a sailor, which seemed to deeply offend the organizers of the event. We ended up hanging out in his hotel suite, smoking pot. A young guy had given him a bag of these black psilocybin mushrooms which he’d managed to smuggle into America from Ireland, which Bob didn’t really seem to want and gave to me (my god were they strong). It was in Palm Springs that I got to see firsthand how bad his post-polio syndrome had gotten. He was getting pretty wobbly on his feet, but this did not seem to dampen his enthusiasm in the least for copious amounts of Marlboro reds, whiskey and weed.

Mentally he was certainly as sharp as ever, that never changed, but his health seemed to go downhill quite fast in the years I knew him. The aforementioned “enthusiasms” were often consumed with rapacious gusto for a man of his age and he once revealed to me that since nearly everyone who he had ever loved in his life was already dead, he was going to smoke as many cigarettes and pound back as much Scotch as he damn well pleased. Bob’s your uncle!"


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