Thursday, April 11, 2013

Initiation


The Satere-Mawe is an indigenous Indian tribe located in the Amazon. I first heard of this tribe while watching 'The Venom Hunter' on the Discovery Channel. Within the Satere-Mawe tribe suffering stings from multiple bullet ants is a rite of passage to initiate young males into manhood (Lentz & Nash, n.d.).
The bullet ant has a long syringe that retracts from its abdomen. The syringe injects the bullet ant’s victims with poneratoxin. The poneratoxin rates number one the Schmidt Sting Pain Index (Lentz & Nash, n.d.). In other words, the sting of the bullet ant is more painful than any other sting given by any other creature in the world.
To collect the bullet ants members of the Satere-Mawe tribe will sedate the bullet ants and weave them into a pair of gloves. When the ants begin to awaken, the gloves are then placed on the hands of the young man being initiated into manhood. The young men must wear the gloves for 10 minutes while hundreds of bullet ants sting their hands. Not only must they complete the 10 minutes, but they must do so without screaming out in pain. This ritual is repeated up to 20 times throughout the initiation into manhood taking anywhere from several months to several years to complete

Tree Hugger


Three Stages


As we have learned, myths have three pretty simple parts: beginnings, middles, and ends.  Mythology is everywhere, for it is the precedent behind every action.  As a blossoming mythic detective, I realized that I have gone through two of these stages already in my Christian life.

A word that comes to mind to describe my Christian upbringing is indoctrination.  As a baby, completely ignorant and malleable, I was baptized. 

In the eighth grade, I underwent Confirmation, a process through which tough questions are asked, spirituality is to be found, and a deep devotion to Christ secured.   So, at fourteen years of age, we are expected to intelligently and full-heartedly pursue our faith, and by the end of this process, we are true Christians. 

What’s the minimum age to get a driver’s license in the state of Montana?
What’s the age where we can legally vote, purchase tobacco, or buy a Playboy?
What’s the age where we can legally consume alcohol?
What’s the age where we can rent a car?

I am not a developmental psychologist.  I am not a neurosurgeon.  But the reason we have these age thresholds is because, supposedly, up until then the human brain hasn't developed enough to be capable of handling whatever task in a responsible manner.

Yet, as a Christian the most critically important decision any of us can make is to accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior.  Once we fully embrace that, we have the green light to Heaven...in contrast to spending an eternity rotting and burning and screaming and suffering in hell.

WOW!!!  That’s a pretty big decision for a person who can rationally declare their unquestioned love for Christ but can't even drive a car down the street.

I suppose all that’s left now is the end, the Apocalypse, where the veil will be lifted.

The Creation Myth of the Thompson Indians of British Columbia



In the beginning of time there was only water everywhere.  Old One got tired of looking at all the water, so he came down on a cloud, determined to create something new.  When the cloud-now fog-reached the waters, Old One plucked five hairs from his head (some say from his pubic area) and threw them down, and they became five perfect young women, already able to speak, see, and hear.  Then he asked the women what they would like to do with their lives.
The first woman said she would like to have many children, be wicked, and pursue her own pleasure.  She wanted her descendants to be fighters, murderers, adulterers, thieves, and liars.  Old One was sorry for this answer.
The second woman said she too would like to bear children, but that she and her descendants would be good and true people-wise, honest, peaceful, and chaste.  Old One praised the second woman and pointed out that in the end her way would triumph over the first woman’s. 
The third woman said she wanted to be the earth, the place where her sisters and their descendants would live.  She would allow the people to take life from her, and she promised to give abundantly of herself.  Old One was well pleased with new Earth Mother.  He foresaw that she would nurture the world and then take the dead back to herself and keep them warm.  She would give forth beautiful trees and plants.
The fourth woman said she planned to be fire, that she would give warmth to the people and help them make their food better.  Old One was more than satisfied with this plan.
The fifth woman simply wished to be water. 
Then the Old One changed the women into their wishes for themselves.  The third woman lay down in the waters and became the Earth Mother on which we live.  The fifth woman became the waters within Earth, the fourth woman became the spirit of fire in all things that burn.  As for the first and second women, Old One placed them on Earth and immediately impregnated them.  “You will be the first people,” he said, “and from you will come all the people of the earth-male and female.”  Old One foresaw that at first the evil woman’s children would dominate but that eventually the good woman’s children would prevail.  Old One said he would bring together the five sisters and all of the people-good and evil, dead and alive-at the end of the world
All of this explains why there are good and bad people on Earth.  It also explains how all of us are directly related to earth, fire, and water.



This creation story comes from the Thompson River Native North Americans of British Columbia, told by an old shaman named Nkamtcine’lx, whose grandfather had told him.  I chose this myth because it is relatively close to where we live and learning about how people interpreted this area of the world interested me.  We all know the Hebrew creation story presented by the people from what is now the Middle East, but a more local version seemed more relevant.

I found this story in “Creation Myths of the World: An Encyclopedia, Volume 1”, and at the end of the story, the author says that “Old man’s creation is technically ex nihilo in that it is of himself…”  I don’t agree with this.  Ex nihilo translates to “out of nothing”, and the Old One created the five women from his five hairs.  He didn’t speak or think them into existence, but rather a metamorphosis of his hair into the women.  I would say this is a world parent story.  It is from the body the of the Old One, his hair, from which everything came.  

Dream


I wrote this dream down as soon as I woke up.  The sentences are fragmented and random, due in part to the crazy nature of my dream and because it was about three in the morning.  I was going to go through and rewrite the sentences so as to be more “academic”, but I figured the initial raw telling was the way it should be kept.  In the story is Vick Ballard, who is a black running back for the Indianapolis Colts.  Why he was in my dream I have no idea.  I know very little about him and I’m not a Colts fan.  Plus, in the dream he was a normal-looking white guy probably in his 30s.  Very random.

I’m flying in a hang glider, but it wasn’t going so well.  Going to crash, fighting and fighting…can’t gain control smash into the ground but then recover and am back airborne.  Out of control again, on the verge of panic.  Suddenly Vick Ballard takes over…I’m not him but I see both from his point of view and from a birds eye.  He crashes hard into a field and is injured.  We need to get away…we’re in hostile territory…but he can’t move, he’s too injured from the crash.  I am fine and know we have to leave so we go but I look back and he’s struggling to move.  There are two giant vulture bird things that don’t fly but are walking instead on the ground, probably half our heights with big beaks that can sense something is wounded.  We both notice them…they aren’t interested in me but they are eyeing and circling Vick Ballard.  I shoo them away and we keep moving.  But Vick is getting worse, slowing down…and the birds are getting bolder, smelling blood in the water.  We keep moving but Vick keeps slowing down more and more and every time I look back I see those wretched birds getting closer and closer to him, picking at him with their giant beaks.  On the last time I turned around to try to scare them away, the birds didn’t flee.  They stood their ground and I knew I had to fight them to save Vick, who had saved me by taking over the flight earlier.  Very tense…all of a sudden one of the birds attacks me and I move to the side and grab the bird’s beak, it was so sharp and hurt my hands, but with a great effort I ripped its beak apart opposite from the way it clamps down when it eats.  One down, but there were more of them.
Then I woke up.

UPS Trucks



On my drive home after the class where Dr. Sexson told us about UPS trucks, I made a conscious effort to look for one.  I didn’t know if I wanted to see one or not…after all, I keep hearing there is no such thing as coincidence.  What would it mean if I saw a UPS truck on my way home after talking about it in class?  Well, nothing exciting happened.  Despite looking down just about every street and scanning the whole ride home, there were no UPS sightings.  I had turned onto my street and was seconds away from home when I decided to check my rearview mirror, just in case. 
Sure enough, a UPS truck was driving by the street. 
I told my roommates about it, but they were less than impressed.  The response I got from one was a quite sarcastic, “Cool story, dude.” 
But I do think it’s a cool story and at the same time a bit unnerving.  A UPS truck just happens to drive by the second I happen to look in my rearview mirror for the last time.  No such thing as coincidence…When we start looking for something, or keep our eyes open for it, we see it everywhere.  I’m starting to believe that.

To Arrive Where We Started



We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

From LITTLE GIDDING (No. 4 of 'Four Quartets') by T.S. Eliot

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own backyard.  Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with!”
            -Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz