Anonymous ID: 3b99cf May 15, 2019, 1:30 p.m. No.6507001   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>6506958

https://fractalenlightenment.com/25726/spirituality/the-path-of-the-sacred-clown-where-trickster-and-shaman-converge

 

“If the fool would persist in his folly, he would become wise.” –William Blake

 

Most of us are familiar with the prototypical clowns: red-nosed clowns, court jesters, and Tarot fools. But sacred clowns take clowning to a whole other level. The Ne’wekwe “mud-eaters” were the Zuni equivalent of a sacred clown. The Cherokee had sacred clowns known as Boogers who performed “Booger dances” around a community fire.

 

In Tibetan Buddhism it’s referred to as Crazy Wisdom, which the Guru adopts in order to shock their students out of fixed cultural and psychological patterns. But perhaps the most popular type of sacred clown is the Lakota equivalent of Heyoka, a contrary thunder shaman who taught through backwards humor.

 

Almost all types of sacred clowns combine trickster spirit with shamanic wisdom to create a kind of sacred tomfoolery that keeps the zeitgeist in check. Their methods are unconventional and typically antithetical to the status quo, but extremely effective. They indirectly re-enforce societal customs by directly enforcing their own powerful sense of humor into the social dynamic. They show by bad example how not to behave.

 

The main function of a sacred clown is to deflate the ego of power by reminding those in power of their own fallibility, while also reminding those who are not in power that power has the potential to corrupt if not balanced with other forces, namely with humor. But sacred clowns don’t out-rightly derive things. They’re not comedians, per se, though they can be. They are more like tricksters, poking holes in things that people take too seriously.

Anonymous ID: 3b99cf May 15, 2019, 1:54 p.m. No.6507236   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7243

i bite

on the type

of blood

that lies

in bugs

primarily

and verily

i say unto

you

that a fellow's

bed pants

are not

to be found

at a zoo

stylistic cameos

make fine

appearances

and white rhinos

charge poachers

spilling their guts

on the ground

tusks made of ivory

horny toads

in the bush

tribal councils

consult shamanic

wisdom

found

in toads

cane sugar

plantations

ferment

in varied locations

your foundation

is not sound

you fucking clown

Anonymous ID: 3b99cf May 15, 2019, 2:02 p.m. No.6507309   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>6507259

Thank you, kindly!

 

I've plenty more…..I could do it all day….

 

I really appreciate the sentiment…..Christ bless you!

Anonymous ID: 3b99cf May 15, 2019, 2:07 p.m. No.6507358   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>6507320

What am I?

 

I am born again

I am the wind

and the rain

I am pleasure

and pain

thunder

sane

I am poison

and antidote

I am the feather

that tickles

your throat

not your ordinary

billy goat

I am peace

I am order

I am harmony

standing

at the border

between

worlds

and planes

a fren

who knows

your name

Anonymous ID: 3b99cf May 15, 2019, 2:24 p.m. No.6507476   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>6507403

others….of course….are we not the Sons of God?

 

my Father is your Father….goes by many names…The Father of Lights……

 

Our Universal Father…..The Ineffable…

Anonymous ID: 3b99cf May 15, 2019, 2:31 p.m. No.6507538   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>6507513

IF there were a God?

 

Don't doubt……at least try not to so much….

 

My adversary….our adversary is anti-Christ…..

 

no more no less…

Anonymous ID: 3b99cf May 15, 2019, 2:37 p.m. No.6507578   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7609 >>7653

my skin burns

w/the truth

of real freedom

surrounded

by carnations

in the garden

where

i commune

in certainty

of isolation

to comprehend

what the will

of the father

is

i look inside

to the tavern

of my soul

where

i get drunk

every night

and tell my tales

of nightingales

and summer whales

mature

manure

sends shivers

and cooks my skewers

w/the word

that was made flesh

but i

digress

time to get out

from under

this mess

that's a resounding

yes

the language of birds

the green language

of the ancient ones

from an ancient codex

of moths

i light candles

with abundant hope