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Path of the Sacred Clown
Path of the Sacred Clown
Copyright © 2004 Peggy Andreas
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Lodge - Thank you Peggy)
In my last article, I wrote of the Native American spiritual
path of the Sacred Warrior. To Native
Americans, the path of the Sacred Clown is ALSO considered a
spiritual calling, essential to the
smooth functioning of the tribe:
In the days before the invaders came. . .we had clowns.
Not clowns like you see now, with
round red noses and baggy costumes. Our clowns wore all kinds
of stuff. Anythin' they felt like,
they wore. And they didn't just come out once in a while to
act silly and make people laugh, our
clowns were with us all the time, as important to the village
as the chief, or the shaman, or the
dancers, or the poets.
Most every tribe had their Clowns. The Oglala and Lakota called
them Heyoka ("crazy"), the
Arapaho called them Ha Hawkan ("holy idiot"), and
both peoples considered them religious
specialists. The Salish people honor the memory of a Clown who
(not so long ago) challenged a
missionary. The missionary was enticing people to come to his
church by handing out little
mirrors to them while urging them to cover their bodies with
white folks' clothes. It is told with a
smile that the Clown (a woman!) walked into the church one Sunday
wearing nothing but a hat
and old shoes! Read the book to find out what happened!
The Hopis protected their Sacred Clowns by incorporating them
into their Kachina ("Cloud
spirit") ceremonies where the Clowns make a hilarious entrance
from a roof, descending a rope
ladder into the plaza where the Kachinas are dancing. "Look
down there!" they exclaim,
"Everything is bountiful and beautiful!" Their descent
is very precarious, usually head-first, and
causes much laughter as they tumble over each other and fall
the last few feet. They do not see
the Kachinas until they bump into them, and then they say "This
is MINE!" or "This many are
MINE!" They act silly, childish, greedy, selfish, and lewd.
As they pretend to become aware of
their surroundings, they mock tourists, anthropologists, neighboring
Indians, even themselves!
They beg for food. Their guessing games and balancing acts please
the crowds. The dancing
Clowns sometimes pretend they are invisible, heightening the
The survival of these ritual clowns gives us a clue as to how
important a Clown was to the
community-spirit of each Native American tribe. Nothing was
sacred to a Sacred Clown. She
was a social critic of the highest order. Her funny mimicry
and joking exposed hypocrisy and
arrogance. Her portrayals of ridiculous behavior showed the
people (in a very humorous way)
their own foolishness and blind-spots.
A clown was like a newspaper, or a magazine, or one of
those people who write an article to tell
you if a book or a movie is worth botherin' with. They made
comment on everythin', every day,
all the time. If a clown thought that what the tribal council
was gettin' ready to do was foolish,
why the clown would just show up at the council and imitate
every move every one of the
leaders made. Only the clown would imitate it in such a way
every little wart on that person
would show, every hole in their idea would suddenly look real
With the arrival of the "invaders", this sacred office
got to be a most dangerous one - maybe
more dangerous than that of the Warrior. Perhaps this is why
most of the Sacred Clowns
disappeared from sight! As the Cree Medicine Woman says in the
story, Flight of the Seventh
Moon, "No wonder we never got along. . .my people and your
people. They were all the time
getting peeved at each other and much hatred grew between us.
It was unavoidable, because my
people had great pride and humor. Yours had the jitters and
wanted to shoot those who were
laughing at them. Yet I still find you white people very amusing.
I have to laugh at you because
you never let yourself go. Every word to you is a completeness
or else a long way off. You like
to bludgeon the meaning of something to fit your own stupidity.
It would serve you well to quit
being so brittle."
The Sacred Clown of the Salish people mentioned earlier made
a trip to Hudson Bay, Victoria, to
clown about the way her people were trading seal and otter skins
for rum. The white companymen
soon had enough of her, and when she was later found shot in
the head, all her people
figured that a white man did it. The Indians themselves strictly
forbade doing any kind of
violence to a Sacred Clown.
These Clowns were dangerous to tyrants and exploiters because
they were so disorganized and
so completely honest. They could see with the eyes of a child,
and because of this, could spot a
phony a mile away. They were sometimes called "destroyer
of heroes." The white invaders hated
them, of course, so it was either be killed or find a way to
hide. Those who were killed are
remembered with much respect by their people. Those who survived
did so by learning to be
Tricksters, to change their form, to become invisible if necessary.
A negative religious figure (such as the Sacred Clown) seems
odd to most non-tribal people.
Most Native Americans, however, LOVE the humor of it and tell
stories about a mythic
Trickster whose pranks and mishaps teach the tribe moral lessons.
The Trickster takes many
forms, but the favorites seem to be animals who are exceptionally
curious, resourceful and
adaptable - SURVIVORS, such as spider, raven, rabbit, owl, bat,
coyote and crow. The stories
are full of funny situations with the Trickster being mischievous,
being in turn made a fool of,
and even getting involved in obscene affairs. "Mostly,
Trickster likes pullin' antics and tellin'
dirty jokes." Perhaps it is this appreciation for the
Trickster that has given the Native
American the ability to survive against all odds. The Trickster
makes a lot of mistakes, and
usually has a hard time learning from them. However, She keeps
on keepin' on. She doesn't
drown Herself in despair, doesn't kill Herself in frustration.
Trickster shows us how we trick OURSELVES. Her rampant curiosity
backfires, but, then,
something NEW is discovered (though usually not what She expected)!
This is where creativity
comes from - experiment, do something different, maybe even
something forbidden, and voila!
A breakthrough occurs! Ha! Ha! We are released! The world is
created anew! Do something
backwards, break your own traditions, the barrier breaks; destroy
the world as you know it, let
the new in.
Sacred Clowns function as the eyes of the Trickster in this
world: mirrors in which we see our
folly as well as our resilience. As the Salish clown said to
the people who were seduced into the
missionary's church by the pretty, shiny mirrors he handed out,
"There are better mirrors - the
mirrors in the eyes of the people you love." We're reflections
of each other. When we begin to
take ourselves too seriously, there is the Clown to give us
a laugh! When we become too heavy
with self-importance, there is the Clown to knock some of that
load away and lighten us up! The
power of the Clown is the power of life itself. Acknowledge
the pain, then let it go. Don't carry it
around with you. Focus on the joy, the mystery, the happiness,
the cosmic joke. When Clowns
delight in eating and in sexual horseplay, they are showing
this love of life.
It's a little more difficult to spot a young clown than it is
to spot a young warrior. Those who
describe a child as being "too sensitive" need to
be aware that the little one may be a Sacred
Clown in the making. The child may be shy, or she may be a temperamental
sometimes both in different situations. In any case, a young
clown is an explorer in the world of
emotions. She tests the limits of her feelings as surely as
a young warrior tests the limits of her
will. She can amuse herself for hours playing pretend games,
exercising her fantastic
imagination. She will often mimic animals in her play. Just
as often, she will have an ear for
music and a talent for drama. Physically, she will have an excellent
sense of balance.
The initiation for a Sacred Clown happens as she realizes that
even people who love each other
can be cruel to each other, or that Life itself can be cruel.
Her own intense reaction to a personal
experience of abandonment, betrayal of trust, or shattered romance
may result in extreme
depression, emotional imbalance, a nervous breakdown, or (in
extreme cases) a suicide attempt.
A Heyoka remembers her initiation thus, "I didn't care
about my life or what happened to me. I
didn't realize it, but there is big medicine in that abandon."
If she can somehow find her
emotional equilibrium, somehow go THROUGH the pain and come
out on the other side, learn
to dance on the knife edge of her own Soul, the experience becomes
a gateway THROUGH the
illusions of life and into the truth of life.
What is truth? This question propels the Clown into the sacred
dimension. The Truth the Clown
intuits is the interconnectedness of all life. She KNOWS (although
she cannot prove) that no part
is more important than any other part - no matter how big or
how small - and that the tiniest
change in one part produces a profound change in the Whole.
She SEES (although she cannot
explain) that imbalance or blockage of the Life Force is the
result of a person or group believing
themselves to be more important than another. And she can't
help puncturing that over-blown
self-importance with her sharp humor!
A Clown becomes Sacred by opening herself. Like a child, she
is vulnerable, fluid, and open to
the Life Force. Unlike a child, however, she has learned to
shield herself and move safely
through an insane world by using masks, disguises, tricks and
transformations. In a sane world,
she might risk a bit more exposure.
Native Americans say that Sacred Clowns are great lovers of
children, healing them and
protecting them. In addition, one of their powers is to bring
fertility to barren people and
situations. If the Sacred Warrior personifies the Sun, the Sacred
Clown personifies the Void -
that great black openness of space, the great Womb from which
we all are born. In the Hopi
Katchina ceremony, it is said that long ago the Sun was given
the responsibility to people the
earth, but that "it failed to lift itself," preferring
instead to follow its own personal ambitions
and desires without regard to the tribe. For this reason, the
responsibility to carry out the plan of
Life was shifted to the Clowns. In the Hopi ceremony, the Clowns
do not appear until after noon,
until "the sun reaches its zenith and is on its down slope."
"First here was the Sun, who was
young once and is now a grandparent of many powers. But the
Sun will one day go into the
Void. That's the power of the Heyoka - the Void."
The power of the Void is the power of wombness in us all, the
power of true creativity. The
power of being open is sometimes regarded as a weakness, but
the Sacred Clown gives us this
paradox: The weakest can be the most powerful. The dumbest can
be the most wise. "In a
clown's craziness, she can be obscene or test any of the existing
structures and ideas to see if they
are true and real - and she gets away with it. She herself is
weak, but her very weakness is her
In modern times, Clowns sometimes emerge into the public eye
as comediennes, actors in
guerilla theatre, critics, ritualists/artists/musicians who
break the boundaries of "good taste" and
aesthetics. But usually, they keep to the guise of normal, everyday
people who know how to get
other people to laugh at themselves.
If you decide to travel on this Path with a Heart, you'll be
travelling backwards! Remember,
though, to look behind you (or in front of you) once in a while.
It just could be that another
Sacred Clown is clowning YOU up! And that could be worth a good
belly laugh for sure!
1. Granny, from Daughters of Copper Woman by Anne Cameron, 1981,
Press Gang Publishers,
603 Powell Street, Vancouver, B.C. V6 A1 H2, pg. 109
2. ibid., pg. 108-114
3. Talayesva, Don C., Sun Chief: The Autobiography of a Hopi
Indian, Leo W. Simmons, ed.
New Haven: Yale University Press
4. Granny, from Daughters of Copper Woman, pg. 109
5. Agnes Whistling Elk, from Flight of the Seventh Moon, pg.
6. Philbert, Powwow Highway (Video Movie), 1982, Hand-Made Films
7. Clown, Daughters of Copper Woman, pg. 112
8. Agnes Whistling Elk, Medicine Woman, pg. 117
9. The Hopi Ritual Clown: Life As It Should Not Be by Hieb Louis
Albert, 1972, University
Microfilms International, Ann Arbor, MI, pg. 146
11. Ruby Plenty Chiefs, Flight of the Seventh Moon by Lynn V.
Andrews, 1984, Harper & Row,
NY, pg. 185
12. Zoila Guiterez, Jaguar Woman by Lynn V. Andrews, 1985, Harper
& Row, NY, pg. 121
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