November 26, 2006 at 7:58 pm #19514
This interview is with Martin Prechtel, author of a book (Secrets of the Talking Jaguar) I’ve been meaning to read for some time, but hadn’t. He clarifies a shamanic worldview, of the mayans in guatemala. I’m not interested in re-creating that world, but I am interested in the relationship between shamanism and inner alchemy. My view is that alchemy probably evolved out of shamanism, it became a way to essentialize it and take the principles involved to another level of internalization.
I can see the roots of many Taoist principles in his shamanic worldview. Prechtel portrays a process-centered world, in which both the gods and the humans need each other and feed each other (early and later heaven relationship).
He feels modern technology has failed because it doesn’t have enough ritual, in which debts are paid to the gods of nature that offer up the raw materials that humans shape. Because we don’t have/make enough time to do all the ritual necessary to appease the gods and the ancestors. The rituals he described are sent to all directions simultaneously.
It reminds me of doing wuji gong (primordial) to all the directions, gathering back in all the divine beings and aspects of self into the supreme mystery within us. Or fusioni, kan & Li as ways of resolving the ancestral issues by completing them, rather than just feeding them with shamanic rituals.
Anyway, very interesting interview.
From http://www.metahistory.org (thanks to Rainwater for asking about the site, other interesting material is there as well).
Martín Prechtel was raised in New Mexico on a Pueblo Indian reservation where people still lived in the old, pre-European ways. His mother was a Canadian Indian who taught at the Pueblo school, and his father was a white paleontologist. Martín loved the culture there, and the land. “I spent the whole of my very early life,” he says, “in a state of weepy terror about the possibility of the total annihilation of this beautiful world at the hands of a few white men who couldnt understand the beauty we had in this way of life.” He began to work against this dangerous, beauty-killing power. “The natives called it white man ways, ” he says, “but it was more than that. Its infectious power had eaten the whites, too, and made them its obvious promoter. This horrible syndrome had no use for the truly natural, the wild nature of all peoples.”
In 1970, after his first marriage ended and his mother died, Prechtel went to Mexico to clear his head. Seemingly by accident, he ended up going into Guatemala. He traveled around that country for more than a year before he came to a village called Santiago Atitlán. The village was inhabited by the Tzutujil, one of many indigenous Mayan subcultures, each of which has its own distinct traditions, patterns of clothing, and language.
In Santiago Atitlán, a strange man came up to Prechtel and said, “What took you so long? For two years Ive been calling you. Lets get to work!” So began his apprenticeship to Nicolas Chiviliu, one of the greatest of the Tzutujil Mayan shamans.
The apprenticeship lasted several years. As a shaman, Prechtel would learn how to correct imbalances in peoples relationships with the ancestors and the spirits. He also had to learn the Tzutujil language. (Women taught him at first, and because women and men talk differently, he was a great source of amusement when he began to speak in public.)
Though not a native, Prechtel became a full member of the village. He married a local woman and had three sons, one of whom died. When Chiviliu died, Prechtel took his place, becoming shaman to nearly thirty thousand people. He also rose to the public office of Nabey Mam, or first chief. One of his duties as chief was to lead the young village men through their long initiations into adulthood.
Prechtel wanted to stay in Santiago Atitlán forever, but during the time that he lived there, Guatemala was in the throes of a brutal civil war. The ruling government with its U.S.backed death squads had outlawed the thousand-year-old Mayan rites. Ultimately, Prechtel was forced to flee for his life. “I was going to stay,” he says, “but before my teacher died, he asked me to leave so that I wouldnt get killed. He wanted me to carry on the knowledge that he had passed to me.”
Prechtel brought his family to the U.S., where they “just kind of starved for a while until Robert Bly and men like him found me.” (Bly, a poet active in the mens movement, has high praise for Prechtel, whom he describes as “a short kind of pony that gallops through the fields of human possibility with flowers dropping out of his mouth.”) Though Prechtels wife decided to return to her native Guatemala, he remained in the U.S. with their children and currently lives not fifty miles from where he grew up.
Prechtel is the author of Secrets of the Talking Jaguar (Tarcher), in which he writes musically, clearly, and respectfully about the indigenous traditions in Santiago Atitlán. He gives glimpses of his training, yet never reveals details that would allow readers to steal the Mayans spiritual traditions the way others have stolen their land. In his most recent book, Long Life, Honey in the Heart (Tarcher), Prechtel describes the structure of the village, the Tzutujil priesthood, and everyday village life before the arrival of the death squads. In addition to his writing, Prechtel paints scenes from the daily activities and mythology of the Mayan people and is a musician who has recorded several cds.
Prechtel appears around the world at conferences on initiation for young men. (“Im working with women on that, too,” he says, “but its a little bit slower mostly because Im not a woman.”) He also leads workshops that help people reconnect with their own sense of place and the sacredness of ordinary life. “Spirituality is an extremely practical thing,” he says. “Its not just something you choose to do on the weekends. . . . Its an everyday thing, as essential as eating or holding hands or keeping warm in the winter.”
When I went to interview Prechtel at his home in New Mexico, I was embarrassed to find that my tape recorder wasnt working. Fortunately, his present wife, Hanna, had a recorder I could use. It worked for about forty minutes, then started to run backward. Martín apologized, saying this sort of thing happened all the time. “I just seem to have this effect on machines,” he said. “My dentist wont let me come in his front door anymore, because I freeze up all his computers.”
I made a note never to travel with him.
Hanna was able to coax the recorder to work again, and we finished the interview. My own tape recorder began working again the next morning, when I was about seventy miles away.
What is a shaman?
Shamans are sometimes considered healers or doctors, but really they are people who deal with the tears and holes we create in the net of life, the damage that we all cause in our search for survival. In a sense, all of us even the most untechnological, spiritual, and benign peoples are constantly wrecking the world. The question is: how do we respond to that destruction? If we respond as we do in modern culture, by ignoring the spiritual debt that we create just by living, then that debt will come back to bite us, hard. But there are other ways to respond. One is to try to repay that debt by giving gifts of beauty and praise to the sacred, to the invisible world that gives us life. Shamans deal with the problems that arise when we forget the relationship that exists between us and the other world that feeds us, or when, for whatever reason, we dont feed the other world in return.
All of this may sound strange to modern, industrialized people, but for the majority of human history, shamans have simply been a part of ordinary life. They exist all over the world. It seems strange to Westerners now because they have systematically devalued the other world and no longer deal with it as part of their everyday lives.
How are shamans from Siberia, for example, different from shamans in Guatemala?
There are as many different ways to be a shaman as there are different languages, but theres a commonality, as well, because were all standing on one earth, and theres water in the ocean wherever we go, and theres ground underneath us wherever we go. So we all have, on some level, a commonality of experience. We are all still human beings. Some of us have buried our humanity deep inside, or medicated or anesthetized it, but every person alive today, tribal or modern, primal or domesticated, has a soul that is original, natural, and, above all, indigenous in one way or another. The indigenous soul of the modern person, though, either has been banished to the far reaches of the dream world or is under direct attack by the modern mind. The more you consciously remember your indigenous soul, the more you physically remember it.
Shamans are all trying to put right the effects of normal human stupidity and repair relationships with the invisible sources of life. In many instances, the ways in which they go about this are also similar. For example, the Siberians have a trance method of entering the other world that is similar to one used in Africa.
Youve mentioned “the other world” a few times. Most modern people would not consciously acknowledge such a place. What is the other world?
If this world were a tree, then the other world would be the roots the part of the plant we cant see, but that puts the sap into the trees veins. The other world feeds this tangible world the world that can feel pain, that can eat and drink, that can fail; the world that goes around in cycles; the world where we die. The other world is what makes this world work. And the way we help the other world continue is by feeding it with our beauty.
All human beings come from the other world, but we forget it a few months after were born. This amnesia occurs because we are dazzled by the beauty and physicality of this world. We spend the rest of our lives putting back together our memories of the other world, enough to serve the greater good and to teach the new amnesiacs the children how to remember. Often, this lesson is taught during the initiation into adulthood.
The Mayans say that the other world sings us into being. We are its song. Were made of sound, and as the sound passes through the sieve between this world and the other world, it takes the shape of birds, grass, tables all these things are made of sound. Human beings, with our own sounds, can feed the other world in return, to fatten those in the other world up, so they can continue to sing.
Who are “they”?
All those beings who sing us alive. You could translate it as gods or as spirits. The Mayans simply call them “they.”
Theres an old Aztec saying I read years ago: “That we come to this earth to live is untrue. We come to sleep and to dream.” I wonder if you can help me understand it.
When you dream, you remember the other world, just as you did when you were a newborn baby. When youre awake, youre part of the dream of the other world. In the “waking” state, I am supposed to dedicate a certain amount of time to feeding the world Ive come from. Similarly, when I die and leave this world and go on to the next, Im supposed to feed this present dream with what I do in that one.
Dreaming is not about healing the person whos sleeping: its about the person feeding the whole, remembering the other world, so that it can continue. The New Age falls pretty flat with the Mayans, because, to them, self-discovery is good only if it helps you to feed the whole.
Where does the Mayan concept of debt fit in?
As Christians are born with original sin, Mayans are born with original debt. In the Mayan worldview, we are all born owing a spiritual debt to the other world for having created us, for having sung us into existence. It must be fed; otherwise, its going to take its payment out of our lives.
How does one repay this debt?
You have to give a gift to that which gives you life. Its an actual payment in kind. Thats the spiritual economy of a village.
Its like my old teacher used to say: “You sit singing on a little rock in the middle of a pond, and your song makes a ripple that goes out to the shores where the spirits live. When it hits the shore, it sends an echo back toward you. That echo is the spiritual nutrition.” When you send out a gift, you send it out in all directions at once. And then it comes back to you from all directions.
It must end up being a complex pattern, because as youre sending your song out, your neighbors are also sending theirs out, and youve got all these overlapping ripples.
Its an entangled net so enormous the mind cannot possibly comprehend it. No one knows whats connected to where.
How does this relate to technology?
Technological inventions take from the earth but give nothing in return. Look at automobiles. They were, in a sense, dreamed up over a period of time, with different people adding on to each others dreams or, if you prefer, adding on to each others studies and trials. But all along the way, very little, if anything, was given back to the hungry, invisible divinity that gave people the ability to invent those cars. Now, in a healthy culture, thats where the shamans would come in, because with every invention comes a spiritual debt that must be paid, either ritually, or else taken out of us in warfare, grief, or depression.
A knife, for instance, is a very minimal, almost primitive tool to people in a modern industrial society. But for the Mayan people, the spiritual debt that must be paid for the creation of such a tool is great. To start with, the person who is going to make the knife has to build a fire hot enough to produce coals. To pay for that, hes got to give a sacrificial gift to the fuel, to the fire.
Ideally, the gift should be something made by hand, which is the one thing humans have that spirits dont.
Once the fire is hot enough, the knife maker must smelt the iron ore out of the rock. The part thats left over, which gets thrown away in Western culture, is the most holy part in shamanic rituals. Whats left over represents the debt, the hollowness thats been carved out of the universe by human ingenuity, and so must be refilled with human ingenuity. A ritual gift equal to the amount that was removed from the other world has to be put back to make up for the wound caused to the divine. Human ingenuity is a wonderful thing, but only so long as its used to feed the deities that give us the ability to perform such extravagant feats in the first place.
So, just to get the iron, the shaman has to pay for the ore, the fire, the wind, and so on not in dollars and cents, but in ritual activity equal to whats been given. Then that iron must be made into steel, and the steel has to be hammered into the shape of a knife, sharpened, and tempered, and a handle must be put on it. There is a deity to be fed for each part of the procedure. When the knife is finished, it is called the “tooth of earth.” It will cut wood, meat, and plants. But if the necessary sacrifices have been ignored in the name of rationalism, literalism, and human superiority, it will cut humans instead.
All of those ritual gifts make the knife enormously “expensive,” and make the process quite involved and time-consuming. The need for ritual makes some things too spiritually expensive to bother with. Thats why the Mayans didnt invent space shuttles or shopping malls or backhoes. They live as they do not because its a romantic way to live its not; its enormously hard but because it works.
Western culture believes that all material is dead, and so there is no debt incurred when human ingenuity removes something from the other world. Consequently, we end up with shopping malls and space shuttles and other examples of “advanced” technology, while the spirits who give us the ability to make those things are starving, becoming bony and thin, which is one reason why anorexia is such a prob-lem: the young are acting out this image. The universe is in a state of starvation and emotional grief because it has not been given what it needs in the form of ritual food and actual physical gifts. We think were getting away with something by stealing from the other side, but it all leads to violence. The Greek oracle at Delphi saw this a long time ago and said, “Woe to humans, the invention of steel.”
Why does this theft lead to violence?
Though capable of feeding all creation, the spirit is not an omnipotent force, as Christianity would have us believe, but a natural force of great subtlety. When its subtlety is trespassed on by the clumsiness of human greed and conceit, then both human and divine nature are violated and made into hungry, devouring things. We become food for this monster our spiritual amnesia has created. The monster is fed by wars, psychological depression, self-hate, and bad world-trade practices that export misery to other places.
We inflict violence upon each other as a way to replace what we steal from nature because weve forgotten this old deal that our ancestors signed so long ago. Instead, we psychologize and objectify that relationship as a personal experience or pathology, rather than a spiritual obligation. At that point, our approach to spirituality becomes rationalist armoring, a psychology of protection for the part of us that creates the greed monster, which causes us to kill the world and each other. As individuals, we become depressed, because the beings of the other world take it out of our emotions.
When we no longer maintain a relationship with the spirits, the spirits have to eat our psyches. And when the spirits are done eating our psyches, they eat our bodies. And when theyre done with that, they move on to the people close to us.
When you have a culture that has for centuries, or longer, ignored these relationships, depression becomes a way of life. We try to fix the depression through technology, but thats never going to work. Nor will it work to plunder other cultures, nor to kill the planet. All that is just an attempt not to be held accountable to the other world. If youre to succeed as a human being, youve got to live meaningfully, passionately, and fully, so that even your death becomes a meaningful sacrifice to the spirits, feeding them. Everybodys death was a meaningful sacrifice until people started to become “civilized” and began killing everybody elses gods in the name of monotheism. As you grow older, your life becomes more and more meaningful as a sacrifice, because you give more and more gifts to the other world, and the spirits are better fed by your speech and prayers.
How do you respond to someone who says that the notion of paying a debt to the spirit world for making a knife is just inefficient, which is why weve wiped out all those cultures. In the time your group spends making one knife, my group will make three hundred knives and cut all your throats.
If you take up that strategy, then you will have to live with the ghosts of those youve murdered which means youve got to make more and more knives, and you will become more and more depressed, all the while calling yourself “advanced” to rationalize your predicament.
What are these ghosts?
Before we talk any more about ghosts, we have to talk about ancestors, because the two are related.
Often, youll hear that you have to honor your ancestors, but I believe its much more complex than that. Our ancestors werent necessarily very smart. In many cases, they are the ones who left us this mess. Some of them were great, but others had huge prejudices. If these ancestors are given their due, then you dont have to live out their prejudices in your own life. But if you dont give the ancestors something, if you simply say, “Im descended from these people, but they dont affect me very much; Im a unique individual,” then youre cursed to spend your life either fighting your ancestors, or else riding the wave they started. Youll have to do that long before you can be yourself and pursue what you believe is worth pursuing.
The Mayan way of dealing with this is to give the ancestors a place to live. You actually build houses for them called “sleeping houses” and put your ancestors in there. The houses are small, because the ancestors dont take up any space, but they do need a designated place, just like anything else. Then you feed your ancestors with words and eloquence. We all have old, forgotten languages that our languages are descended from, and many of these languages are a great deal more ornate. But even with our current language, we still have the capacity to create strange, mysterious, poetic gifts to feed the ancestors, so that we wont become depressed by their ghosts devouring our everyday lives.
If we can get past the prejudices of the last ten thousand years worth of ancestors, then we can find our way back to our indigenous souls and culture, where we are always at home and welcome.
My ancestry is Danish, French, and Scottish, but I live in northern California, so how can I find my way back?
The problem is not that your ancestors migrated to North America but that, when they died, their debts were not properly paid with beauty, grief, and language. Whenever someone dies, that persons spirit has to go on to the next world. If that person has not gone through an initiation and remembered where she came from and what she must do to go on, then she wont know where to go. Also, when a person dies, her spirit must return what has been taken out to feed her existence while she was on earth. All of the old burial rituals are about paying back the debt to the other world and helping the spirit to move on.
One of the ways those who remain behind can help repay this spiritual debt is simply by missing the dead. Lets say your beloved grandmother dies. Some might say you shouldnt weep, because shes going to “a better place,” and weeping is just pure selfishness. But peoples longing for each other and for the terrain of home is so enormous that, if you do not weep to express it, youre poisoning the future with violence. If that longing is not expressed as a loud, beautiful wail, a song, or a piece of art thats given as a gift to the spirits, then it will turn into violence against other beings and, more importantly, against the earth itself, because you will have no understanding of home. But if you are able to feed the other world with your grief, then you can live where your dead are buried, and they will become a part of the landscape in a way.
Many old cultures had funeral arrangements whereby the dead were annually fed by the living for as long as fifty years, with the living giving ritual payments back to the world and the earth for the debts incurred by the deceased. When that grief doesnt happen, the ancestors ghosts begin to chase the culture.
Its difficult enough when you have only a few dead people to mourn, but what happens when there are too many dead, when there is no time to mourn them all? When you get not just one or two ghosts (which a shaman might be able to help you with), but hundreds, or thousands, or millions of ghosts, because not just your ancestors, but the beings who have been trespassed against the women who have been raped, the animals who have been slaughtered for no reason, the ground that has been torn to shreds have all become ghosts, too?
Are you speaking metaphorically here?
No, Im talking literally. The ghosts will actually chase you, and they always chase you toward the setting sun. Thats why all the great migrations of the past several thousand years have been to the west: because people are running away from the ghosts. The people stop and try to live in a new place for a while, but the ghosts always catch up with them and create enormous wars and pain and problems, which feed the hungry hordes of ghosts. Then the people continue on, always moving, never truly at home. Now we have an entire culture based on our fleeing or being devoured by ghosts.
What can we do about the ghosts?
On a finite planet, we cant outrun them. Weve tried to develop technology that will keep us safe: medicines to numb our grief, fortresses to keep the ghosts away. But none of it will work.
In a village, if a family is beset by a ghost, the shaman will capture the ghost, break it down into its component parts, and send them back to the other world one at a time. Then the shaman and the family will set up a regular maintenance program, to get back on track in their relationship with the other world. This is the maintenance way of living.
Im not sure how Western culture could do this. How can members of a culture that considers the earth a dead thing possibly repay all that debt? How can they possibly get away from all those ghosts? With everything that has gone on for so long, can they ever really be at home again?
To be at home in a place, to live in a place well, we first have to understand where we are; weve got to look at our surroundings. Second, weve got to know our own histories. Third, weve got to feed our ancestors ghosts, so that the ghosts arent eating us or the people around us. Lastly, weve got to begin to grieve. Now, grief doesnt mean sitting around weeping every day. Rather, grief means using the gifts youve been given by the spirits to make beauty. Grief thats not expressed this way becomes a kind of toxic waste inside a persons body, and inside the culture as a whole, until it has to be put in containers and shipped someplace, the way they ship radioactive waste to New Mexico.
This locked-up grief has to be metabolized. As a culture and as individuals, we must begin feeling our grief that delicious, fantastic, eloquent medicine. Then we can start giving spiritual gifts to the land we live on, which might someday grant our grandchildren permission to live there.
Whats the relationship between grief and belonging to a place?
In the Guatemalan village where I lived, you dont belong someplace until your people have died there and the living have wept for them there. Until a few of your generations have died on the land and been buried there, and your soul has fed on the land, youre still a tourist, a visitor.
While I lived in this village, one of my sons, a baby, died of typhoid. When I lost a child, I mysteriously and suddenly became a true, welcomed resident of the land. It wasnt as if I owned the land, but I was an honorable renter whod paid with grief, artistically expressed in ritual. My child had merged with the land, so now I was related to the rocks and the trees and the air in a bodily way that I hadnt been before. And since the other villagers were all related to these same rocks and trees and air, that made us all relatives.
Now, you might say that all your ancestors from Denmark, France, and Scotland have been put in the ground in North America, so why arent you welcome here? Why arent you related to the rocks and the trees and the air?
Its because your ancestors who died are most likely still ghosts, still uninitiated souls who have not yet become true ancestors, because their debts were not paid with grief and beauty. Once they become true ancestors, you merge with the region, and you begin to help this world live. At that point, youll find that you have less need for toasters and machinery and computers less need for everything. Youll finally be starting to live well.
For us to get to that stage, we have to study eloquence, grief, and sacrifice. Im not just talking about the type of sacrifice where somebody takes three days off to work in the neighborhood, although that may be part of it. Im talking about giving to the nonhuman, as well as to the human.
So youre saying that we need to deal with the ghosts, and once weve dealt with them . . .
Then we have to talk about maintenance, which is far more important than corrective measures. This culture is based on fixing things, as opposed to maintaining them. But once we start to maintain instead of constantly fix, the problems that vex us will become much easier to solve. It will no longer be a mat-ter of fixing something as we think of it today. Right now, fixing something means getting our way. It should mean asking: “What do I need to do here?”
Our culture also emphasizes individual freedom, but such freedom can be enjoyed only when there is a waiting village of open-armed, laughing elders who know compassion and grasp the complexity of the spirit world well enough to catch us, keep us grounded, and protect us from ourselves.
If the modern world is to start maintaining things, it will have to redefine itself. A new culture will have to develop, in which neither humans and their inventions nor God is at the center of the universe. What should be at the center is a hollow place, an empty place where both God and humans can sing and weep together. Maybe, together, the diverse and combined excellence of all cultures could court the tree of life back from where its been banished by our literalist minds and dogmatic religions.
Speaking of dogmatic religions, how did the Mayan traditions survive the influx of Spanish missionaries?
The Spaniards came to our village in 1524, but they couldnt get anybody to go to their church, so they demolished our old temple and used the stones to build a new church on the same site. (This was a common practice.) But the Tzutujil people are crafty. They watched as the old temple stones were used to build the new church, and they memorized where each one went. As far as the Tzutujil were concerned, this strange, square European church was just a reconfiguration of the old. (When I was learning to be a shaman, I had to memorize where all those damn stones were, because they were all holy. It was like being a novice taxi driver in London.)
The Catholic priests abandoned the village in the 1600s because of earthquakes and cholera, then came back fifty years later and found a big hole in the middle of the church. “What is that?” they said.
By then, the Indians knew the priests destroyed everything relating to the native religion, so the Indians said, “When we reenact the crucifixion of Jesus, this is the hole where we put the cross.”
In truth, that hole was a hollow place that was never to be filled, because it led to another hollow place left over from the temple that had been there originally, and that place was connected to all the other layers of existence.
For four and a half centuries, the Indians kept their traditions intact in a way that the Europeans couldnt see or understand. If the Spaniards asked, “Where is your God?” the Indians would point to this empty hole. But when the American clergy came in the 1950s, they werent fooled. They said, “This is paganism.” And so, eventually, they filled the empty place with concrete.
I was there when that happened, in 1976. I was livid. I went to the village council and ranted and raved about how terrible it was. The old men calmly smoked their cigars and agreed. After an hour or so, when I was out of breath, they started talking about something totally unrelated. I asked, “Doesnt anybody care about this?”
“Oh, yeah,” they said. “We care. But these Christians are idiots if they think they can just eradicate the conduit from this world to the next with a little mud. Thats as ridiculous as you worrying about it. But if you must do something, heres a pick, shovel, and chisel. Dig it out.”
So some old men and I dug out the hole. Then the Catholics filled the hole back up, and two weeks later we dug it out again. We went back and forth this way five times until, finally, somebody made a stone cover for the hole, so the Catholics could pretend it wasnt there, and we could pull the cover off whenever we wanted to use it.
Thats how the spirit is now in this country. The hole, the hollow place that must be fed, is still there, but its covered over with spiritual amnesia. We try to fill up that beautiful hollow place with drugs, television, potato chips anything. But it cant be filled. It needs to be kept hollow.
Why is a hollow place holy?
The Mayan people understand that the world did not come out of a creators hand, but grew out of this hollow place and became a tree whose fruit was diversity. Human beings werent on that tree, but everything that was on that original tree eventually went into human beings. You have gourd seeds in you, and raccoons, and amoebas everything.
When the tree finally grew to maturity, flowered, and bore fruit, the fruit was made of sound, and every piece of it that dropped to the ground sprouted and gave birth to the diverse kinds of life. Then the old tree died and became humus consisting of ancient sounds, out of which all things flourish to this day. Everything we feel, touch, and taste is actually a manifestation of that original diversity, which means that the tree isnt really dead, but dismembered, and its constantly trying to “re-member” itself.
Every year in my village, when it was still intact, the young men and women who were to be initiated into adulthood went down the hole into the other world to try to bring the parent tree back to life. They put the seeds of their holy sounds and their tears into that hole where the old tree used to live long ago. And the tree grew back. But the rest of the year, the village devoured the trees diverse forms, creating an annual need for new initiates to re-member the old provider tree back to life. The initiates were able to go down into that hollow place and restore the tree to life because they knew how to be eloquent, how to grieve, and how to fight death instead of fighting and killing other beings.
When you say “fight death,” do you mean they resisted or denied its inevitability?
No, on the contrary, I mean they wrestled with death. In order for there to be life, there has to be a spiritual wrestling match with death; otherwise, it becomes a literal battle that can kill you.
The problem with death is that its gods are rationalists. The Mayans have thirteen goddesses and thirteen gods of death. These deities have no imagination, which is why they have to eat and kill us to get our souls, our imagination. Once death has your soul, it is happy and stops killing for a while. But then you must go down and ask death with all your eloquence to please give back your soul. When death refuses, youve got to gamble with death, because death obeys only one rule: the rule of chance. And so you use gambling bones and try to beguile death with your eloquence. Thats what we call “wrestling death.” You cant kill death, of course. The best you can hope for in such a match is to bring death to a standoff. Then death will say, “OK, Ill tell you what. Im going to give you back your soul if you promise to continue to feed me this eloquence on a regular basis, and to die at your appointed hour.”
During initiation, when the young men and women wrestle death, what theyre doing, essentially, is signing a contract that says, “I give up the idealistic notion that I should live forever.” Your soul is then returned, but you must ritually render a percentage of the fruit of your art, your eloquence, and your imagination to the other world. Thats the only deal youre going to get from death. If you try to strike a better bargain, youre going to end up killing a lot of people. When an entire culture tries to make a better deal, or refuses to wrestle death with eloquence, then death comes up to the surface to eat us in a literal way, with wars and depression.
Tell me more about the indigenous soul.
Every individual in the world, regardless of cultural background or race, has an indigenous soul struggling to survive in an increasingly hostile environment created by that individuals mind. A modern persons body has become a battleground between the rationalist mind which subscribes to the values of the machine age and the native soul. This battle is the cause of a great deal of spiritual and physical illness.
Over the last several centuries, a heartless, culture-crushing mentality has enforced its so-called progress on the earth, devouring all peoples, nature, imagination, and spiritual knowledge. Like a bulldozer, it has left a flat, homogenized streak of civilization in its wake. Every human on this earth, whether from Africa, Asia, Europe, or the Americas, has ancestors whose stories, rituals, ingenuity, language, and life ways were taken away, enslaved, banned, exploited, twisted, or destroyed by this mentality. What is indigenous in other words, natural, subtle, hard to explain, generous, gradual, and village oriented in each of us has been banished to the ghettos of our heart, or hidden away from view on reservations inside the spiritual landscape. Were taught to believe that our thoughts are actually the center of our life. Like the conquering, modern culture we belong to, we understand the world only with the mind, not with the indigenous soul.
And this indigenous soul is not something that can be brought back in “wild man” or “wild woman” retreats on the weekend and then dropped when you put on your business suit. Its not something you take up because its fun or trendy. It has to be authentic, and it has to be spiritually expensive.
Lets talk for a moment about co-optation. There are two common positions on the wider use of indigenous traditions. One is that theres nothing wrong with making a sweat lodge in your backyard for weekend retreats, while continuing to be a stockbroker on weekdays.
The consumer method.
The other, which I subscribe to, is that we must respect the privacy of indigenous traditions and not mine them for our own purposes.
Ive made a huge effort never to do that. The truth is that I never wanted to write books about Mayan traditions in the first place. On the Pueblo reservation where I grew up, it was taboo to write, because writing freezes knowledge, and also because much knowledge becomes useless when it is not kept secret and used only under sacred conditions. And often the things that are the most sacred are the most simple and ordinary. When this ordinariness is framed in subtle, time-honored ways, it becomes extraordinary and maintains its spiritual usefulness.
The traditions you write about are not your native Southwestern traditions.
No, but I lived in Santiago Atitlán, in Guatemala, for many years and made my life there. I was married, with children. Then, when the U.S.backed death squads came, more than eighteen hundred villagers were killed within seven years: shot, beaten, tortured, poisoned, chopped up, starved to death in holes, beheaded, disappeared. This took place in a village where, prior to 1979, most people had never heard a gunshot. I had a price on my head and was almost killed on three different occasions in the 1980s. I returned to the U.S. and brought my family with me. My wife later went back home, taking our two sons with her, and we separated. The boys soon returned to live with me and are now grown men.
Then, in 1992, there was another massacre, and I had to go back to Guatemala. Some young Tzutujil men met me in a pickup truck, which was strange in itself: before, nobody had owned an automobile. They put me in the back with a bunch of squash, under a tarp. Whenever we came to an army roadblock, the soldiers saw just the squash and let us pass. They didnt look very hard. (Most of the soldiers really dont want to kill anybody: they have to be goaded into it. But they do kill.)
When wed gotten past all the roadblocks, I got to sit up front. The other passengers were all kids. This was only eight years after Id left, and already they had forgotten the name of my teacher, who had been one of the greatest and most famous shamans around.
As we drove, theyd ask, “Do you know the story of that mountain over there?”
“Yeah,” Id say, “thats called Skuut. It was originally in the ocean and was brought up on land by the old goddess of the reptiles.”
Pretty soon the truck was going about three miles an hour because they were rediscovering, through their ancestors ancient stories, every mountain, ravine, and boulder along our route. After about two hours, I asked, “How come you dont know any of this?”
“Well,” said one, “these two are Christians, so theyre not allowed to know, and the rest of us dont have parents. They were killed in the 1980s.”
So there I was, this blond half-breed from the U.S. not even any blood relation to these kids telling them their own peoples stories. I realized then that these children, as well as my own two sons, would never know the richness of village life. They were losing their connection to this place. I had to write down what I knew, but I couldnt write down the specifics that we went to the lake and did this and put this offering there because then those rituals could be expropriated.
My decision to leave out the details of the rituals has irritated many people in the U.S. They insist I tell them “how to do it.” I always respond, “Its not technology.”
Youve said explicitly that the power of shamanism is not in the specific words or the prayers.
My teacher always said that, if there is to be any hope whatsoever of living well on this earth, we have to take the ancient root and put new sap in it. That doesnt mean we need to do something new, but to do something old in a new way, which takes great courage.
I decided that if I could write these books such that the oral tradition is evident to readers, memories of their own indigenous souls might begin to arise. Of course, I tell people not to get on a plane and go to Guatemala. That would bring nothing but more heartbreak and plundering. The answer must be found in your own backyard, where you live. The only reason to explore another culture is to be able to smell the poverty in your own. Even if you go to another culture and are accepted in some way, you still have an obligation not to abandon your own culture, but to return to your homeland and try to coax its alienated indigenous traditions back into everyday life and away from tribalism, fundamentalism, and corporatized, nihilistic greed.
This is true whether were talking about traditions or natural resources. Right now, “genetic prospectors” are going to Brazil to study plants used by indigenous peoples. Why? So they can save rich, white North Americans from diseases caused by the stupidities of their own culture. Theyre mining other peoples traditions to fix, mechanically, illnesses that would be much better addressed if they stayed home and dealt with their own cultures lack of imagination and grace, grieving collectively about the inescapable reality of their mortality.
People should also be aware that many things that are touted as indigenous are not. Many of the sweat-lodge ceremonies, for example, are about as Jesuit as you can get. No Indian had ever heard of the Great Spirit before the 1850s. Thats all from the Jesuits.
Youve said that one problem with Western culture is its use of the verb to be.
When I was a child, I spoke a Pueblo language called Keres, which doesnt have the verb to be. It was basically a language of adjectives. One of the secrets of my ability to survive and thrive in Santiago Atitlán was that the Tzutujil language, too, has no verb to be. Tzutujil is a language of carrying and belonging, not a language of being. Without to be, theres no sense that something is absolutely this or that. If two people argue, theyre said to be “split,” like firewood, but both sides are still of the same substance. Some of the rights and wrongs that nations have fought and died to defend or obtain are not even relevant concepts to traditional Tzutujil. This isnt because the Tzutujil are somehow too “primitive” to understand right and wrong, but because their lives arent based on absolute states or permanence. Mayans believe nothing will last on its own. Thats why their lives are oriented toward maintenance rather than creation.
“Belonging to” is as close to “being” as the Tzutujil language gets. One cannot say, “She is a mother,” for instance. In Tzutujil, you can only call someone a mother by saying whose mother she is, whom she belongs to. Likewise, one cannot say, “He is a shaman.” One says instead, “The way of tracking belongs to him.”
In order for modern Western culture to really take hold in Santiago Atitlán, the frustrated religious, business, and political leaders first had to undermine the language. Language is the glue that holds the layers of the Mayan universe together: the eloquence of the speech, the ancestral lifeline of the mythologies. The speech of the gods was in our very bones. But once the Westerners forced the verb to be upon our young, the whole archaic Mayan world disappeared into the jaws of the modern age.
In a culture with the verb to be, one is always concerned with identity. To determine who you are, you must also determine who you are not. In a culture based on belonging, however, you must bond with others. You are defined by where you stand and whom you stand with. The verb to be also reduces a language, taking away its adornment and beauty. But the language becomes more efficient. The verb to be is very efficient. It allows you to build things.
Rather than build things, Mayans cultivate a climate that allows for the possibility of their appearance, as for a fruit or a vine. They take care of things. In the past, when they built big monuments, it wasnt, as in modern culture, to force the world to be a certain way, but rather to repay the world with a currency proportionate to the immense gifts the gods had given the people. Mayans dont force the world to be what they want it to be: they make friends with it; they belong to life.
Youve spoken a lot today about the importance of maintenance. How does that relate to the Tzutujil practice of building flimsy houses?
In the village, people used to build their houses out of traditional materials, using no iron or lumber or nails, but the houses were magnificent. Many were sewn together out of bark and fiber. Like the house of the body, the house that a person sleeps in must be very beautiful and sturdy, but not so sturdy that it wont fall apart after a while. If your house doesnt fall apart, then there will be no reason to renew it. And it is this renewability that makes something valuable. The maintenance gives it meaning.
The secret of village togetherness and happiness has always been the generosity of the people, but the key to that generosity is inefficiency and decay. Because our village huts were not built to last very long, they had to be regularly renewed. To do this, villagers came together, at least once a year, to work on somebodys hut. When your house was falling down, you invited all the folks over. The little kids ran around messing up what everybody was doing. The young women brought the water. The young men carried the stones. The older men told everybody what to do, and the older women told the older men that they werent doing it right. Once the house was back together again, everyone ate together, praised the house, laughed, and cried. In a few days, they moved on to the next house. In this way, each familys place in the village was reestablished and remembered. This is how it always was.
Then the missionaries and the businessmen and the politicians brought in tin and lumber and sturdy houses. Now the houses last, but the relationships dont.
In some ways, crises bring communities together. Even nowadays, if theres a flood, or if somebody is going to put a highway through a neighborhood, people come together to solve the problem. Mayans dont wait for a crisis to occur; they make a crisis. Their spirituality is based on choreographed disasters otherwise known as rituals in which everyone has to work together to remake their clothing, or each others houses, or the community, or the world. Everything has to be maintained because it was originally made so delicately that it eventually falls apart. It is the putting back together again, the renewing, that ultimately makes something strong. That is true of our houses, our language, our relationships.
Its a fine balance, making something that is not so flimsy that it falls apart too soon, yet not so solid that it is permanent. It requires a sort of grace. We all want to make something thats going to live beyond us, but that thing shouldnt be a house, or some other physical object. It should be a village that can continue to maintain itself. That sort of constant renewal is the only permanence we should wish to attain.November 27, 2006 at 12:54 pm #19515
I read some of Don Miguel Ruiz’s stuff and enjoyed it. DId not see any movement work or anything like that. I thought it was very accessible wisdom. Must have been modified from its older ceremonial stuff. I saw a video of his sun talking about the primordial source.November 30, 2006 at 4:53 pm #19517
Excelent article, Michael.
Just wanna say that your effort to discover great new things doesn’t go by unappreciated. We have a discussion group on yahoo… there we like to discuss your interesting messages, amoung other subjects related to Taoism and spirituality.
Thanks a mill’
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