In Washington, DC, a macabre tour of bodies of dead people from China are being put on display. Set up to look as if they are doing 'normal' things, we are to be entertained and laugh. I could barely write this story, it made me so ill. Shame. Shame on anyone going to this and the people doing this exhibit will have an unhappy epithany when they themselves die and pass through the Gates of Death.
Plastered all over the Washington Metro concourses are posters advertising a new exhibition in town, Bodies. Human cadavers that have been preserved, dissected and skinned, dehydrated with acetone and then injected with silicone and vacuum sealed in a polymer encasing are on display across the Potomac River in Rosslyn. The cadavers are shown in various sports and other poses.
The exhibition is owned by a publicly traded company, Premier Exhibitions, Inc., the same company that displays recovered relics from the SS Titanic. The cadavers come from China's Dalian Medical University's Plastination Laboratories, which has been accused by Chinese human rights organizations of past connections to the commercial exploitation of the bodies of executed prisoners. The Chinese lab obtains the bodies from the Chinese government but there is no information about where the Chinese government obtains them.
Frédéric Chopin (Polish: Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin, sometimes Szopen; French: Frédéric François Chopin; English surname pronunciation: IPA: /ʃoʊpæn/ or /ʃoʊpæ̃/; March 1, 1810, Żelazowa Wola – October 17, 1849, Paris) was a Polish piano composer of the Romantic period. He is widely regarded as one of the most famous, influential and prolific composers for piano.
Chopin was born in the village of Żelazowa Wola, Poland, to a Polish mother and French-expatriate father. Hailed in his homeland as a child prodigy, at age twenty Chopin left for Paris. There he made a career as performer, teacher and composer, and adopted the French version of his given names, "Frédéric-François." From 1837 to 1847 he had a turbulent relationship with the French writer George Sand (Aurore Dudevant). Always in frail health, at 39 he succumbed to pulmonary tuberculosis.
The name of this news page is 'Culture of Life News' which may seem odd considering that I often talk about the course of history and how our empire is dying and mourning WWIII before it happens....but I am a woman who loves life and who is touched by death. When even the animals on my farm die, I hold them and walk with them through the Gates of Death.
I have sat with people who are dying and it is a trial for me, not them. For I am only a visitor to that dark Realm, where Mother Nature spreads her dark robes and embraces all that lives and transforms them. We all die. And in dying, there is great fear and mocking death is dangerous for She watches us like a vulture. She is the One who sits in judgement at the Gates of Death.
She has these scales and weighs our souls against the entire universe. This is where hot and cold merge, where big and small unite, where the vacuum meets the black hole. The music of Chopin expresses the bridge between life and death. Like so many great artists of the past, he died very young. I wondered about this as a child and then figured, the Graces needed artists on Mt. Olympus and since they all ride Pegasus, they mostly died young. Goethe, the famous German poet, lived a long life but his creativity died young and indeed, most artists are most prolific in their younger years.
But we all die, however long we live, it isn't long enough. For life is unique: Mother Nature gives us only one chance at it. When I listen to Chopin, I get to see his soul which is the only thing he left behind. Oh, and what a soul that is!
Isadora Duncan, the great inventor of modern dance, loved Chopin and her very first dances were to his music. She responded in particular to his nocturnes and the dark, twilight mixture of flats and minor chords mixed in with a surging songline that rushes forwards only to halt at the ornate wrough iron gates which one can't pass but can only look past. Death like the shadows under an oak tree.
The bodies turned into a joke here are human beings: men and women who, for some horrible reason, were used as things. Instead of being sacred, they are mounted like trophies, to be laughed at and bemused but these are people with souls who passed by Her and She sits in judgement and everyone looking at these paradies of humanity will have to pass Her and She will pull up the memories and examine them.
How does She do this? It is simple: She makes the Watcher be the Sufferer. And this is the torture of killers: they have to relive the deaths they caused. War criminals spend many years at this. She is relentless. If you save lives, the joy of this flashes past and She lifts Her scales and smiles and the sun shines even if one is in the dark.
The dead put on display should be interred into the bosom of the Earth. May we be forgiven for our sins.