"They Passed Through Here"
[Voice from the Other Side - Sha'Tara]
They were not heard, though they cried as do babies in the night. They were frightened and confused. Cold and abandoned by all. Their pain was real enough to shake the heavens if these could be shaken. They passed through here and now they're gone forever and I say again: they were not heard.
What were their names? Tell me their names!
You don't know who I'm speaking of, do you. You look in your moldy, dusty records called "history" and you search for them. But they are not there. All you find there are events, real or made-up, and names of famous ones who made history or caused it to be written of them. But of the ones who passed here, nothing. Sometimes a paragraph, as, "and they were stripped, put in chains and deported into slavery" or "and they were loaded on cattle trains, taken to camps and there, slaughtered."
I write this and your heart constricts a little, perhaps. You may be angry at me for stirring up old ghosts or making you uncomfortable. For forcing you to justify forgetting and going on as if they had never passed through here. But they did. They left their blood in the ground -- innocent blood. It was hoped that if their names were forgotten and not written down, it would be as if they never were.
I speak of humans, above. But there are billions more who were also slaughtered, sentient life torn from the surface of this world for no better reason than sport or profit. Trophies and pelt or juicy steaks. Did they not cry when the arrows and bullets struck? When the leg-hold trap crushed their leg? When the club hit their child on the ice they called home? When they crawled out of the log crackling in your fireplace on Christmas Eve, to fall into the flames? When they surfaced for air and the harpoon struck, embedding itself in their backs? When flayed while still alive?
I saw the end of man's earth in a dream last night. It did not go in a bang, but in a long, drawn out, pain-filled deflation. I saw the inevitability of it because there is no compassion here. The people do not feel one-another. They can inflict endless pain and torture upon others and feel nothing except what they choose to feel. They can tear into living flesh in any number of ways and call it necessary, or fun. And for that, earth is doomed.
I asked why it must be so. Can they not change their ways? Yes, they can, I was told, but they have not the will. They are deluded, all of them. Each day their arrogance, selfishness, perversity and ignorance grows. With each set-back, they will only become more obdurate. Thousands of years and the answer is the same; the results the same.
What will the greedy resource-extractor do when every resource is used up? He will turn upon those who have little and take that from them. And what will the hunter do when his game is all gone? He will turn his sights upon unsuspecting humans - and there will be those who will justify his actions. For the game must go on, to the bitter end.
Perhaps the above sounds like a bitter rant. Yet it isn't. For I can feel, not only the horror that has been done on earth and the emptiness of those who promote and those who execute, but I can also share the sorrow and the joy of those who see and understand.
For the blood that has been, and is being shed on this world is my blood also, and the hollowness of those who kill is in my heart. And the muted Song called Joy, not voiced here, that is my Song also, the Song I must now whisper in parched winds but will sing openly on another stage soon.
Man, thou hast been a terrible teacher. Never will I forget what I have sensed while I passed through here. If you were pleased with me I was allowed to live to serve your needs. If you were not, your stones crushed my head; your lashes stripped my flesh; your rusty nails pierced my hands and feet; your wheels crushed my bones; your brands put out my eyes and burned my body. And I became but a shadow within your withered soul.
Let my name never be recorded in your history books.
Judith
>"I write this and your heart constricts a little, perhaps....I saw the end of man's earth in a dream last night. It did not go in a bang, but in a long, drawn out, pain-filled deflation. I saw the inevitability of it because there is no compassion here." <
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Regis, No one could possibly read this without feeling a huge emotional impact. Heart-constricting, indeed. There are times when I marvel at mankind's amazing capacity for kindness and sacrifice and courage and...well, all that is good.
Then there are times that I despair of the seemingly boundless abilityof humans to inflict pain and death. So often those who have the power don't even recognize the wrong in what they do. Odd how easy it is for people to justify their cruelty, isn't it?.
This was very nicely written, Regis, and appreciated.
Jill
Love, Birgit and Roger
subtle cry of protest on behalf of both people and animals. well done
EXCELLENT, FARE, MR. AUFFRAY. If each of us DID the good - AS WE WERE SENT HERE TO DO........................IMAGINE!
EXACTLY WHY THE LORD TELLS US TO SET UP TREASURES FOR OURSELVES IN HEAVEN - THAT IS OUR FOCUS - THAT IS OUR HOPE WITHIN US -BECAUSE THAT IS WHERE... OUR END LIES. hallelujah! [grin] blessings, rhonda
thank you for reminding us there is so very much for us to take action where we can and where we can't to pray about.
ann
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, ton ami, Karen Lynn. :(
A powerful, thought provoking write of the destruction of mankind. God help us all.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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