Poor heart! he had helped to bury her, and knew it not.
Trauma?
Poor heart! he had helped to bury her, and knew it not.
Trauma?
We went on to a farmhouse that was yet standing
"nor one house left standing" stays in house left standing
Christian to be seen, nor one house left standing.
Oh thank god, big W for the natives.
Mr. Hoar,
Who tf is this guy?
In my travels an Indian came to me and told me, if I were willing, he and his squaw would run away, and go home along with me. I told him no: I was not willing to run away, but desired to wait God’s time, that I might go home quietly, and without fear.
Man what the hell is her problem???
At first they were all against it, except my husband would come for me, but afterwards they assented to it, and seemed much to rejoice in it; some asked me to send them some bread, others some tobacco, others shaking me by the hand, offering me a hood and scarfe to ride in; not one moving hand or tongue against it.
It sounds like she's made friends in these people, why does she speak of them so poorly? Has she considered that she is the problem? Of course not, God is on her side.
and the poor Christians’
Aww, the poor Christians. They'd never hurt anyone, right? Ahem https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_Christian_missions
and boast how many towns they had destroyed,
How many of those towns were founded on the blood of their friends, parents, siblings, etc.? How many Europeans bothered to attempt to live peacefully with the natives instead of uprooting their entire way of life?
They mourned (with their black faces) for their own losses, yet triumphed and rejoiced in their inhumane, and many times devilish cruelty to the English.
Right, it's so terrible to mourn a loss and celebrate a victory. Now why don't you tell us why they were fighting the English, Mary? I'm very curious.
Israel
Oh I just know Mary would thrive in Tel Aviv if she were alive today.
They would pick up old bones, and cut them to pieces at the joints, and if they were full of worms and maggots, they would scald them over the fire to make the vermine come out, and then boil them, and drink up the liquor, and then beat the great ends of them in a mortar, and so eat them. They would eat horse’s guts, and ears, and all sorts of wild birds which they could catch; also bear, venison, beaver, tortoise, frogs, squirrels, dogs, skunks, rattlesnakes; yea, the very bark of trees; besides all sorts of creatures, and provision which they plundered from the English.
I know she intends this to sound disgusting and barbaric, and while it's not the most appetizing thing I've ever heard, it's thoroughly impressive what people can do to survive when it comes down to it. Also, rattlesnakes? I had to look it up, but sure enough there is one species of rattlesnake that is native to New England, the timber rattlesnake. Huh, cool.
They eat also nuts and acorns, artichokes, lilly roots, ground beans, and several other weeds and roots, that I know not.
Yeah, when you live somewhere for multiple generations you figure it out.
Though many times they would eat that, that a hog or a dog would hardly touch; yet by that God strengthened them to be a scourge to His people.
I thought everyone on Earth were God's people, or is that only white people? I hate this lady so much it's not even funny.
strangely did the Lord provide for them; that I did not see (all the time I was among them) one man, woman, or child, die with hunger.
Now Mary, I know you think that the English are God's gift to humanity and that these stupid natives couldn't have survived on their own, but is it at all possible that they simply know how to survive in the conditions of the area they've inhabited for generations?
I can but admire to see the wonderful providence of God in preserving the heathen for further affliction to our poor country.
Your poor country? How are you going to diminish the impact of one of the most powerful colonizing forces in the history of the world?
Shall there be evil in the City and the Lord hath not done it?
Is she finally waking up to the absurdity of her own beliefs, or will this be short-lived as the rest of the reflection she's done?
the enemy came upon our town, like bears bereft of their whelps, or so many ravenous wolves, rending us and our lambs to death.
She compares the natives to animals, but she also compares the English to animals as well this time. It appears the English people she compares to animals are children, however, and they are represented as prey animals rather than predators. This both exemplifies how she views the natives as predatory (lacking perspective), and how she views children as things (although animals are not "things," they would've considered livestock property).
and they told me I disgraced my master with begging, and if I did so any more, they would knock me in the head.
Good! Absolute bum behavior from you Mary, I must say.
6.7
Haha 67
Then I took it of the child, and eat it myself, and savory it was to my taste.
Mary needs to get a grip immediately! Not only does she complain about the natives and how selfish and barbarous they are, but she steals food off of starving children! Food that she was bumming to begin with because she has none! What an upstanding lady.
Then I went into another wigwam, where they were boiling corn and beans, which was a lovely sight to see, but I could not get a taste thereof.
Yum! On a real note though, imagine walking into a stranger's kitchen and asking for some of the food that they made for their family. I'm sure some natives were more open to sharing than people in our culture, but like yeah obviously you couldn't get a taste Mary, get a grip lady.
In this town there were four English children, captives; and one of them my own sister’s.
God, she loves to mention her family that she doesn't give a fuck about when it makes her seem easier to sympathize with. Why does she have so many family members held in captivity by the natives? What did her family do?
and along we went, but a wearisome day I had of it. As we went along I saw an Englishman stripped naked, and lying dead upon the ground, but knew not who it was.
I wonder if this was done by the natives as a looting, as humiliation, or for some other reason I'm not thinking of?
So like were these barbarous creatures to him who was a liar from the beginning.
So maybe she's not being completely dramatic and these natives are really messing with her for their own amusement/gain, I don't know that I agree with the dehumanization of them though. Thomas Read could also be lying to lift her mood, who knows?
But I knew that He laid upon me less than I deserved.
I wonder why she feels so guilty? Maybe it's just a Christian thing.
Then also I took my Bible to read, but I found no comfort here neither, which many times I was wont to find.
She's definitely at a low point, she usually won't shut up about the bible and God's grace.
so that my spirit was now quite ready to sink.
She seems extremely depressed, she seems ready to give up completely at any hardship.
I thought of the English army, and hoped for their coming, and being taken by them, but that failed.
She is always relying on someone else to help her, she takes almost no initiative to get herself back to where she wants to be although she has proven herself able to survive on her own.
but when I was without, and saw nothing but wilderness, and woods, and a company of barbarous heathens, my mind quickly returned to me,
She's constantly flipping the script on these folks. One minute they're friends of hers and the next they're barbarous creatures.
He answered me that such a time his master roasted him, and that himself did eat a piece of him, as big as his two fingers, and that he was very good meat.
I wonder if they're just saying that to get to her or if they actually ate her son. I believe there were cannibalistic tribes of natives recorded around the area that this account would have taken place.
Here one asked me to make a shirt for her papoose, for which she gave me a mess of broth, which was thickened with meal made of the bark of a tree, and to make it the better, she had put into it about a handful of peas, and a few roasted ground nuts.
Another example of her being treated as an equal. If her labor were truly being exploited like a slave, she would not have gotten anything in return.
Instead of going toward the Bay, which was that I desired,
She's a little harsh on the natives. I mean, obviously she's being held captive, but they are making an effort to bring her back home it seems and they aren't just going to go out of their way to stop somewhere that grants them nothing.
and through the good providence of God, I had a comfortable lodging that night.
Why does she never accept the kindness of strangers at face value?
But a sore time of trial, I concluded, I had to go through, my master being gone
She feels most comfortable when she is subjugated to a man?
on a sudden my mistress gives out; she would go no further, but turn back again, and said I must go back again with her,
Why? What is going on?
But the thoughts of my going homeward (for so we bent our course) much cheered my spirit, and made my burden seem light, and almost nothing at all.
If they're bringing her home and treating her as an equal, why does she keep complaining?
I complained it was too heavy, whereupon she gave me a slap in the face, and bade me go;
Maybe because the community just lost a child she is angry that Mary would complain about carrying a heavy load? Or, maybe they are just being cruel to her because she is their prisoner, although given the somewhat equal way they seem to treat her, this might not be true.
This morning I asked my master whether he would sell me to my husband. He answered me “Nux,” which did much rejoice my spirit.
It's interesting that she is requesting to be sold back to her husband rather than released as a free woman, does she not see a place for herself in a society without subjugation to a man?
he gave me a pancake, about as big as two fingers. It was made of parched wheat, beaten, and fried in bear’s grease, but I thought I never tasted pleasanter meat in my life.
I'm starving right now this sounds incredible say no more
Over night one went about yelling and hooting to give notice of the design.
I've noticed that she's now attributing reason to their "yelling and hooting" rather than making it seem like they're just making animalistic noises.
For though I had formerly used tobacco, yet I had left it ever since I was first taken. It seems to be a bait the devil lays to make men lose their precious time.
This might be another instance of my White Man Worldview (trademark pending), but didn't many native tribes only use tobacco ritualistically?
Yet I answered, they would kill me. “No,” said he, “none will hurt you.” Then came one of them and gave me two spoonfuls of meal to comfort me, and another gave me half a pint of peas; which was more worth than many bushels at another time.
They've been helping her this whole time, this is just the first time that she frames it that way in the narrative.
I observed they asked one another questions, and laughed, and rejoiced over their gains and victories. Then my heart began to fail: and I fell aweeping, which was the first time to my remembrance, that I wept before them.
What progress we've made since the start of this journey
I could not but be amazed at the numerous crew of pagans that were on the bank on the other side.
How does she know they're pagan? Is she using this word interchangeably with "Indian?"
my son Joseph unexpectedly came to me. We asked of each other’s welfare, bemoaning our doleful condition,
How old is her son?
But as my foot was upon the canoe to step in there was a sudden outcry among them, and I must step back, and instead of going over the river, I must go four or five miles up the river farther northward.
Ambush?
On the morrow morning we must go over the river, i.e. Connecticut, to meet with King Philip.
Are they going to use their English captives as leverage?
On that very day came the English army after them to this river, and saw the smoke of their wigwams, and yet this river put a stop to them. God did not give them courage or activity to go over after us.
Or, they were distracted by the fire made to distract them?
I told them it was the Sabbath day, and desired them to let me rest, and told them I would do as much more tomorrow; to which they answered me they would break my face.
If a person who invaded your land and used their religion to oppress/massacre you tried to use that religion as an excuse to get out of work, what would you do?
filthy trash;
She's so judgmental.
The first week of my being among them I hardly ate any thing; the second week I found my stomach grow very faint for want of something; and yet it was very hard to get down their filthy trash; but the third week, though I could think how formerly my stomach would turn against this or that, and I could starve and die before I could eat such things, yet they were sweet and savory to my taste.
It sounds like she's not being made to starve, she just doesn't like the food made available to her. Food that everyone else present is eating.
On the Saturday they boiled an old horse’s leg which they had got, and so we drank of the broth,
Yum.
By the advantage of some brush which they had laid upon the raft to sit upon, I did not wet my foot (which many of themselves at the other end were mid-leg deep) which cannot but be acknowledged as a favor of God to my weakened body,
Could this not be acknowledged as an intentional accommodation made by her captors for her as she was injured?
Being very faint I asked my mistress to give me one spoonful of the meal, but she would not give me a taste.
I'm assuming this might be because everyone has enough food to keep themselves alive. She said she had two quarts of parched meal. Either that, or she just didn't want to share her food with the European captive.
In this travel, because of my wound, I was somewhat favored in my load; I carried only my knitting work and two quarts of parched meal.
If she was an enslaved person during American slavery, they probably would have just killed/got rid of her if she couldn't pull more than her weight. This leads me to believe that what is being depicted as slavery is different than what we might think of when we hear slavery.
Four of them carried a great Indian upon a bier; but going through a thick wood with him, they were hindered, and could make no haste, whereupon they took him upon their backs, and carried him, one at a time, till they came to Banquaug river.
Are they doing this simply because he's respected in his community, or because he is elderly and requires aid? If it's the former, I think that's a bit silly in a time like this.
chose some of their stoutest men, and sent them back to hold the English army in play whilst the rest escaped.
They must pose a considerable threat if they're not confidently fighting with everything they have.
The occasion (as I thought) of their moving at this time was the English army,
It seems they are being hunted and terrorized by the English. Could this be their motive for taking English prisoners?
I wished her not to run away by any means, for we were near thirty miles from any English town, and she very big with child, and had but one week to reckon, and another child in her arms, two years old, and bad rivers there were to go over,
It seems that she has good reason to stay with her captors. Although, she must know they aren't "barbarous creatures" if she trusts them to navigate her through the landscape. To her credit, she's stopped calling them that.
I got an opportunity to go and take my leave of them.
We are missing so much context as to why they're there in the first place. She cannot be that important to these people if they're letting her walk free. If she is not that important, then I would assume they were not going out of their way to inflict her any harm. I wonder how much of the harm she was inflicted was simply because of the harsh elements.
There were now besides myself nine English captives in this place (all of them children, except one woman).
Are they slaves in the traditional sense of the word, or are they more akin to prisoners of war? I haven't heard any descriptions of forced physical labor or anything of that sort, but maybe she's leaving that out because she doesn't want to go into the gory details (unlike some other people who've written about the native encounter).
if we would return to Him by repentance; and though we were scattered from one end of the earth to the other, yet the Lord would gather us together, and turn all those curses upon our enemies. I do not desire to live to forget this Scripture, and what comfort it was to me.
It's easy for me to say that this is an overreaction and that her captors simply weren't that bad, but if I had just lost a child and been forced away from the rest of my living kin while sickly and beaten, I'm not sure I would react any differently.
I cannot but take notice of the wonderful mercy of God to me in those afflictions, in sending me a Bible.
"God" this, "God" that, how many of these moments of grace have come from her supposed "enemy," and how often has she taken them for granted/attributed it to the grace of God?
Oh, the hideous insulting and triumphing that there was over some Englishmen’s scalps that they had taken (as their manner is) and brought with them.
How hideous and insulting is it to have a load of outsiders from overseas come and take your land, kill, and rape indiscriminately?
, and every time that the other went over their number, these at home gave a shout,
I should've waited a sentence to comment.
By their noise and hooping they signified how many they had destroyed (which was at that time twenty-three).
What exactly about their "noise and hooping" signified they destroyed twenty-three? 23 what? Lives? I know she's not here to do a cultural study, but this could've been recorded better.
and some also from them (among whom was my son’s master) to go to assault and burn Medfield.
I wonder what the motive is behind this pillaging? Is it resources? Fear? Retaliation?
my son came to me, and asked me how I did. I had not seen him before, since the destruction of the town, and I knew not where he was, till I was informed by himself, that he was amongst a smaller parcel of Indians, whose place was about six miles off.
This is the first mention of her son (I think, I haven't gone back to check). Are his captors not holding him under as strict restrictions as his mother and sisters?
and a nation which I knew not, ruled over them.
Did native societies have nations with strict borders?
She was about ten years old, and taken from the door at first by a Praying Ind. and afterward sold for a gun.
I wonder if this native society had always been this violent towards outsiders, or if that was in response to the European violence?
(by my master in this writing, must be understood Quinnapin, who was a Sagamore, and married King Philip’s wife’s sister; not that he first took me, but I was sold to him by another Narragansett Indian, who took me when first I came out of the garrison).
She is enslaved by a native?
that I did not use wicked and violent means to end my own miserable life.
It's hard not to feel bad for Rowlandson. She's clearly incredibly distressed by this whole encounter and the loss of her child.
I must and could lie down by my dead babe, side by side all the night after.
This is heartbreaking, it also illustrates that she is in shock and maybe denial.
first wounding
The kidnappers must've beaten this child pretty badly for her to die 9 days after the incident.
; my child being even ready to depart this sorrowful world,
What horrible things that child must've witnessed and felt to want to die at such a young age.
sometimes one Indian would come and tell me one hour that “your master will knock your child in the head,” and then a second, and then a third, “your master will quickly knock your child in the head.”
Meaning they were knocking her out? This seems as merciful as possible, as I don't know if they had access to anesthesia in 17th century New England.
Robert Pepper
Sgt. Pepper?
Captain Beers’s
What a name.
I then remembered how careless I had been of God’s holy time; how many Sabbaths I had lost and misspent, and how evilly I had walked in God’s sight; which lay so close unto my spirit, that it was easy for me to see how righteous it was with God to cut off the thread of my life and cast me out of His presence forever.
The Christian guilt is strong with this one. I can tell by reading this that the major driving forces in the society she comes from are shame and judgement.
Oh the number of pagans (now merciless enemies)
Are they polytheists, or is she just assuming that? I'm going to go ahead and assume that she wasn't very interested in studying their culture.
Indian town, called Wenimesset, northward of Quabaug.
Ah, definitely not nomads. Still, they seemed to be travelling for quite some time, and food was much harder to preserve in the 17th century.
there being not the least crumb of refreshing that came within either of our mouths from Wednesday night to Saturday night, except only a little cold water.
And there probably wasn't any food for the natives either, as nomadic societies (which I'm just assuming these folks were a part of) eat whenever the opportunity arises.
; what with my own wound, and my child’s being so exceeding sick, and in a lamentable condition with her wound.
I don't know if I missed something, but what exactly are their wounds? I know they'd been beaten allegedly, but she keeps mentioning how they're sick and injured without elaborating much further on that.
One of the Indians got up upon a horse, and they set me up behind him, with my poor sick babe in my lap
Still sounds like the natives are helping the Rowlandson's out. They can tell she and her child are too weak to travel on their own horse as they fell off of one before, so they're travelling on the same horse as a native. Obviously they aren't trying to help them too much, otherwise they wouldn't have abducted them, but they don't seem as comically evil as Rowlandson writes them to be.
Oh, I may see the wonderful power of God, that my Spirit did not utterly sink under my affliction: still the Lord upheld me with His gracious and merciful spirit, and we were both alive to see the light of the next morning.
Again, I am going to wager a guess and say that she would not have survived in the wilderness without the help of people who thrive in it.
But the Lord renewed my strength still, and carried me along, that I might see more of His power; yea, so much that I could never have thought of, had I not experienced it.
It sounds to me like the natives, although they kidnapped her, were the ones carrying her through this. I'm getting the feeling that if they wanted them dead, they'd be dead already. Her husband is an important political figure (I'm assuming, I believe this was before the whole separation of church and state sentiment was popularized), so it stands to reason that having the Rowlandson family travelling with them is a massive advantage for the natives.
like inhumane creatures, laughed, and rejoiced to see it,
I wonder if they were actually laughing at their suffering, or at the fact that they are unable to ride horseback without a saddle? Or both?
it went moaning all along,
Why is she calling her child it?
But now, the next morning, I must turn my back upon the town, and travel with them into the vast and desolate wilderness,
I'm interested to hear her describe what the New England wilderness looked like before it was developed.
Those seven that were killed at Lancaster the summer before upon a Sabbath day, and the one that was afterward killed upon a weekday,
For every European being killed, I wonder how many natives are being brutalized.
Little do many think what is the savageness and brutishness of this barbarous enemy, Ay, even those that seem to profess more than others among them, when the English have fallen into their hands.
I ask again, what were her and her family doing to warrant this reaction from the natives? Could this really be an instance of innocent Europeans being victimized? Is there such a thing as an innocent European in 17th century New England?
All was gone, my husband gone (at least separated from me, he being in the Bay; and to add to my grief, the Indians told me they would kill him as he came homeward), my children gone, my relations and friends gone, our house and home and all our comforts—within door and without—all was gone (except my life), and I knew not but the next moment that might go too.
I want to feel sorry for her, but I'm having a hard time doing so because of the horrific way in which she describes the natives. One would think that her and her family did something to warrant this outcome.
waste that was there made of horses, cattle, sheep, swine, calves, lambs, roasting pigs, and fowl (which they had plundered in the town)
This might be my uniformed white man worldview speaking, but weren't most native societies very anti-wastefulness? If that's the case, what does she mean "waste that was made?" Also, y'all plundered their land first, it's fair game.
Oh the roaring, and singing and dancing, and yelling of those black creatures in the night, which made the place a lively resemblance of hell.
Okay, I understand that she's just been beaten and taken from her home, but were Europeans so insulated from the cultures of the people who's land they were living on that this came as a shock? Or is she not shocked, but rather disgusted?
I asked them whether I might not lodge in the house that night, to which they answered, “What, will you love English men still?”
I wonder if they actually asked her this, or if she is trying to garner sympathy. Stripping people of their sexual autonomy is more of a European endeavor. Besides, they wouldn't want their political prisoner to die from exposure before they even got the chance to use the leverage that grants them.
upon a hill within sight of the town
This isn't too far from where her and her family had been staying, I wonder if they've settled close to a native society?
Now away we must go with those barbarous creatures, with our bodies wounded and bleeding, and our hearts no less than our bodies.
Harsh language for sure. I don't like the choice of describing native peoples as "barbarous creatures", but if I were in her position I don't know if I would be thinking about the implications of my presence on these people's land. I would probably also curse whomever kidnapped and beat me.
It features our own unique textual interpretations and what they may mean to us on a more personal level.
I was hoping this would be included in the anthology, it's always nice to see what people who analyzed the text before you were thinking.
It seems imperative that scholars continue to question what truly characterizes American literature within and beyond national boundaries.
Especially because America itself is such a diverse nation built on ideals, questioning what America even is is more of a valid question than it might appear at first.
future PSU students
That's us!
and even weave some comedy and sass in there
Fun, fun.
American literature is ever-changing. This anthology sets out to help people see that
True, but is this not an early American lit course? Why would we focus on change? Unless we're talking about how the definition changes constantly.
Rather, we offer an unexpected
Who would not expect any of these texts to be included in an anthology about American literature? Certainly not our class, as we've already blown to shreds any preconceived ideas one might have about what American literature is.
To what extent does American literature emerge from a collectively shared identity rather than a set of arbitrary geographical constraints?
Shared identity is probably the single most important aspect of literature.
but it is also the entirety of two continents and wherever their influence spreads.
It seems that for the purpose of this class, we are identifying America as North and South America, along with any American territories, to get as broad a scope as possible.
How can we possibly define American literature without comprehending the fragility, complexity, and pride that accompanies such a term?
No one person or group can define what American literature is, there are simply too many different perspectives to consider.
while also giving students the tools to think critically about what’s happening within the field of American literature in the present.
How does it give us the tools to think critically on current events? Are there sections that include other students dissections of texts (not including those made by our class on hypothes.is), or are we given the tools for critical thinking simply by reading the texts ourselves?
this anthology takes things a step further because it makes connections between important works of American literature and contemporary culture (such as films and other references).
What sets this apart from other scholarly conversations on literature? Don't most scholars recognize things like film, music, and other art to be literary?
This anthology provides specific details and insights into multiple texts from diverse authors that are important representations of American literature.
Diverse how? Diverse ethnically? Religiously? Geographically? Sexually?
moves beyond the voices of old white men talking about even older white men.
As we discussed in class, this is important because of the lack of said voices being taught in primary and secondary schools.
This anthology is unique because it was made by students, for students.
Are there not a lot of these? I'm assuming not. Regardless, it's important that we hear from student voices on what literature should be taught, because the things that made an impact on people our age in recent classes are likely to make an impact on us as well and inspire us to keep learning.
How does the in-depth study of early American literature prompt us rethink representations of American culture today?
It allows us to understand the events that shaped our country and led to the social and political climate that exists today.
What is the difference between American literature and American history?
In class, I think we touched on this already. History is a study of events as they happened, while the study of historical literature studies the author's perspective more heavily.
we questioned the very parameters of what counts as American literature.
We also question ideas like what makes an author American, and I'd say that it runs deeper than asking what "counts" as American literature. It's about how far we can push the boundaries, and if American literature even exists. If Native American literature can't exist because of the many cultures and areas that could be considered Native American, why can American literature exist when we end up running into the same issues?
Whoever has any bad thoughts, if he will eat this peyote he will abandon all his bad habits. It is a cure for everything bad.
This is an overstatement, but for someone living in the late 19th century I'm sure it came across this way. People were a lot more open to "miracle cures" back then.
There was a man named Walking-Priest and he was very fond of whisky; he chewed and he smoked and he gambled. He was very fond of women. He did everything that was bad. Then I gave him some of the peyote and he ate it and he gave up all the had things he was doing.
This is very interesting, as certain hallucinogens have been shown to help people recover from ailments like alcoholism and other addictions.
“I am doomed. I wonder whether I will be alive next year.” Such were the thoughts that came to me. As soon as I ate the peyote, however, I got over my sickness.
This is interesting, hallucinogens fall in and out of the scope of psych research often for this reason.
The light was good to look upon. I had been frightened during the night but now I was happy. Now as the light appeared, it seemed to me that nothing would be invisible to me. I seemed to see everything clearly.
Many people report feelings of clarity during psychedelic experiences. People report having profound religious experiences when using mescaline more than with other hallucinogenic substances, but I don't know if that's caused by the substance itself or by the way it's often used.
“Let us eat peyote again to-night.”
What an absolute unit, holy hell. I can see why religions were formed around this substance when people had nothing better to do than stay awake for weeks imbued with religious fervor.
Suddenly I saw a big snake. I was very much frightened.
People keep making biblical connections to Rave's psychedelic experiences, it makes me wonder if the people responsible for writing the bible had been hallucinating for one reason or another.
“All right, I’ll do it.” So there we ate seven peyote apiece.
Oh my god.
As we continued it became day and we laughed. Before that I had been unable to laugh.
This might be a silly connection, Rave's testimonial almost reminds me of those given by people unwittingly dosed by Deadheads in the 1960's. I wonder if there's a similar motive behind these rituals.
We ate it and I also did. It was the middle of the night when I got frightened, for a live thing seemed to have entered me.
The thought of ingesting such a potent and mind altering substance without the knowledge of such a thing even existing is horrifying. He probably thought that he was dying.
Whenever the ceremony is performed in the open a fireplace in the shape of a horseshoe is made. At one end of this fireplace is placed a very small mound of earth, called by Rave “Mount Sinai,” and in front of this a cross is traced in the earth. Upon the small earth mound are placed the two “chief” peyote, the Bible and the staff. The latter, called by Rave the shepherd’s crook, is always covered with beadwork, and generally has a number of evenly cut tufts of deer hair on the end and at intervals along its length. The sacred peyote, known as huŋka (i.e., “chief”) are exceptionally large and beautiful specimens. They are regarded by a number of people, certainly by Rave, with undisguised veneration.
This entire process is so fascinating. It's always interesting to see how completely different religions can come together to form something new. It's beautiful to me that a religion historically used to conquer and control can be taken by the conquered and transformed into something more meaningful to them than their oppressors could've ever imagined.
some of the younger members who have been strongly permeated with Christian teachings
If this was written by a native I don't think I would take issue with this phrasing, but I feel like the use of the word "permeated" strips the individual of any authority over their own beliefs. Many natives were forcefully converted, but since many seem to be freely practicing their own beliefs here, that doesn't seem to be the case. Is it possible that more young people were practicing Christian beliefs due to easier access to those doctrines? One could argue that having easier access to those religious texts is an erasure of native beliefs, but I feel like there's a pretty even level of access to these belief systems for the people being described here.
John Rave
Also what a name, this guy was born to do peyote rituals.
These, for the most part, consist of speeches by people in the audience and the reading and explanation of parts of the Bible.
I wonder how beliefs from protestant/catholic sectors of religion have mixed with beliefs from sectors of native spirituality.
These generally arise and deliver self-accusatory speeches, and make more or less formal confessions, after which they go around shaking hands with everyone and asking forgiveness.
This whole ceremony almost reminds me of a therapeutic support group.
In the early days of its organization as many meetings as possible were held.
How can we be sure that they aren't using it recreationally? I'm not denying that they could use it as a spiritual medium, but is this an instance of outsiders making native culture seem more mystical than it actually is?
Peyote worshipers
I understand that mescaline gives it's users strong auditory and visual hallucinations, but what exactly are they worshipping? Are they worshiping the substance itself as this phrasing implies, or do they believe it brings them closer to a higher power/spiritual entity?
their religion.
So "cult" and "religion" are being used interchangeably?
modem cults
There's a thin distinction between what we consider religious activity and cult activity, and I think the term "cult" may be used here simply because it's not a mainstream religion.