Real compassion kicks butt and takes names and is not pleasant on certain days. If you are not ready for this FIRE, then find a new-age, sweetness and light, perpetually smiling teacher and learn to relabel your ego with spiritual sounding terms. But, stay away from those who practice REAL COMPASSION, because they will fry your ass, my friend.” ~ Ken Wilber
Forget “I think, therefore I am.” That’s old hat. Embrace “I think, therefore I laugh.” Now that’s where the gold’s at. That’s where sacred alchemy is brewing, transforming lead into gold, demons into diamonds, imps into impetus, and fear into fearlessness. How? By launching us out of the box of fixed thinking. Why? Because a good sense of humor is the ultimate liberator. What emerges? A kind of jovial chaos, a heightened state of humor, a crazy wisdom that upsets all dogmatic apple-carts.
In short: the Humorous Hero emerges, full-frontal, full-throttle, with the Golden Ratio in one hand and a red herring in the other, wearing a cape stitched out of material torn from the Golden Mean, donning and discarding the Mask of Enlightenment, dissolving all crowns, dismantling all high-horses, melting all pedestals, and burning down all thrones only to dance in the ashes of power, while intermittently skipping through the puddles of tears cried-out by the powerful who have been usurped.
But there are steps to be taken before such carefree and courageous dancing can take place, and they are not for the faint of heart. They’re not baby steps, but God steps. They are leaps and bounds. They are headfirst dives that may or may not crack open the head.
Not leaps of faith, mind you, but leaps of courage. The kind of courage that stands the spine bolt up inside you. Not bounds as in limits, but bounds as in transcendence, self-overcoming, and transforming boundaries into horizons. The kind of bountiful energy that one feels balls to bones, ovaries to marrow, humerus-bone to funny-bone. Let’s dive in…
Step 1) Spit in Satan’s mouth (extinguishing fear):
This is the sacred send off, the leap of courage. This is where the humorous hero digs down deep for that first existential laugh, that core chuckle, that ancient teasing that smears out all self-seriousness into humorous sincerity. Here, the cornerstone of the human condition gets fully tapped, revealing the cosmic joke for what it is: there is no permanence.
But rather than fear, rather than death-anxiety, rather than nihilistic angst, the humorous hero decides to laugh, and laugh hard, thereby transcending impermanence and achieving providence through a heightened state of humor. The cosmic joke still stands, but no longer is the humorous hero the butt-end of it (victim) – She is the one laughing (hero).