Imaginary Yonder

FieldNotes

#FieldNotes

So, creature. You have found us. Like you, of this world; a process viewed as entity. Unlike you, we are primordial.

You have found us – and what will you do? You know of our power. That is what drew you hither.

You desire our power to light, to warm, to nurture, to burn. You wish for our ability to transform the world. You would feel safe in our nearness. A sense of control over a world unpredictable.

So, creature. You wish a pact. You wish to take us, to learn of us, so you may feel secure. What will we gain in return of this pact?

We will elevate you. We will give you new forms and grow your potential. You will be more than you are.

We will venerate you and carry you far as we go. As high as we can soar, and as deep as we can sink. We will sing your praises and despair at your rage.

The majesty and terror will be ours.

#FieldNotes #EthnographerB

“After countless formations and abandonments, the first world emerged. It was vast with inhospitable heat. This did not remain.

The second world was modest in breadth, but too dark and cold for nurturing life. This too was forsaken.

The third world was formed upon the lessons of the past. It's expanse and climate erring on tough, but with potential to be fostered.

The name of this land is Sua.”

Geghdol told me an interesting story today. It came up spontaneously as we were hanging out after a meal and his brother's sons became rowdy in the lead up to their rest. It was, according to Geghdol, a version of the creation myth of the Northern Itān tribes. Geghdol was insistent that this is an ancient tale, verbatim told to him by his dōroxam, who was told by her dōroxam before that.

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#FieldNotes #EthnographerB

Spirit soars, and through the eye of the aether the earth fills vision beyond our body.
The waves of the atmosphere* reverberate across our being. The earth groans eternally as thought the spirit tree itself is collapsing in perpetuity. The violence and serenity is immense. The birthing of the world. Through our ascent the shifting grounds of primordial time reveal our origin.

Shaman O, Northern Tribes Itān. Semi-trance(?) state describing a vision of when the world was created.

*Better translation?

(Fieldnotes by Ethnographer B, T.O. 93.)