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The Samaritan of Iraq: A Short Story About Doppelgangers

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The Samaritans were a despised and denigrated tribal group in ancient times. Yet, who was it who had the eyes to see, the heart to act when all others avoided the battered and ran away? It was a Samaritan.

As the ancient story is told… a poor soul lay by the side of the road, beaten to a bloody pulp. Men of the priestly classes crossed to the other side of the road to avoid helping the bleeding man. Other travelers merely stepped over the dying man. Yet, one, an old man Samaritan, took up the harmed traveler so gently in his arms and carried him to lay him down, where he tended to him, giving the innkeep money to watch over this wounded soul until he returned.

It is said on various sites on the internet that the US government closes down websites which reveal pictures of all the little travelers waylaid in war, waylaid not by cutpurses, but worse, by their own, as well as others. Killed by exploding fire, laid out in rows, as here, in an economy of space and drying in the sun.

I think of the fireman, Chris Fields, who carried the little child Baylee Almon out of the bombed Murrah building child care center, too her little legs dangling like this child’s also, except this child, as you see, her feet have been blown off, only the skin of the heel and part of the ankle, emptied out of bones, remains.

Both Baylee and this beautiful child too, died. And both Commander Fields and this Iraqui grandfather carrying the child in his arms, would recognize each other’s souls as doppelgangers on sight.

There are ‘Samaritan men’ who live everywhere in our world; often hidden until or unless there is death, pointless death close in… and they may too, be seen by the overculture, in some way, as ‘untouchables’. But because many travelers when coming upon injustice and horror on the road, look away, or become angry with the victims themselves, or for whatever reasons cross to the other side of the road… without the Samaritan men, our world would die utterly

… for they are the ones who do not look away, will not find it oh so funny that death of the innocents goes on and on, will not call names nor tell lies in order to attempt to dehumanize a group or a people, and will instead, touch the dead, carry the dead as though they are still alive and the most precious beings on earth… giving honor to the frail bodies, the so terribly damaged and harmed vessels that once carried such massive souls.

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CODA
You see in the picture of the Iraqi Samaritan, that the old man is in the outdoor morgue where the bodies of those who have been killed are laid. You see a middle aged man’s feet, , you see a person’s hand over their heart as though they are only sleeping. This picture has been cropped; when I ran it through the photo forensic software I have, I could see this is only a segment of a much wider picture, presumably showing many more rows of the dead.

Doppelgänger, is from the German word doppel, meaning double, and goer, meaning to do, to act, to show up and to go to conduct oneself in a certain way. It is used in English to indicate a kind of ‘twinning’ of minds, hearts, spirits, ideas that, often, appear in diverse persons who do not know one another and… have most often not been exposed to the same ideas, but who somehow, act, hold to ideas, develop character in ways that are nearly identical.

  • Father_Time
    Seeing the innocent suffer and die is a terrible experience that I have endured many times. It is an indescribable emotion. A mixture of anger, fear, and, love. My, (our), emotion is life’s empathy for life. We are on the same team.

    The universe does not care. The universe is. The universe is almighty.

    Life begins and then it ends. Nothing is carried forward except knowledge,

    either biological knowledge or external knowledge having to be relearned….

    It is our life boat…we have no hope without it….

    Knowledge lessons the might of the universe, ever so little, with each new generation.

    Either the universe will crush all life in the end, or life will gather enough knowledge to adapt

    and survive the universe in time or just in time…….time is the unknown quantity.
  • motherwheel
    God this is so powerful and moving - thank you Dr. E - your work keeps the reptile's at bay and nourishes my heart - I run to the computer every morning with a wish- that you will have a new post up on your blog
    something to crack my heart open for the day
    The Mother night sessions you are doing with Sounds True are deep deep soul food - you always provide the "how" - with all of the wisdom you impart
    "do what ever works" - how profound and yet so simple - all of the counter magic you provide to bypass the ego - and your daughter's magic seed ( bless her heart) " you never get over it - you learn how to live with it" i know her pain all too well - thank you for teaching us how to live with it .


    Marion
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfzpRe-eBRA
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9EGd2IcbfY&feat...
  • spirasol
    I like to think of events providing us with an opportunity to become larger than our self perceptions. The doppelgangers you depict get more opportunities perhaps than the rest of us and likely show us the way. I can't always say I am up to it, and I can't really think of a time when I was big enough/heartfelt enough to carry the rotting and disassembling corpse of another, a child perhaps, to place of sanctuary. I can't promise for me or anyone else, but I like to think there is enough of my humanity left for me or someone else to reach down deep in the vipers pit to try to find the little hand of the other; to bring them or what is left of their form home.......
  • tidbits
    We are the voyeurs, watching, sometimes in horror, often for amusement, waiting for others to step forward and show us, from a safe distance, what humanity looks like.

    Thanks for the reminder, Archangel.
  • Silhouette
    I have a very similar picture saved from when Cheney ran the place officially of a little dead Palestinian girl before that picture was quickly removed from the website I got it from. I have it in my picture files where I don't see it every day, but when I go to browse there for other pictures I see it and am reminded. In her case of how the Israelis attacked their neighbors on the jewish sabbath. A thing that is forbidden them to do from their own ancient Supreme Law.

    It reminds me of all the funny business going on that we aren't allowed to know about who really runs Israel and other things around the globe.
  • ordinarysparrow
    Thank you Dr. E.. . . always your heart is there in the rain and in the sunshine for the "little people". . .

    these images leave us the legacy of memory burned into hearts and minds that can hopefully seize voices that can speak; no more. . .
  • ordinarysparrow
    Father Time i like what you have written and really appreciate the spirit of how are expressing. . read it a couple of times but went back and substituted the word love instead of knowledge. . .and that too is very readable and meaningful. . .thank you sparrow
  • Father_Time
    No you missed the point. I did not write a poem. I simply stated fact. Love is irrelevant and certainly not permanent. It is only an emotion that attaches humans for procreation or protection.

    We humans are pitted against the reality of the universe. We wish the universe loved because that would give us comfort, but love is only between humans. In reality emotions and even life itself is insignificant to the universe. The universe does not comfort. The universe creates and destroys and we need to learn how to get out of it’s way in order to survive. The odds are pitifully morbid that we even have the slightest chance.
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