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Funerary rites among the cultures of New Eden

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Skyweir Kinnison
Doomheim
#1 - 2015-12-03 14:29:04 UTC
The rather tangential discussion in another thread which discussed Minmatar sky burial intrigued me. I would be interested in knowing more about the rituals and funerary rites of the cluster. Whilst some cultures find death ritual a taboo subject, I find it fascinating as a cultural signifier.

Amongst we Mannar, burial has long been the tradition, right back to the ancient monarchies. For what were the aristocratic families, and in later centuries those that considered themselves the elite, mummification prior to interment is the preferred form. (Nowadays, plasticisation is prevalent, for reasons shortly to be made clear).

Unlike several cultural memes, we do not celebrate at a death. The mourning period is dark and gloomy, in recognition of the loss that has occurred. Dirges are sung, and each member of the family is required to watch vigil one by one through each successive night, from nearest kin to outermost. For great families, this can take quite some time, several months in fact. The mummification ritual is performed quickly after death (usually within a week) so that the body can be laid open in its vault for these vigils. All internal organs are removed and burned, save the heart, which is preserved. The body is shrouded with silks, but otherwise left naked. Fasting is expected during the first month of the vigil, though some extend this longer (which is considered rather ostentatious and in slightly poor taste).

Once the vigils are complete, the vault is closed with no ceremony.

However, every ten years on Ancestors’ Day (usually the exact mid-winter point of the Mannar homeworld’s northern regions, but it can vary among families and locations - it’s not always convenient to observe the Mannar calendar on a world like Octanneve V, for example) all available corpses of the familial line are exhumed. They are dressed in fine silks, and seated at a great table, alternately with family members. A feast is celebrated, when stories and memories are shared as if the deceased were alive and engaged. This can last up to three days, though it is usually just the one. The family fire is used not only to heat the room, but to light several torches or candles (in order to provide a softer, more pleasing light to the dead). Once the feast is done, and history and anecdotes remembered, the dead are returned to the rest for another decade.

We’re very lucky in that all of our kin including Albrecht, the first Kinnison to settle Octanneve V, are available for Ancestors’ Day. It makes quite a gathering!

Not many Mannar observe the old ways anymore, so closely have we integrated to the Gallente Federation. Nonetheless, though I do not believe in any afterlife, I find it comforting to contemplate the vault already built and set aside for my occupancy in the family crypt at Coldhammer. I know that I will be remembered, and part of the family I love for centuries to come, and that is comforting in this changeable world.

Humanity has won its battle. Liberty now has a country.

Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#2 - 2015-12-03 15:29:31 UTC
Achur practices vary a lot, sect by sect. Mostly, we burn our dead. Families maintain memorials to the departed, traditionally wood or stone tiles, plus family records (kept somewhere else) to let the tiles be recreated if we have to. Part of the point of not having stationary graveyards and memorials is so they don't get buried in a landslide or exhumed in a flood or earthquake, and the tiles are easier to pick up and move in a hurry than urns and so on.

Our dead aren't thought to be exactly gone. Spiritualist sects talk about an afterlife that's really not too different from our own daily lives, with human spirits holding down jobs working for various celestial beings. Spirits of especially good people watch over the living, guarding their dreams; especially wicked ones sometimes come back to plant nightmares, so having guardians like that is important.

For more spiritually-skeptical sects (and I should mention there's no hard line, here), it's not as different as you might think. Shuijing teaches that a dead person still has presence in the world, for good or ill; the illusion of their separate existence has ended, but that just means that they've rejoined the Totality (to the degree they were ever apart from it). The parts that they played in life will echo on through the world in the things they did and lives they touched, like ripples on the water.

Even the dream aspect isn't so different. A good person's influence brings peace of mind to those who remain, and restful sleep. A harmful one spreads troubled thoughts, and nightmares.

All we are and all we can be comes to us from those who came before, for good or ill. Whether we literally believe in the spirits or not, the dead are never really gone.
Elmund Egivand
Tribal Liberation Force
Minmatar Republic
#3 - 2015-12-03 17:14:35 UTC  |  Edited by: Elmund Egivand
The Sebiestor, like myself, originated from the steepes and mountains Mikramurka, Matar. Due to such harsh climates where dead bodies, if left untouched, could mummify naturally, we had to resort to using the services of scavengers, such as the large carrion birds native to the region, known as the corovids, to dispose of our dead for us.

Over time, the practice of leaving our dead to the scavengers became ritualised. This, we call the sky burial. I do not know how we came up with the idea of spirits and the concept of Ohnesh and Andesh, but these concepts become central to our funerary rituals. We will collect our dead, sanitise the body, wrap it, bound it to a stretcher, and then carry it to a spiritual site, usually a mountain. Once we reach the destination, we will put the body on an altar, either a man-made pedestal or a natural-occurring flat boulder. Once the body is in place, our shaman will perform a ritual.

This ritual has the purpose of freeing the spirit still inhabiting the body from its resentments, regrets and other negative emotions and passions which binds it to the Ohnesh, a state where the spirit is separated from its cardinal element, which we call the Andesh.

I do not know exactly how the shaman decides that the spirit lingering in the body finally leaves its state of Ohnesh to be one with the Andesh and leaves the body, but once the shaman decided that this is so, the wrapping is opened and the body is left to the elements and exposed to predators. This marks the end of the first phase of our sky burial.

The second phase starts a few days after the first phase. We return to our burial site to recover the bones of the deceased. We will then pound the bones into powder and mix it with a nutritious medium, traditionally milk of our lifestock. We will then leave the bowl on the altar for the consumption by the scavengers, usually the corovids.

Of course, not every Sebiestor settlement of this era is in the cold wastes of the northern hemispheres of planets. This necessitates the creation of variants of the sky burial. For example, my Clan Enclave lives much closer to the equator and is practically next door to the non-terraformed parts of the planet. Moreover, there are no native species on this planet, and the corovids are not one of the creatures introduced into this artificial ecosystem. So, our variant had us use a plain two hours ride away from our settlement as our burial site, so chosen due to its high density of slaver hound population. Due to the temperament of the slaver hounds, we cannot afford to stay there for too long.

The necessary changes to the rite that we did were as follow: First, the body is cleaned in the morgue of our cenotaph. Also, in the cenotaph, the shaman will perform the ritual of returning the spirit to Andesh. Once that is completed, we will drain the blood, dismantle the body, grind the bones and mix that with the blood, clean the organs and keep them in perishable containers. While this is happening, the Clan chief oversees the remembrance of the deceased into our Book of Remembrance. More distinguished individuals get a place on the wall of our cenotaph in the form of a name, his voluval mark and his tattoo markings that chronicle his tale.

Once the remembrance is completed and the body is prepared, we will then transport the body to the plain and leave the pieces for the slave hounds. There is no second phase, since second phase is combined with the first during the course of dismantling the body.

Speaking of which, the existence of a capsuleer like myself in the Clan has given rise to debate amongst the elders of the Clan. First of all, there is much confusion over whether each subsequent clone of myself is to be treated as being the same individual or offspring of the original. The matter is laid aside for a couple months, then brought up again, then debated, then laid aside for another couple months. One of the reasons for such debate had to do with our funerary rites. As I had mentioned in another thread, we take the recovery of our dead very seriously. As such, the state of my being becomes less of a philosophical conundrum and more a crisis of tradition and spirituality.

Is Elmund version 9.0 to be considered the same as Elmund version 8.0? If he isn't the same, then the body of Elmund version 8.0 ought to be recovered and be administered the sky (plain?) burial. If he is the same, what do we do with the body of Elmund version 8.0? Do we still administer the burial rites on it?

Then there's also the matter of genealogy, but that's a different kind of problem that has nothing to do with funerals.

A Minmatar warship is like a rusting Beetle with 500 horsepower Cardillac engines in the rear, armour plating bolted to chassis and a M2 Browning stuck on top.

Arrendis
TK Corp
#4 - 2015-12-03 20:17:38 UTC
(Moving this here, since it's on this subject matter, as opposed to continuing to derail the thread about the Amarr Militias: )

Tamiroth wrote:
And yet the fact that this tradition survived to the present day speaks about the spiritual connection with the nature so deeply ingrained into your culture that this should put any gallentean eco-activist to shame.


We are Matari. We endure.

Quote:

You helped me understand important things about your people, so thank you.


You're very welcome. Many others have helped me understand the Amarr a bit better, as well.

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(Disclaimer: decaying corpses gnawed upon by the scavengers are still disgusting).


Lots of things are disgusting. Do what I do: don't watch. Cool
Satja Askariin
Adamantine Tactical Acquisitions
#5 - 2015-12-03 20:18:14 UTC
It almost sounds a bit far fetched to me however I suppose that it all must be if that was how Karin Midular was laid to rest. That was quite and interesting read Mr Egivand and Mr Kinnison.

In hindsight I don't ever think I've seen a Corovid.
Anyanka Funk
Doomheim
#6 - 2015-12-03 20:28:41 UTC
Arrendis wrote:

Quote:

(Disclaimer: decaying corpses gnawed upon by the scavengers are still disgusting).


Lots of things are disgusting. Do what I do: don't watch. Cool

Or do what I do. Have a barbecue!
Pieter Tuulinen
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#7 - 2015-12-03 21:00:58 UTC
Most Caldari elect for cremation, even secular wayiists, it's just always been our way and it makes for neat and tidy storage and disposal. The cremation is done by the local government with the body being interred in a separate facility from any public or private memorial. Most settlements maintain central storage areas for the dead - it's considered bad form to keep the ashes for a deceased family member within the family home.

The Caldari do not believe the former body of the loved one is a suitable talisman to use for celebrating or venerating their spirit. It's considered bad form to direct the attention of the spirit to it's former shell, in fact, and to do so is to run the risk of angering and offending the spirits of one's ancestors. For that reason Caldari Ancestor Spirits tend to be remembered at altars kept in the home or in the workplace. Important and significant spirits may attract monuments to their memories or separate shrines - such as those kept for Mathias Sobaseki, Yakiya Tovil-Toba or Otro Gariushi - families will often add a decorative plaque to a family shrine or even a small votive figurine made usually from natural materials such as stone or Kresh wood.

Caldari remembrance is a mixture of public and private with public displays of private grief being frowned upon as excessive and ostentatious. Public displays of shared grief are, however, seen as socially cohesive events and most Caldari will attend several public memorials celebrating the deaths of important Caldari figures - companies tend to memorialise the death of the founder in a Founder's Day memorial on the anniversary of the death of the Company founder, also used to remember the deaths in service or after retirement of all company employees. Most of these services will mention the life of the Founder, one or more important Corporate figures and recite a list of employees and former employees in good standing who died since the last Founder's Day.

For the first time since I started the conversation, he looks me dead in the eye. In his gaze are steel jackhammers, quiet vengeance, a hundred thousand orbital bombs frozen in still life.

Valerie Valate
Church of The Crimson Saviour
#8 - 2015-12-03 21:12:01 UTC
Back home, one of our neighbours, when they died, their skin was preserved, and used to cover a humanoid drone, that had been programmed to utter various phrases that were typical of the deceased.

Took 3 years before the authorities noticed. The scheme was only rumbled because the local library had sent a junior librarian around to ask about some unreturned books about the Apocryphon.

Not that this is in any way common practice.

Doctor V. Valate, Professor of Archaeology at Kaztropolis Imperial University.

Elmund Egivand
Tribal Liberation Force
Minmatar Republic
#9 - 2015-12-04 00:14:43 UTC
Satja Askariin wrote:
It almost sounds a bit far fetched to me however I suppose that it all must be if that was how Karin Midular was laid to rest. That was quite and interesting read Mr Egivand and Mr Kinnison.

In hindsight I don't ever think I've seen a Corovid.


Late Ex-Prime Minister Karin Midular was returned to her native homeland of Mikramurka and had the sky burial performed on her on our most holy site, the burial overseen by the venerable Vuld Haupt. Not one of us can ask for a better burial.

A Minmatar warship is like a rusting Beetle with 500 horsepower Cardillac engines in the rear, armour plating bolted to chassis and a M2 Browning stuck on top.

Anyanka Funk
Doomheim
#10 - 2015-12-04 00:19:36 UTC
Elmund Egivand wrote:
Satja Askariin wrote:
It almost sounds a bit far fetched to me however I suppose that it all must be if that was how Karin Midular was laid to rest. That was quite and interesting read Mr Egivand and Mr Kinnison.

In hindsight I don't ever think I've seen a Corovid.


Late Ex-Prime Minister Karin Midular was returned to her native homeland of Mikramurka and had the sky burial performed on her on our most holy site, the burial overseen by the venerable Vuld Haupt. Not one of us can ask for a better burial.

I disagree.
Elmund Egivand
Tribal Liberation Force
Minmatar Republic
#11 - 2015-12-04 01:19:56 UTC
Anyanka Funk wrote:
Elmund Egivand wrote:
Satja Askariin wrote:
It almost sounds a bit far fetched to me however I suppose that it all must be if that was how Karin Midular was laid to rest. That was quite and interesting read Mr Egivand and Mr Kinnison.

In hindsight I don't ever think I've seen a Corovid.


Late Ex-Prime Minister Karin Midular was returned to her native homeland of Mikramurka and had the sky burial performed on her on our most holy site, the burial overseen by the venerable Vuld Haupt. Not one of us can ask for a better burial.

I disagree.


You aren't one of us anymore.

A Minmatar warship is like a rusting Beetle with 500 horsepower Cardillac engines in the rear, armour plating bolted to chassis and a M2 Browning stuck on top.

Alizabeth Vea
Doomheim
#12 - 2015-12-04 02:49:58 UTC
This is actually very informative and interesting. Thank you all for sharing, and my most sincere apologies for thinking you were joking at first.

Retainer of Lady Newelle and House Sarum.

"Those who step into the light shall be redeemed, the sins of their past cleansed, so that they may know salvation." -Empress Jamyl Sarum I

Virtue. Valor. Victory.

Cain Aloga
SoE Roughriders
Electus Matari
#13 - 2015-12-04 15:39:24 UTC
We Brutor practice a different tradition when one our kin has passed on to the realm of spirits. The Tribes ancestral homeland lies in the Mioar Straights, the many islands that make up the great archipelagos have limited space so we cannot bury our dead, and the climate is both hot and humid, a condition that does not lend itself well to sky buriels.

Instead, we practice a ritualized cremation. The following is the Tradition of Clan Aloga.

We believe that the spirit of a person is trapped within flesh, and when one dies, the spirit is released into the realm of spirits, where it will make its journey to join it's ancestors. In that journey, the spirit will enounter evil spirits that will attempt to block its path and attempt to currupt it, much like how the evil spirits attempted to currput the Fist Minmatar Elders. The Spirit of the deceased will have to battle the evil spirit and emerge victories in order to complete it's journey.

The funerary rights last 5 days, which begin at sundown of the first. The body of the deceased is first cleaned and cleansed by a shaman, who performs the rites to prepare the spirit for its ordeal to come. Once the body has been cleansed, a process that takes the whole first night, it is then wrapped in treated cloth l, so as to prevent it's decompisition, while it is housed in the clan hall. For three days, it stays there. During those three days, family and friends will come and pay respects to the deceased, settling old grudges, offering advice for its journey, or simply saying their good byes. On the 5th day, at dawn, the body is baken once more by the shaman. The hands of the deceased are cut of and cremated first and the ash is seperated. Then the hair is also removed and burned, and the ash is seperated. Once the hands and hair have been removed, the final rite over the body begins, and this takes the remaining day.

Mean while at sundown of the 5th night a great feast takes place. Where all are invited. The purpose of the feast is two fold: the first allows for the living to celebrate the life of the deceased, and second is to provide for energy to the spirit in its journey. During this feast, a male relative of the deceased, ussually a brother or a son, will engage in ritual combat against another warrior. This combat symbolizes both the battle that the spirit will face, and the battle that Brute, the first Brutor Elder faced against the evil spirits long ago. The ash taken from the cremated hands is mixed with the traditional war paint of the relative, so that the spirit might recieve his strength to aide him. It is important to note that this combat is not choreographed or staged in any way.

The feast ends at dawn of the 6th day, when at sun up the body, having been painted with the ashes of the hair mixed in so that the ancestors might recognize the spirit, is placed in a small boat, or canoe and is launched into the ocean. It is then set ablaze, the flames releasing the spirit from the body and on to the realm of spirits.

While our warriors fight for our people's freedom, we in turn should fight for our people's prosperity.

Elmund Egivand
Tribal Liberation Force
Minmatar Republic
#14 - 2015-12-04 16:54:57 UTC
I'm always curious about the traditions of the other Tribes and encourage more of this sharing of information.

A Minmatar warship is like a rusting Beetle with 500 horsepower Cardillac engines in the rear, armour plating bolted to chassis and a M2 Browning stuck on top.

Veikitamo Gesakaarin
Doomheim
#15 - 2015-12-10 10:18:49 UTC  |  Edited by: Veikitamo Gesakaarin
Reprocessed into protein delicacies.

It's like a sky burial but with more flavour enhancement.

That or body-mined for Class A biomass for the clone market.

I'm 100% certified Caldari biomass right now. I accept no other substitutes to mold my svelte curves.

Kurilaivonen|Concern

Arkoth 24
Doomheim
#16 - 2015-12-10 11:21:26 UTC
All of this info is quite interesting and usefull for education, but it has nothing with capsuleers. Only humans deserve and achieve proper burial. Human copies can not afford it nor deserve it. Their fate is to be reprocessed or to be shredded to pieces in battle. Other way, their frozen corpses will float in space for years, untill someone may find 'em and put in some cryo-chamber for his freaky collection.

So, when some puppets say "We, Caldari" or "We, Brutor" - they seems to forget that they are not a part of human kind anymore. Command modules for spacecrafts. Disposable. Replaceable. Expensive. Still pretending to be humans. Still seeking for a shelter in lies.
Veikitamo Gesakaarin
Doomheim
#17 - 2015-12-10 11:50:51 UTC
Arkoth 24 wrote:

So, when some puppets say "We, Caldari" or "We, Brutor" - they seems to forget that they are not a part of human kind anymore. Command modules for spacecrafts. Disposable. Replaceable. Expensive. Still pretending to be humans. Still seeking for a shelter in lies.


No human being, a mere mortal, could even hope to dream to achieve my own personal keenly honed edginess, babe.

I'm like some mythical blade of old cutting the mortal coils of existential crisis and overwhelming nihilism.

I'm so full of maudlin angst about it sometimes I just can't help myself but to write terrible poetry that doesn't rhyme or have a proper meter.

Kurilaivonen|Concern

Arkoth 24
Doomheim
#18 - 2015-12-10 12:16:45 UTC
Veikitamo Gesakaarin wrote:
No human being, a mere mortal, could even hope to dream to achieve my own personal keenly honed edginess, babe.

I'm like some mythical blade of old cutting the mortal coils of existential crisis and overwhelming nihilism.

I'm so full of maudlin angst about it sometimes I just can't help myself but to write terrible poetry that doesn't rhyme or have a proper meter.

Every time you try to sound proud and scornful - you sound miserable. Try something else.
Veikitamo Gesakaarin
Doomheim
#19 - 2015-12-10 13:56:07 UTC
Arkoth 24 wrote:
Veikitamo Gesakaarin wrote:
No human being, a mere mortal, could even hope to dream to achieve my own personal keenly honed edginess, babe.

I'm like some mythical blade of old cutting the mortal coils of existential crisis and overwhelming nihilism.

I'm so full of maudlin angst about it sometimes I just can't help myself but to write terrible poetry that doesn't rhyme or have a proper meter.

Every time you try to sound proud and scornful - you sound miserable. Try something else.


Actually I am proud and scornful.

What misery can I have when scrubs like you exist for my amusement?

Kurilaivonen|Concern

Pieter Tuulinen
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#20 - 2015-12-10 16:00:00 UTC
Arkoth 24 wrote:
All of this info is quite interesting and usefull for education, but it has nothing with capsuleers. Only humans deserve and achieve proper burial. Human copies can not afford it nor deserve it. Their fate is to be reprocessed or to be shredded to pieces in battle. Other way, their frozen corpses will float in space for years, untill someone may find 'em and put in some cryo-chamber for his freaky collection.

So, when some puppets say "We, Caldari" or "We, Brutor" - they seems to forget that they are not a part of human kind anymore. Command modules for spacecrafts. Disposable. Replaceable. Expensive. Still pretending to be humans. Still seeking for a shelter in lies.

You think a few chips in your head change your species. Funny. I'll say one thing for most transhumanists, they generally aspire to being more than human. Why do you ascribe to being nothing more than a weapons component?

For the first time since I started the conversation, he looks me dead in the eye. In his gaze are steel jackhammers, quiet vengeance, a hundred thousand orbital bombs frozen in still life.

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