Called By Joy

I remember the very moment I encountered the Order of Joy Warriors. I had been writing and paused because all my thoughts had vanished. That happens sometimes. It’s as if the part of your mind that puts things into words is waiting for the next clear thought to emerge so you can continue. I think of it as an intermission.

So there I was in this kind of blank space, quiet and waiting, when an image popped into my head. It was a large ivory-colored banner, and on it, written in golden letters that seemed to float somehow, were the words “Order of Joy Warriors.”

As I sat there staring at it, I got the distinct feeling that, even though I had no idea what it meant, I was being invited to join. “What’s not to like?” I said to myself. And right out loud, I said, “Okay.” But it wasn’t a whimsical agreement. It felt important, as if I was making a significant choice.

Over the course of the next couple of days, I was flooded with sustained peak experiences. It was a feast of good feelings–amusement, gratitude, appreciation, serenity, love, contentment, awe. Then something inside me asked me to reaffirm that I wanted to be a Joy Warrior. And I said, “Yes,” with the solemnity one gives to taking an oath.

I kind of went about my normal routine after that, only thinking about the Order now and then. The whole episode had taken place, after all, in my imagination. I confess, I even scoffed at it a bit. It seemed frivolous, given all the injustice and suffering in the world, to be focused on joy. Wouldn’t it be better to focus on some aspect of the world’s ills and work toward its healing? Joy seemed an almost ridiculous pursuit.

But as time went on, I began to see deeper into joy. I realized that I have been studying its various guises all my life. I’d fulfilled the prerequisites for eligibility into the Order. Now I had been offered the opportunity to learn to master living in joy. Little did I realize that when I accepted the offer what a challenging mission it would be.

It’s not like the world’s streets are overflowing with joy. It’s there, of course, shining. But its light is blocked by enormous swaths of a malevolent darkness that seems intent on extinguishing it altogether.

That’s why a commitment to joy matters. And that’s why members of the Order are deemed Warriors. We’ll talk about the enemies of joy later on. For now, I will only say that they are formidable and everywhere. That much is obvious to us all. As I said, it’s a challenging mission. We war with ourselves and with each other on so many fronts! The path of joy is not for sissies.

But the compensation is beyond measure and make every step more than worthwhile. I’m chronicling my journey here in the hope that you might choose to become a member of the Order, too. I can only tell you, of course, of my personal experiences. But I suspect that mine are universal in many ways. It will give you an idea what to expect, should you want to consider taking the pledge, and what you’re up against, and how meaningful and glorious are the rewards. And even if joining the Order isn’t your cup of tea, I hope you’ll benefit, or at least be entertained, by learning more about it. Stay tuned.

The Order of the Flexitarian Harmonizers, Joy Warrior Brigade

I guess we all want some kind of self-defined identity, a way to describe ourselves in a word or two, to state our primary life-orientation. Years ago, I invented an invisible business card on which I listed my title as “Adept Generalist.” It was a sort of non-sexist way of saying “Jack of All Trades.”

Then, a while back, I decided that I had refined my skills sufficiently to warrant a new title. With a sense of serious commitment to the designation, I declared myself a Flexitarian Harmonizer.

I envisioned the title as a kind of mission statement, a determination to bring harmony to human relationships through a commitment to flexibility in accepting others’ views of reality.

 It had become apparent to me that each of us lives in our own unique reality bubble, built of the data and experiences we gather as we go along, and everyone’s version of reality is as true and real to them as mine is to me. Maybe even more so. Probably more so, since it doesn’t seem to be a common practice among most of my fellows to question the validity of their bubble’s walls, or to wish to expand or alter them in any way.

Most of us cling to our versions of reality quite fervently, I observed. We’re not really into flexitarianism these days, despite popular notions of “tolerance” and “inclusion.” That’s not a fault. Our interpretations of reality let us make sense of the world. They give us some basis for making decisions about what is safe or valuable or pleasing for us.

I decided it was a gift when others would allow me to look at the world from inside their reality bubbles. And they would do that, I had learned, only to the extent that I didn’t find fault with them. That’s where the harmonizer part of my mission kicked in.

It seems a hundred years ago that I chose my new title. Little did I know back then where my commitment to that identity would lead, or how challenging it would become. Over time, I began to think of Flexitarian Harmonizers as a kind of spiritual Order. I saw it as my “calling,” you might say.

Then, several months ago, I suddenly accepted an invitation from myself to join a specialized unit of Harmonizers called the Joy Warrior Brigade. Not only would I continue to bring harmony into my surroundings in every possible way, but I would devote myself, for some extended period of time, to specialize as a Joy Warrior, manifesting joy, regardless of the obstacles, and promoting it, as a means of rescuing humanity from what increasingly appeared to be its engulfment and possible annihilation by forces of evil that opposed joy on every front.

I began my apprenticeship as a Joy Warrior little suspecting what an arduous path stretched before me. The enemy is entrenched, deeply cunning, and vile beyond anything I could have imagined. It didn’t take long to discover why members of the brigade were called warriors. The task of living and promoting joy is, indeed, a battle.

I’ll share some of my adventures and the lessons they’ve taught me as we go along. For now, I just wanted to give you a little background about how it all began.