by Kristine Lavender Love
Yes, it means something. I'm referring to a very particular kind of laugh. The kind of laugh that is the spontaneous result of an alchemical process in the emotional body. Usually brought about by some sort of untenable, perplexing, or difficult circumstance arising in the life of the Warrior.
At the time of publishing this blog, Dehon remarked to me that it can also be because of Joy, seeing Truth, Reality and Bliss, experiencing Victory -- which is also definitely true. If you've ever had an eruption like that, from deep within, when against all odds YOU WON at something, or finally you see the light -- THAT'S the kind of laugh I mean. It comes as the result of coming to a new place inside.
It can also be summoned forth on purpose. When life sends you a good ol' slap for no good reason. "Ha ha ha ha ha, I fear nothing!" you decree in the face of adversity, spontaneously. That too is a Warrior's Laugh.
And sometimes, in that process, there can arise a most alchemical, otherworldly, multi-dimensional laugh. The more difficult and untenable the challenge, the more outrageous sounding and otherworldly the laughter. I call this the Supreme Warrior's Laugh. Think I'm joking? I've had a few...
There are also what I call Warrior's Giggles.
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This is what you do when your fellow Light Warrior is lamenting that they just lost their hard drive for the 3rd time in 2 weeks and no of course they don't have a back up... The Warrior's Giggle. Helps them get back on track and see the humor of it all. An intelligent Light Warrior defeated by tech is particularly pathetic in my book.
And what is the purpose of this, you ask? Nothing is more pathetic than a Warrior whose emotional body has become road kill. Stuck to the side of the road of life because of a mortal wound. What is pathetic about it is -- it's a waste of a good Warrior, for one thing. You waste yourself, staying wrecked. If life has lampooned you a good one, dealt you a blow that leaves you gasping, incredulous, completely smashed and deflated, jaggedly ripped -- if life has shown you some pretty horrible emotional body experiences..... What do you do?
Many people wallow. Or take a Prozac-like approach. I say dive in and feel it head on. Full on. Feel the untenableness to the edge. Let yourself go to your edge, and dare to peer or tread or fall over.... That is the time when the most amazing alchemical laughter can arise. It might be the laughter of a mad person. You might sound like a nut. I say good. It might be the glue that keeps you together, and from totally becoming a nut..... When you HAVE to laugh, otherwise the alternative is just too ____________, well there you go. Warrior's Laugh.
I'll bet you want to hear an example. You think I'm just making this up? Not a chance. I'm a student of the nagual don Juan Matus remember. As far as I'm concerned, he's one of the best. One of THE BEST Warriors of the Heart to emulate. And he knows all about Warrior's Laughs. I paraphrase:
So, a few years ago when I was still on the farmer's market vending scene with my Love Boutique, a couple friends and I started a small market on the lawn of the county government center. They basically let me take the ball and run the thing as best I could which I couldn't really do very well at ALL at the time as I had nothing of the tech world in place, including internet.
It was kind of a long and difficult flop of a season. I just didn't have what I needed, and we all found out it requires a team. Especially if the managers are vendors as well. Anyway, at the end of the season, this man came to my booth and told me he was the owner of a small upscale mini-mall in the area. He wanted to have a farmers market down there but knew nothing, and would I like to join forces with him and create one?
I'm going to make it really short and sweet. What ended up happening is that this fellow, who came off as such a nice guy, got me to move my market, with all my connections, years of experience and expertise, down to his mall the next season, and then proceeded to turn against me and pushed me out. After a misunderstanding that he purposefully chose to twist, he used it as the basis to decide what he wanted my position to be. He basically told me that I wasn't going to be managing it -- after I got the thing up and running for 4 weeks and was actively doing it, while he was too busy being a good Christian and spending every Saturday painting his church and not answering his cell phone while vendors where asking me where he was...
The confrontation took place by phone. I'd say he's probably lucky. We goats have been known to gore people when pushed beyond our limits. In this case he probably would have deserved it. This is my livelihood we are talking about. Something I had worked very hard at for 15 years, in which I held a lot of expertise and connections across 3 rural counties. I don't consider myself a disposable when I take on a project.
Okay now you non astrologers, just glaze over this little tidbit -- this incident was right in line with cosmic timing. It occurred exactly ON a full lunar eclipse night in 2009, that was occurring on my ascendant at 15 degrees Capricorn. Did I get it in the ascendant or what?? Ha ha ha ha ha!! Talk about a kick in the butt!!
Needless to say I was very upset. A lot of energy began moving within me. I was definitely taken to my edge and shoved over -- hard. Which caused tremendous emotional body roiling. If I had had the cushion of a partner, or a few extra hundred dollars, or another job it would have been different. I think I had about $50 at the time and very few prospects. So ouch, that hurt. I'm not going to tell you about where I went in the next 10 months because of that little episode.
But I will tell you about the Warrior's Laugh that erupted. After a very difficult night, I was still mired down in it the next day. I found myself having visions of walking the scene dressed in one of my get-ups, checking it out. Unrecognizable. Wouldn't that blow some of my fellow vendors' minds?
It would certainly blow his mind. I found out during the course of that horrible final conversation that -- he's actually quite terrified of me.
OKAY
Picture this --
Today's Entertainment:
Troupe Kali, a new local belly dancing ensemble. The rugs get rolled out, the music starts, the drums play, and out come beautiful dancing girls with veils, coin bras and pretty pretty pretty smiles flashing.
And as he's congratulating himself and patting himself on the back for what a great scene he's conjured forth out of thin air, suddenly the music changes,
I'll bet you want to hear an example. You think I'm just making this up? Not a chance. I'm a student of the nagual don Juan Matus remember. As far as I'm concerned, he's one of the best. One of THE BEST Warriors of the Heart to emulate. And he knows all about Warrior's Laughs. I paraphrase:
'To be a Warrior means one has learned to balance
the terror of being human with the wonder of it'
The Story of One of My Best Warrior's Laughs
The Story of One of My Best Warrior's Laughs
I'm going to make it really short and sweet. What ended up happening is that this fellow, who came off as such a nice guy, got me to move my market, with all my connections, years of experience and expertise, down to his mall the next season, and then proceeded to turn against me and pushed me out. After a misunderstanding that he purposefully chose to twist, he used it as the basis to decide what he wanted my position to be. He basically told me that I wasn't going to be managing it -- after I got the thing up and running for 4 weeks and was actively doing it, while he was too busy being a good Christian and spending every Saturday painting his church and not answering his cell phone while vendors where asking me where he was...
As you can imagine, this didn't go over too well with me. I'm a Capricorn and pretty used to being in the driver's seat in life, especially where my livelihood is concerned. I'm very capable of working things out with people but this was clearly a purposeful tyrant's maneuver that he didn't want to work out. I WAS the thing he wanted out. He couldn't have made his intention any more clear. He wanted the market for himself and now that it was up and going and I had trained him an assistant, I was expendable. How convenient that he found a way to twist the situation to his liking.
The confrontation took place by phone. I'd say he's probably lucky. We goats have been known to gore people when pushed beyond our limits. In this case he probably would have deserved it. This is my livelihood we are talking about. Something I had worked very hard at for 15 years, in which I held a lot of expertise and connections across 3 rural counties. I don't consider myself a disposable when I take on a project.
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| uh-oh there's the shoe... |
Needless to say I was very upset. A lot of energy began moving within me. I was definitely taken to my edge and shoved over -- hard. Which caused tremendous emotional body roiling. If I had had the cushion of a partner, or a few extra hundred dollars, or another job it would have been different. I think I had about $50 at the time and very few prospects. So ouch, that hurt. I'm not going to tell you about where I went in the next 10 months because of that little episode.
But I will tell you about the Warrior's Laugh that erupted. After a very difficult night, I was still mired down in it the next day. I found myself having visions of walking the scene dressed in one of my get-ups, checking it out. Unrecognizable. Wouldn't that blow some of my fellow vendors' minds?
It would certainly blow his mind. I found out during the course of that horrible final conversation that -- he's actually quite terrified of me.
"Don't show up down there
and make a scene"
he said....
with a touch of dread
in his voice
And then..... The Vision Arose....
The man had been very excited when he found out I was also connected to local arts, musicians, dancers and artists as he wanted to create a whole
interesting and arty to-do down there.
OKAY
Picture this -- Today's Entertainment:
Troupe Kali, a new local belly dancing ensemble. The rugs get rolled out, the music starts, the drums play, and out come beautiful dancing girls with veils, coin bras and pretty pretty pretty smiles flashing.
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the drum beats a fierce 9/8 Karsiloma --
And out comes Inanna,
scimitar in hand....
Gosh what pretty girls we are!
And at that point, the most otherworldly, unbelievably spiralling and swirling witchy laughter came out of my mouth and seemed to go off somewhere into the dimensional abyss. I felt it travelled a long ways, through what seemed like doorways, but that's not quite right either. More like, it OPENED doorways. And I'm quite certain it was audible to others. What others? Gad, who knows!
Now before you tell me what an evil person I am, let me assure you that this was a vision ONLY. Oh, the LAUGH was quite real, but the vision has remained just that. I still get a Warrior's Guffaw out of it from time to time. Will it ever get acted out? Probably not more than what you see right here. I have no need. Because in a way, I DID act it out already, inside. I felt as though I had done it, with the release of the laugh. It was very empowering. Because I knew -- I could do it, even though I know I will not.
Listen, I was pushed over the edge. When you are pushed over your edge and are shattered, some people go mad. Some people git their guns out and solve the problem that way. I got out my Warrior's Intelligence, dove into it, felt ALL the emotions, became the cauldron, endured the alchemy -- and all that ended up occurring was a witchy laugh. HEH heh heh.
Well that's not quite all. After I was feeling clear - and it took some days -- I went into the local county Ag commissioner's office. This is someone with whom I have built a relationship over the years, at times quite adversarial; an alpha woman in a position of power and authority in the county. She likes me. At times she has not. We began our lives in Calaveras County agriculture in the same year, 1994. She is now my ally. We are on the same page. I told her what happened. She will not make life easy for him.
Poor thing.
WELL -- Not just ANYONE is allowed to start a farmer's market in California. There are laws in place that state only a non-profit entity, or a Certified Grower (which I happen to be) are qualified to do this. And since I was the one who had the legal ticket to making that market happen, it was only right that I cleared my name of the responsibility with the Ag Commissioner. And she will make SURE he plays by the rules of the Ag Game from now on!
Okay, well I hope this gives a little insight
into the Warrior's Laugh. It's a real power tool.
Bye Now! Heh heh heh!
And out comes Inanna,
scimitar in hand....
Staring the man down at sword point......
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| "Hi Greggy.." |
That's right, it's me.
I know what you've done and
I'm potentially going to tell
EVERYBODY
about it when I'm done dancing
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I silently think to myself
as I masterfully execute my
flawless sword dance
and whirl off the rug
and whirl off the rug
Gosh what pretty girls we are! Everybody loves us!
I know our costumes are
SKIMPY, giggle giggle,
that
must
be
why
he
looks
so pale,
heh heh heh....
heh heh heh....
Bye now!!
End Vision
And at that point, the most otherworldly, unbelievably spiralling and swirling witchy laughter came out of my mouth and seemed to go off somewhere into the dimensional abyss. I felt it travelled a long ways, through what seemed like doorways, but that's not quite right either. More like, it OPENED doorways. And I'm quite certain it was audible to others. What others? Gad, who knows!
Now before you tell me what an evil person I am, let me assure you that this was a vision ONLY. Oh, the LAUGH was quite real, but the vision has remained just that. I still get a Warrior's Guffaw out of it from time to time. Will it ever get acted out? Probably not more than what you see right here. I have no need. Because in a way, I DID act it out already, inside. I felt as though I had done it, with the release of the laugh. It was very empowering. Because I knew -- I could do it, even though I know I will not.
Listen, I was pushed over the edge. When you are pushed over your edge and are shattered, some people go mad. Some people git their guns out and solve the problem that way. I got out my Warrior's Intelligence, dove into it, felt ALL the emotions, became the cauldron, endured the alchemy -- and all that ended up occurring was a witchy laugh. HEH heh heh.
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| She won't like it when she hears that the Certificate-carrying member of the newest farmer's market is no longer out in the field |
Poor thing.
WELL -- Not just ANYONE is allowed to start a farmer's market in California. There are laws in place that state only a non-profit entity, or a Certified Grower (which I happen to be) are qualified to do this. And since I was the one who had the legal ticket to making that market happen, it was only right that I cleared my name of the responsibility with the Ag Commissioner. And she will make SURE he plays by the rules of the Ag Game from now on!
Look at it this way:
If that is the WORST thing that happens to him,
If that is the WORST thing that happens to him,
after the way he behaved
out here in the Wild Country,
out here in the Wild Country,
I'd say he's darn lucky!!
Okay, well I hope this gives a little insight
into the Warrior's Laugh. It's a real power tool.
Bye Now! Heh heh heh!
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