Standing firm and facing Sisiutl

Standing firm and facing Sisiutl
Andrew Wright

Close your eyes. I am going to describe something of what you see.

You are standing, alone, on a strange beach. Turn with your back to the sea. In front of you are rocks and trees. The trees are like thin, twisted arms and fingers, pulling away from the sea but held by their roots. The roots are half wrenched out of the ground. The rocks writhe as if wrung like a wet towel by a giant’s hands.

Both trees and rocks tried to flee from Sisiutl. Their roots and their weight held them. They screamed silently but with the power of thunder and the agony of lightning. They had seen Sisiutl, the monster with two heads coming from the sea.

People and animals run, run, run, blind with fear, when they see Sisiutl. They run and run to the end of the land.

Now, turn slowly round and face the sea. Move your feet to plant them solidly on the beach. Look out to sea. There, far away, is something, something in the sea. It is coming nearer. It is Sisiutl. You can see the two heads, one at each end of a long neck. The head’s eyes have seen you. The waves are breaking white foam around them. The eyes are hard. The teeth are razored and long.

You want to turn. You want to scream and run and leave that place. You stay. Your feet are solid on the beach. If you went you would flee forever, always running, your mind always frozen with fear, finding no haven, no home in yourself.

Sisiutl is coming nearer. The two heads rear up against the twisting clouds. Sisiutl’s hard eyes never leave yours. The stink from the two gaping mouths makes you want to vomit. The stink turns your hair dark yellow and the ends of your hair drip in front of your eyes.

You want to turn. You want to scream and run and leave that place. You stay. Your feet are solid on the beach. If you went you would flee forever, always running, your mind always frozen with fear, finding no haven, no home in yourself.

Sisiutl is there, standing at the sea’s edge. Sisiutl is rising above you, coming closer. The two long necks are beginning to open to wrap around you. The teeth seem longer and the purple tongue’s pulse in anticipation of swallowing your flesh.

You stand firm. Your feet solid on the beach. You are terrified but you do not move. There is nowhere to go. You face Sisiutl.

Sisiutl’s two necks come closer. Sisiutl’s two heads come on either side of you…then they see each other and Sisiutl is frozen with fear. Sisiutl writhes and twists and turns to run and run and to plunge into the sea and frothing the water, twists away into the depths of the ocean.

There was nowhere to run.

You have found yourself within yourself.

Now you are no longer alone on the beach. Children are playing around you.

You can leave the beach or you can stay, just as you wish.

A few comments

This is my version of a story about Sisiutl which I found in Elida Gersie’s wonderful book: Reflections on Therapeutic Storymaking, (page 52) published by Jessica Kingsley Publishing. Gersie attributes the story to the oral tradition in the Cameroon.

Before you read the story (or learn it to tell) make sure you have one way of pronouncing the same, Sisiutl. I pronounce it, Sissiootal with the stress on oo.

I suggest that the students do as the story asks them…they close their eyes. When I ask students to close their eyes I usually say, ‘If you do not wish to take part then all I ask is that you do not disturb the other students in any way. Let them concentrate, you remain silent and still’. Then, normally, I close my eyes while I tell the story. No class has ever taken advantage of my vulnerability. Of course it will happen one day but it has been worth the risk so far!

Gersie uses the story in therapy giving a model of what we all have to do sometimes in our lives, face the truth, face ourselves, find the self in us that is best able to cope with experience.

It is important, when working with this story, for the listeners not to be distracted by words which are important for the meaning but unknown to them. In this case, it is better not to give meanings during the telling but to pre-teach key unknown words.

Activities

I have written my version of the story based on Gersie’s version. She says that hers is her re-write of a story from the Cameroon. It is therefore very reasonable to ask the students to write their own version creating their own place, their own monster and their own feelings. The students should retain the thread; the important aspect of the story is that a person faces fear and doesn’t run away and finds strength and identity within him or herself.

Having written their version (give and keep to a strict time for everyone…students who have not finished read what they have written) the students divide into pairs and take it in turns to read to each other their story. Do this several times so that each student reads their story and listens to others each time. I usually find that the students want to re-draft their story having read it aloud. I give them time for this.

Stop them reading to other people before interest begins to flag.

Finally, all the stories should be written and published either in a book or on the school website. Illustrations can be added.

I never select, ‘the best ones’, but always publish the whole lot.