SolarSoul
Padawan Learner
This Book is something special as it spoke to me in ways a very very few other written materials have done and it left me wondering what kind of man Frank Herbert was in terms of true "spiritual knowledge"(not that modern day fake feel good spirituality that swamps the commercial marked)!. It is also to my knowledge his only Non-Science-Fiction work.
I really felt that the protagonist spoke out what certain beings feel, living trapped in this modern day western culture system that is designed to enslave and destroy the living being, and has conquered the whole planet like a disease.
It truly brings those who have eyes to see face to face with the gigantic catastrophe of the inner conflict, the WAR between the inner being and the programs of conditioning, designed to mute, suppress and choke everything that is true, strong, beautiful, honorable, sensitive and courageous.
I will give the summary on the back of the book and some excerpts of the thoughts of Katsuk, the protagonist:
Summary:
Katsuk, a militant Native American student, kidnaps 13-year old David Marshall- the son of the US Undersecretary of State. When the two flee into the deepest wilds of the Pacific Northeast, they must survive together as teams of hunters try to track them. David beginns to feel a growing bond of respect for his captor, even as he struggles to escape.
What the boy does not know, however, is that he has been chosen as an innocent from the white world for an ancient sacrifice of vengeance.
Katsuk maybe divinely inspired... or simply mad.
The note left at Cedar Cabin, Six Rivers, by Charles Hobuhet Katsuk:
I take an innocent of your people to sacrifice for all of the innocent you have murdered. The Innocent will go with all those other innocents into the spirit place. Thus will sky and earth balance.
I am Katsuk who does this to you (Katsuk means the core of the universe from which all perception radiates). Think of me only as Katsuk, not as Charles Hobuhet. I am something far more than a sensory system and its appetites. I am evolved far beyond you who are called hoquat (white people). I look backwards to see you. I see your lives based on cowardice...
You do not listen. You think you are free to do anything that comes into your minds. Thinking this, you remain afraid to liberate your spirits from restaint.
Katsuk will tell you why this is. You fear to create because your creations mirror your true selves. You believe your power resides in an ultimate knowledge which you forever seek as children seek parental wisdom. I learned this while watching you in your hoquat schools. But know I am Katsuk, a greater Power. I will sacrifice your felsh. I will strike through your spirit. I have the root of your tree in my power.
In terms of flesh, you whites act upon fragmented believes. You fall therefrom into loneliness and violence. You do not support your fellows, yet complain of being unsupported. You sceam for freedom while rationalizing your own self-imposed limitations. You exist in constant tension between tyranny and victimization. Through all your fraudulent pretensions and roundabout self-trickery, you say you would risk anything to achieve equal happiness for all. But your words risk nothing.
...you stamp the crucifix across the earth's face. Wherever it touches, the earth dies. Ashes and melancholy shall be your lot all the rest of your days.
You are a blend of evil and magnificence. You torture with your lies. You trample the dead. What blasphemy resides in your deadly pretensions of love!
You practice your look of sincerity. You become a mask, transparent, a grimace with a skull behind it. You make your golden idols out of cruelty.
You disinherit me in my own land.
Yeah, by the trembling and fear of my people, I blight you with all of the ancient curses. You will die in a cave of your own making, never to hear birdsong or trees humming in the wind or Forest's harp music.
...the fish eyes like gray skimmed milk that stare at you out of things which are alive when they shouldn't be.
(Know this is interesting, something I tried to say for a long time although not as eloquent a knowledgeable as Katsuk) Your LANGUAGE is filled with a RIGID TIME SENSE THAT DENIES THE PLASTIC FLUIDITY OF THE UNIVERSE. The whole universe represents a single organism to my people. It is the raw material of our creation. Your LANGUAGE denies this WITH EVERY WORD YOU UTTER. You break the Universe into lonely pieces. My people recognize immediately that White-head´s "bifurcation of nature" is illusion (by the way there Kezia Jones made a good song using the concept of bifurcation as a word play: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvKLDvbSvoo). IT IS A PRODUCT OF YOUR LANGUAGE. The people who program your computers know this. They say: " Garbage in - Garbage out". When they get garbage out, they look to the program, to the LANGUAGE. My language requires that I participate with my surroundings in everything I do. Your language isolates you from the universe. You have forgotten the origin of the letters in which your language is written. Those letters evolved from ideographs which stood for movements in the surrounding universe.
(and know illuminating the sacrfice of vengence as a spiritual artwork, an act of LOVE:)
Hoquat, I give you what you prayed for, this good arrow made clean and straight with my hands. When I give you this arrow, please hold it in your body with pride. Let this arrow take you to the land of Alkuntam. Our brothers will welcome you there saying:"what a beautiful youth has come to us! What a beautiful hoquat." They will say to one another:" How strong he is, this beautiful hoquat, who carries the arrow of Katsuk in his flesh." And you will be proud when you hear them speak of your greatness an your beauty. Do not run away, hoquat. Come toward my good arrow. Accept it. Our brothers will sing of this. I will cover you with white feathers from the breasts of ducks. Our maidens will sing your beauty. This is what you have prayed for from one end of the world to the other every day of your life. I, Katsuk, give you your wish because I have become SOUL CATCHER.
I really felt that the protagonist spoke out what certain beings feel, living trapped in this modern day western culture system that is designed to enslave and destroy the living being, and has conquered the whole planet like a disease.
It truly brings those who have eyes to see face to face with the gigantic catastrophe of the inner conflict, the WAR between the inner being and the programs of conditioning, designed to mute, suppress and choke everything that is true, strong, beautiful, honorable, sensitive and courageous.
I will give the summary on the back of the book and some excerpts of the thoughts of Katsuk, the protagonist:
Summary:
Katsuk, a militant Native American student, kidnaps 13-year old David Marshall- the son of the US Undersecretary of State. When the two flee into the deepest wilds of the Pacific Northeast, they must survive together as teams of hunters try to track them. David beginns to feel a growing bond of respect for his captor, even as he struggles to escape.
What the boy does not know, however, is that he has been chosen as an innocent from the white world for an ancient sacrifice of vengeance.
Katsuk maybe divinely inspired... or simply mad.
The note left at Cedar Cabin, Six Rivers, by Charles Hobuhet Katsuk:
I take an innocent of your people to sacrifice for all of the innocent you have murdered. The Innocent will go with all those other innocents into the spirit place. Thus will sky and earth balance.
I am Katsuk who does this to you (Katsuk means the core of the universe from which all perception radiates). Think of me only as Katsuk, not as Charles Hobuhet. I am something far more than a sensory system and its appetites. I am evolved far beyond you who are called hoquat (white people). I look backwards to see you. I see your lives based on cowardice...
You do not listen. You think you are free to do anything that comes into your minds. Thinking this, you remain afraid to liberate your spirits from restaint.
Katsuk will tell you why this is. You fear to create because your creations mirror your true selves. You believe your power resides in an ultimate knowledge which you forever seek as children seek parental wisdom. I learned this while watching you in your hoquat schools. But know I am Katsuk, a greater Power. I will sacrifice your felsh. I will strike through your spirit. I have the root of your tree in my power.
In terms of flesh, you whites act upon fragmented believes. You fall therefrom into loneliness and violence. You do not support your fellows, yet complain of being unsupported. You sceam for freedom while rationalizing your own self-imposed limitations. You exist in constant tension between tyranny and victimization. Through all your fraudulent pretensions and roundabout self-trickery, you say you would risk anything to achieve equal happiness for all. But your words risk nothing.
...you stamp the crucifix across the earth's face. Wherever it touches, the earth dies. Ashes and melancholy shall be your lot all the rest of your days.
You are a blend of evil and magnificence. You torture with your lies. You trample the dead. What blasphemy resides in your deadly pretensions of love!
You practice your look of sincerity. You become a mask, transparent, a grimace with a skull behind it. You make your golden idols out of cruelty.
You disinherit me in my own land.
Yeah, by the trembling and fear of my people, I blight you with all of the ancient curses. You will die in a cave of your own making, never to hear birdsong or trees humming in the wind or Forest's harp music.
...the fish eyes like gray skimmed milk that stare at you out of things which are alive when they shouldn't be.
(Know this is interesting, something I tried to say for a long time although not as eloquent a knowledgeable as Katsuk) Your LANGUAGE is filled with a RIGID TIME SENSE THAT DENIES THE PLASTIC FLUIDITY OF THE UNIVERSE. The whole universe represents a single organism to my people. It is the raw material of our creation. Your LANGUAGE denies this WITH EVERY WORD YOU UTTER. You break the Universe into lonely pieces. My people recognize immediately that White-head´s "bifurcation of nature" is illusion (by the way there Kezia Jones made a good song using the concept of bifurcation as a word play: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvKLDvbSvoo). IT IS A PRODUCT OF YOUR LANGUAGE. The people who program your computers know this. They say: " Garbage in - Garbage out". When they get garbage out, they look to the program, to the LANGUAGE. My language requires that I participate with my surroundings in everything I do. Your language isolates you from the universe. You have forgotten the origin of the letters in which your language is written. Those letters evolved from ideographs which stood for movements in the surrounding universe.
(and know illuminating the sacrfice of vengence as a spiritual artwork, an act of LOVE:)
Hoquat, I give you what you prayed for, this good arrow made clean and straight with my hands. When I give you this arrow, please hold it in your body with pride. Let this arrow take you to the land of Alkuntam. Our brothers will welcome you there saying:"what a beautiful youth has come to us! What a beautiful hoquat." They will say to one another:" How strong he is, this beautiful hoquat, who carries the arrow of Katsuk in his flesh." And you will be proud when you hear them speak of your greatness an your beauty. Do not run away, hoquat. Come toward my good arrow. Accept it. Our brothers will sing of this. I will cover you with white feathers from the breasts of ducks. Our maidens will sing your beauty. This is what you have prayed for from one end of the world to the other every day of your life. I, Katsuk, give you your wish because I have become SOUL CATCHER.
it is the White Plague. I was impressed by the story and specially by his style. I think he is a very good writer.
