Resurrection After Rape Community Group
Discussion, question-and-answer, general social support, and journal processing for progress-oriented rape survivors. No crisis, no damaging or triggering conflicts--this is for individuals who want to contribute to collective, cooperative action toward the goal of making actual PROGRESS through rape trauma. Much of this work is based on the book "Resurrection After...
Like you, it makes me sad when religious beliefs makes people narrow minded and angry when they act on them out of fear of 'contamination'.
I’m shocked and devastated. Wanting to destroy something so pure, kind, healing and sacred, especially sacred, is beyond my understanding. I want to cry. I am crying. I can hardly imagine what you must have felt when you learned about it. Really sad news.
I get that he doesn’t understand it as he clearly has never experienced a sweat, but why on earth tear down something you don’t understand? Why not let good-will, respect and curiosity be your primary guides and learn instead? Why not ask questions and wait for the answers? And if you can't relate, why not let the rest of us who can, keep what is holy to us? I do get how fear-based anger makes people go round the bend, but I will never fully understand behavior that lacks a heart. I will never accept acts of this kind. I can't. I’m angry; hurt and angry. And sad for all of us who healed a little more in there and/or in other sweats.
In a way, amidst my pain and anger at this act, I feel a little sad for him. If he only knew what he annihilated, he would be deeply ashamed. Had he wanted to explore the unknown instead, he’d be all the better for it now.
Thankfully, we will always carry the ceremony and the reverence for it and for one another in our hearts and souls - what does he carry?
It didn't work.
We asked the helpers in the lodge to take on burdens for us, and WOW, did they! The lodge itself became a Survivor. Like all of you, it's body was harmed by an angry, blind fool who thinks he succeeded at overpowering someone, and maybe even used religious arrogance to justify it. But the lodge will be rebuilt. And the spirit that we all felt there is still alive and precious within us, and hasn't been touched. In fact, we're united by our sadness and outrage that someone would try to harm such a spiritual thing, just like we're all finally able to grieve that someone tried to harm our spiritual brothers and sisters in the same way. Our feelings come from being aware that what was broken apart was something truly worthy and important, something that deserves respect, something that many hands had worked together to build up. It's exactly the way I feel about all of you.
So what happens? Is the sweatlodge defeated? Does it spirit vanish now? Do its blessings stop being real in our lives? Do the things we felt and learned and achieved there stop being true?
No more than the worth of YOUR spirits, teachings, achievements, and worth stops being real just because someone thought they could wound YOUR bodies.
We rebuild, look forward to the next blessings and spirits still to come, and feel glad that some blind fool will never, ever be able to take them away from us, no matter what he tries. And our journey goes on without him, and he'll never experience what we've experienced. It's him that's become disconnected from the chance to experience those wonders, not us. It's your abusers who have lost that connection to spiritual awe, not you.
The sweatlodge BECAME one of us. The sweatlodge took on our experience. And in doing so, gave us all one last, amazing teaching: the way you all feel about it being torn down, and the way you all feel about how its beauty and meaning and sacredness ought to have been respected and ought to be rebuilt again, is the lodge's last amazing teaching to you about how each of you ought to see yourselves. (some of you might remember my prayer inside the lodge, "Help these people see themselves the way you see them." Perhaps that's exactly what's happened, as you express your feelings about what was done to the lodge?)
Consider that the lodge sacrificed itself to teach us that about ourselves.
And as we pledge to rebuild it, and to rekindle its gentle, powerful sacredness, so let us remember the teaching that we must do the same for ourselves. The lodge became a survivor, and must be rebuilt and renewed, because it's precious and sacred. Tearing down its physical form cannot change that.
On a more serious note: really powerful posts from you both, Matt and mnb. When I boil it all down for myself I get one word: Indestructible. Because of that something is loosening up inside me and I'm getting angry. I'm so frustrated because I don't know the cause of that anger!
Before I used to cry without knowing why, but these days I know. Now anger has taken its place. Enigmatic anger - oh joy... But I feel stronger regardless, so I suppose it's all good. Or will be. Eventually. *growl*
Matt, sometimes you say/write the most beautiful things that pack a punch right where they need to.
I wonder, if they did it from religious motivations, what thought processes they went through to decide that destroying a place of real, genuine healing was a bad, dangerous place?
I love Matt's metaphor of how the lodge itself became a survivor. The symbolism of it being torn down and resurrected is so powerful. Did the lodge become a bad, rejected, thing of hate because someone sought to damage and destroy it? No. Then also, none of our beings or bodies have become those things either. Our own holiness, wholeness, preciousness has lived through our damage, and has become whole by our work to heal, and the community of those who love us that has helped to rebuild us.
Awesome.
As for the sexual comments by the writer mentioned here. This is a huge issue for me, I grew up in a very conservative church (not that way anymore) and in a conservative community (not that way anymore either). Rural areas, everyone knew everyone else business... I could never understand why some of my friends lived in households where whatever the "head of the house" (male) said was law, and no one ever questioned it. I grew up where my parents did everything together, my dad cooked and cleaned, my mom mowed and gardened...they both worked, and we camped and fished together on the weekends. My grandparents were farmers, everyone worked...I don't remember ever really feeling like one spouse was over the other. But, I would go to a friends where the father was treated like someone to be feared, and you had to have permission to approach him, I always felt sorry for those kids, there dad's seemed mean/distant and strange to me. I still see that some today, but less and less in our church.
I was taught that submission was between the husband and wife, not for one to be submissive to the other, but submissive to each other, which to me means communication and compromise, understanding and caring....not dominance and subservience. Marriage always takes work, and should be a partnership, if you don't want to do something...then there should be an understanding and it should be okay.
Well I am on a soap box now....