Michael Vlahos: Chilean transcendence

By Michael Vlahos*

Miners. Trapped. No way out. Miraculously rescued. Happy end. End of story.

Not so fast.

The resurrection of Chile’s lost miners is a testament to the power of belonging and meaning in human life.

We humans live singularly evanescent lives. Our consciousness is like to the Moth: Done in the flicker of candlelight on a summer night. Gone in an instant.

Yet we live on because eternal hope lives in our collective self. We draw meaning from the river of humanity. Only in this way can we take comfort from the desperate enterprise of life — because our life is eternally shared. Because we belong to a river of life that must go on, our single summer night has meaning. In the end it is all right — because we go on together.

We know this is true. We know this is our prime directive because the shadows of our forgotten ancestors are still there to remind us. They proclaim the river of us in the cave paintings of Lascaux and at the seat of celebration that was Stonehenge.

We all have the same deep-wired drive to make our lives make sense joining ourselves to the river of sacred identity.

My work focuses on how “civilization” — complex post-Neolithic groups of societies — created a celebratory ritual we call war. In history war has always served to create identity, to celebrate identity, and to help identity migrate and transform. War is perhaps our most special human vehicle for framing and reframing consciousness, and for helping consciousness to change.

Since about 1800 war has served the nation-state, and since about 1800 our vision of the “nation” has been our collective benchmark of sacred identity. Peg the U.S. at 1776, France at 1789, and Latin America at 1810-1821. Then the rest followed.

Like it or not we in the West still inhabit a world where the nation is sacred. Our world, tarnished as it is, is still a realm ruled by religious nationalism. We are the reluctant inheritors of a tradition that once corralled hundreds of thousands of young men into a place so that they might selflessly clamber out of trench lines to certain death. We framed and wove for them the most perversely grand human sacrifice in all of humanity’s religious experience: All for the sake of our nations’ transcendence. All for us.

The West blindly drove through two world wars before it could truly see how self-destructive and primitive was its terrible blood ritual. War can celebrate identity and it can also kill it. But thankfully war is not our only ritual of identity.

Chile tells us that. The nation in modernity no longer needs battle to clear our pathways for collective meaning and national transcendence. In fact it never did. Blame Napoleon. His answer to the dispiriting bloodbath of Robespierre revolution was the gloriously bloodbath of battle where the whole nation might transcend.

But Napoleon’s vision brought European civilization to its knees — to its very last gasp — by 1945.

Latin America, Western twin of European Modernity in the early 19th century, never fully embraced Napoleon’s victory-or-death vision. Sure there were skirmishes and scraps like the “War of the Pacific” between Chile and Peru, and of course the notorious Chaco War, but in retrospect these seem like outlier flare-ups compared to European civilization’s drive to self-immolation. Latin America still enshrines the passion of religious nationalism — but without its death-march wars.

So uniting a nation in the rescue of its lost miners makes perfect sense.

Look at the awful contrast. In the wars of religious nationalism the nation would be renewed by the sacrifice of its most precious children on the field of battle. It was an unimaginable blood-sacrifice — a collective ritual that demanded the most horrifying sacrifices for the nation to transcend.

But the miners offer an alternative ritual venue — and an alternative take on nationalism and sacred identity.

If the sacrifice of millions to shrapnel and machine guns in the world wars was for nothing, it was always, always lovingly conveyed and compared to a barely-disguised imagery of Jesus on the Cross.

Like him they died for us. Our own, our beautiful boys died so we might live and ascend as a nation.

But consider the Chilean alternative in the same sacral Christian-national context.

Jesus also came back from the dead out of a tomb in stone. Buried, the miners have come back to Chile — to the body of the nation — from a Stygian sarcophagus. Moreover the lingering and overhanging evil that may have placed them there — Latin America’s daunting legacy of racism and iniquity and latifundial-corporate evil — was instantly expunged by a Presidential commitment to Chile’s buried own.

Ancient legacies can be cast off. The nation can find celebration and renewal without war — and create that sacred moment when the people are one and whole again. The President — with his badge of office signifying the body of the nation — ritually embraces each miner as he emerges into the light of resurrection: Reclaiming them to the body of the nation.

The miracle that ties Chileans to the deep currents of their river is not in blood-sacrifice but rather the promise of a nation transcendent in new life.

*Michael Vlahos is Professor of Strategy at the United States Naval War College. This article first appeared at Huffington Post and is republished here with the author’s permission.

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3 thoughts on “Michael Vlahos: Chilean transcendence

  1. vince j

    The miners media spectacle was just that, a media circus.
    The miners were traped because unsafe mining practice by private companies. The right wing government of Chile could not have asked for a better chance for self advetising and adulation. Miners that were killed in Chile in similar disarters because deregulated mining practices implemented by the facist government of Washignton’s Pinochet, never got any media attention.

    I suggest reading John Pilger’s article on the subject at:
    Also I suggest watching his documentary on Latin America : “War on Democracy” to put this media circus into the context of Latin America struggle.
    Of course I feel for these miners, but the media circus was designed to bring emotinal responses that taps into the sentimentaloid nature of the masses. Thus this article of your failed to look into the causes of the disarter.
    Good for the miners, good for the media which refuses to go any deeper than emotional black mail. No surprise the whole pantomime warrant an emotional and empty word from the War Crminal in chief, Obama.

  2. Paul Woodward

    Mike Vlahos, as he always does, approaches this topic from high altitude. Corporate negligence, media manipulation and political opportunism, even though these might be elements of the Chilean miners story, don’t come within the scope of this analysis of religious nationalism…

    And there’s an idea to chew over carefully — that in what has in many respects become a secular world, the popular sense of the sacred is now projected upon the idea of nation.

    Many people coming to this site no doubt, like me, have a revulsion for nationalism, but in understanding how nationalism functions we need to pay less attention to our own ideas about what constitutes the nation than the ideas and sentiments of those who make nationalism a palpable force.

  3. Gray Risk-Raven

    I had a Dream — a strange dream.
    In my dream, I saw the trapped Chilean miners, deep underground.

    In the waking world of our Surface Reality, we on the Surface are
    frantically digging down, to free the trapped miners, and reunite
    them with Humanity on the Surface, before the miners are overcome
    by foul gases, or descend into madness, fighting one another.

    But in my dream world, it was we — on the Surface — who were
    being overcome by foul gases; it was we who were madly fighting
    one another over scarce Carbon resources and Carbon sinks.

    And in my dream world, it was the Chilean miners — Deep underground —
    who were digging, frantically, to free us, to reunite us with Humanity.

    But they were not digging upwards, toward the Surface where we seem to live.
    Instead — frantically, desperately — they were digging down,
    deep toward earth’s center, to reunite us with our Deeper Humanity.

    It was a strange dream — as though the “Arrow of Time”, itself,
    were undergoing a “magnetic” Flux Reversal, and an Ethical Inversion.

    I thank Michael Vlahos for his article. Perhaps your Martin Amis
    can help you interpret the meaning of my Dream.

    — Gray Risk-Raven

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