I looked up the etymology of torture, it’s from the French, and among other descriptions I noticed the word “twisting.”
Try to put aside for just a brief moment any outrage, fear, anger, any high emotion that automatically occurs when the subject of torture, and more specifically, institutionalized torture a’la Yoo/Cheney, etc. comes to mind.
Just for a brief moment.
Twisting. For some reason that makes me think of someone taking a beautiful sacred mesa and brutally mining it so that it is utterly destroyed.
I recently read a wild book by Whitley Streiber, 2012, a Philip K. Dickian paranoia trip with some interesting notions, one being that there are monster people (somewhat lizard like but who can mimic human beings if necessary) who want to enslave our souls and the sacred spots on the planet were put there to keep the monsters’ giant “lenses” from working and stealing every human’s soul with a weird sparkly light that when poured over a person basically turns them into a zombie.
Well, that’s a terrible review, but I found the notion interesting in the sense that we have sacred places on our planet for a real reason, not just some mumbo jumbo hooie or sentimental “tree hugging’ motive. Winter Rabbit, among others, has enlightened me to the reality of why human beings need sacred spaces. And Streiber just gave a jazzed up high tech paranoid illustration of that in his book. But for me, the conclusion is the same. Sacred places, the word “sacred” itself, is a part of our human condition, and can be a very instructive teacher if we open ourselves to learn. I’m sure all of us here have experienced the sacred, but the word itself is either laughed at or “twisted” by fundamentalists of every stripe into something awful.
When we raze mountaintops and destroy sacred spaces, we are twisting something valuable into something not only useless but dangerous and toxic.
Why would we as a society do that? And why would we allow others to do that as a regular mode of business?
Why would we think for a moment that twisting something beautiful into something ugly is a good idea? Or that it would keep us safe?
Human beings are marvelous creations, as sacred and wondrous as the mountains, the oceans, desert, forest, all those places that give us a deep abiding sense of peace when we are near them, places that we know we need in order to stay sane.
Why would we twist other human beings into tortured souls? Is that truly the best we can come up with when danger threatens?
I said in another essay, don’t remember which, that it’s good to learn what one can from the past, as there have been tyrants throughout history, but it’s not enough.
We need to add to that knowledge as well, I feel, not just rest on what has already been learned. We need to come up with the language that a few generations down the road will be quoting as we blockquote others, both our peers and folks from the past whose writing has survived.
I asked at the beginning of this essay for the reader to put aside, for a brief moment, any outrage, anger, fear, other strong emotion, when thinking about torture. I asked because I think we need to go deeper into those strong feelings to find their sacred root — the creative human energy which will provide us the strength and ability to not only face the dangers of the present, but leave a marker behind us for our friends who will be traveling this way in the future.
I don’t mean some grand monument, just some good vibes, maybe some good stories, some chronicle of acts taken and deeds done, I dunno.
I read that ships in the sea will re-position a buoy if it has gone astray, so that others won’t be harmed by the event. That kind of thing is what I’m trying to get at.
Heh.
Anyway, I signed the petitition.
Friday. Snow and ice and general cold wetness, though at Rockefeller Center the little puddles reflected all the Christmas tree lights on the little sidewalk trees. Looked like a snowglobe of Midtown for a while.
Hope everyone had a good week.
For lagniappe, and because for every yin there is a yang, the word “twisted” has other uses that I don’t find so objectionable:
(Video courtesy of YouTuber BetteMidlerMusic)
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… earlier. Not an easy tune to sing, in more ways than one. (Video courtesy of YouTuber voxpopulai),
And then there’s Joni Mitchell’s version (Courtesy of YouTuber AJMusicgirl):
Miss Kitty
It truely is amazing the public is ready to sweep this under the carpet & move on.
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Check your links for “beautiful sacred mesa” and Winter Rabbit… 😉
Along the coast lines gangs used to light fires to falsely guide cargo ships onto rocks so their wreckage could be plundered. There’s a name for that ruse but it evades me just now. I suppose you could look at Wall Street at the financial equivalent – a false promise of safe harbor only to find yourself drowning in the surf as your life’s earnings are plundered by the thieves.
BTW, there was a 60s singer who did an excellent job on that tune by Bette, Joni et al. Anyone remember that? I’ve just finished moving more cubic feet of heavy snow than I care to think about and not all systems are functioning at the moment. More coffee and I’ll be better.
i have a couple of stories. they didn’t all happen to me, but as observer and chroniciculur (that is a word!) i have permission to tell the stories. 🙂
one old monk told me “God has been drawn down here” by people’s prayers. that was his answer to a special spot on the earth where miracles were/are routinely occur. (and i don’t mean miracles like crutches abandoned or holy water sold by the ounce. just routine miracles.)
of course, i also think “god” is a fill-in-the-blank word. the idea of prayer and intention and ceremony, that’s pretty universal.
great essay. will read again and again. layers!@!!
you know, a very serious story, a dream.
that i just freak about sharing on-line. i guess because i know i won’t be able to edit it, and it will need much editing to do it justice.
Tree in the Rock, WY
The site is now in the median of I-80. The rock ia 1-4 billion years old. The tree split the rock as it grew.
They diverted the Union Pacific when it was built so as not to kill the tree. The tree is mentioned in the journals of Oregon settlers before that.