An African man from Zimbabwe came to see me today. He was 42
when died in 1959, he was shot by a poacher.
He worked on a small preserve. There was not much land nor money
dedicated to it at this time. People didn't understand the need to protect the
animals with ivory. In some ways the preserve
made those animals a target. It was easier for a poacher to come and kill an
animal there then hunt them in the wild which was still allowed at the time.
I don’t understand people; they would kill this beautiful majestic
animal for ivory. I hear they make piano keys for the white men with them. How
can a life be worth piano keys? I watched mothers being killed right in front
of their babies. Do they think that the baby does not feel grief or pain? They
do, I have seen it. I saw a baby elephant go off and die, not eating nor
drinking. The rest of the herd surrounded him and tried to pick him up, give
him love and support, it was not enough. He wanted his mother.
Someone told me that they use tusks, especially rhino tusks
to heal people. I find that funny. How can you heal someone with something that
caused so much pain and loss? How can you ingest something that holds the
energy of an animal that was slaughtered without a care just for its tusk? (I
double checked that he used the word energy)
People don’t understand that if you are one with the earth and honor and
respect her that you will be given all the energy and healing that you need to
sustain you. When you take from her or misuse her; that is when you become sick
in the mind and body. I know that more land has been given to keep the animals
safe, it has not stopped the poachers though. They still kill and won’t stop
until the last animal is gone. Though I get so angry at these men who would
kill with such brutality, I am angrier at the ones buying these tusks. It
matters not to me if they are for healing or a piano, it is a disgrace.
When I died I didn't see a white light or tunnel. I just
started walking and noticing that the animals could really see me, they noticed
me more than when I was alive. It took me a while to realize that I was dead.
These little people saw me living among the animals, not afraid of them,
actually at home and they approached me. I went with them and saw the work they were
doing. They help the earth try to repair from the damage that man does to her
every day. When I first joined them, they were a happy community, doing their work.
They had family units and children. Now all that has changed, they are sick,
children stopped being born and they are unable to keep up with the earth
changes and everything is out of balance.
There is poison in everything from the water to the leaves on the trees.
The rain holds these poisons and everything is affected by it. The rainy season use to be such a blessing,
now it just brings more problems; more that has to be corrected, more balance
that has to be restored. However, without these rains there is no life at all. The elves told me that all of life is connected;
that what is done in one area will affect another on the other side of the
world; that when a life is taken, it affects all. Nothing is alone, it is like a spider walking
on a web, it walks on one side and the other side of the web moves slightly.
They told me that the biggest issue is that man does not seem to see their impact
on others. They make up boarders and hoard resources to make money. They think
that there will always be more, more food, more water, more animals, more land…
well there is not. What they do on their piece of land another is doing in another
spot. Even if a country acts in balance with nature, the clouds above them are
from places where it is not. Their rain is poison too. None of this will change
until man realizes that they are all connected and this earth is not just for
them to take from.
When he finished telling me this and we went over it line by
line to make sure I had heard him correctly, I asked if he was ready to go and
he said yes. I thanked him for his message and time and showed him the bridge
where he could cross. Just then at the top of the bridge as he started to cross
came these big magnificent animals, an elephant adult and baby, a rhino and
even a lion. I asked if he knew these animals and he said yes, the big elephant
was one killed by poachers. I was surprised he could tell the difference and he
said, don’t you see the difference in your dogs and cats. Each soul is
different. How right he is. He was
overjoyed to see them again and crossed quickly.
