Welcome to the Tidewater Discordian Society!

About Our Society Our "Commandments" Our Book of Holy Nonsense Events

Facts about Our Society

The Tidewater Discordian Society is the Tidewater Area's local branch of the PARATHEO-ANAMETAMYSTIKHOOD OF ERIS ESOTERIC, or POEE for short. The POEE is one manifestation of THE DISCORDIAN SOCIETY about which you will learn more and understand less. We are a tribe of philosophers, theologians, magicians, scientists, artists, clowns, and similar maniacs who are intrigued with ERIS GODDESS OF CONFUSION and with Her Doings. You do not have to believe in Eris to be a Discordian, but you are already a Discordian and a Pope simply because you've read that you are.

Our "Commandments"

I - There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess. There is no Erisian Movement but The Erisian Movement and it is The Erisian Movement. And every Golden Apple Corps is the beloved home of a Golden Worm.
II - A Discordian Shall Always use the Official Discordian Document Numbering System.
III - A Discordian is Required during his early Illumination to Go Off Alone & Partake Joyously of a Hot Dog on a Friday; this Devotive Ceremony to Remonstrate against the popular Paganisms of the Day: of Catholic Christendom (no meat on Friday), of Judaism (no meat of Pork), of Hindic Peoples (no meat of Beef), of Buddhists (no meat of animal), and of Discordians (no Hot Dog Buns).
IV - A Discordian shall Partake of No Hot Dog Buns, for Such was the Solace of Our Goddess when She was Confronted with The Original Snub.
V - A Discordian is Prohibited of Believing what he reads.
So it is written!

Our Holy Book of Nonsense

In the late 1950s, two young Californians, known later as Omar Ravenhurst and Malaclypse the Younger, were indulging in their habit of sipping coffee at an allnight bowling alley and generally solving the world's problems. This particular evening the main subject of discussion was discord and they were complaining to each other of the personal confusion they felt in their respective lives. (And probably doing a lot of drugs.)

This night at the bowling alley would soon involve a talking ape, a cockroach formerly known as Hermes, and DISCORDIA herself appearing to them in a dream, instructing them to create THE PRINCIPIA DISCORDIA, our Holy Book of Nonsense. And the world would never be the same.

To read our holy book of nonsense, the Principia Discordia, go to https://principiadiscordia.com/

If you are interested in becoming an official member of the Discordian Society, email tidewaterdisco@proton.me, or if you would like to find out about the times and places for events we are hosting, check back here whenever the fancy strikes you.