Slow Burn for the murder of the ancients

 

 

 

Today there is a very slow burn which started yesterday…

…please forgive me for today I must of needs be call your attention to a sadness and a travesty of the human spirit…

Today I burn slowly for the murder of an ancient spirit, the unwanted and absolute intentional murder of an ancient being….her crime??? She existed!!!!

 

Let me set the stage here, as needs must, for my story today is a personal one but yet public for as I witness so to did a small child and her mother…

I live in a small town in a small corner of a bus
y county in lower New York… The road on which I live is called hwy but make no mistake is no more than a rural road…

I call to your attention an even smaller section of this road where it traverses the edge of a natural and protected reservoir….what makes this so special is that the section of hwy in question which passes by the reservoir also happens to be in the path of the annual spawning walk of the large and ancient snapping turtles who inhabit the reservoir. Each year around this time and for a period of about 3 weeks The mature mother tu
rtles emerge from the lake and travel sometimes hundreds of yards…away from their home waters to lay their eggs…never to return to them…the hatchlings who do indeed hatch, must then on theire own find their owturtlen way back to the mother lake…with no instruction save for their own instinct, only a few ever make it…

This means they must cross the Hwy, this means they are constantly at risk from passing motorists. We have a volunteer brigade out there daily during the tri-week event and many signs urging drivers to slow their passing, The local police have also donated large electronic signage for both ends of the passage urging drivers to slow down…

Most of the time this is good and suffieient to warn the unaware driver not familiar with local custom…

But my friends…yesterday an act so heinous, one of wanton disregard and pure evil reared its ugly head.

At about 8:30 in the morning as I was about my morning walk the volunteers were heard to be yelling at a black van to slow down and as I looked up to see the disturbance I caught sight of the vehicle actually speeding up and heading right for a turtle in mid crossing, she was actually on the yellow dividing line, as this black van then veered out of the normal lane of traffic and intentionally ran over the turtle killing her and her unborn babies instantly…and then speeding off into the distance…it was to far for me to capture the license info but I will never forget the vehicle…

Bad enough was this senseless and wanton act of violence upon an innocent creature of the natural world, but a child of only 8 years of age was also standing with 50 paces of the incident and was completely traumatized…

Here is my burn…why, oh senseless acts of violence, why, what did that creature ever do to you

Why , not just for the turtles but why to men kill, what purpose does it serve to end another’s life against the call of nature…

We are supposed to be intelligent animals, masters of our own destiny…why must we kill

We are supposed to be intelligent beings of energy and light…and yet we seem not to grasp the ideal that all live is precious and purposeful…why do we kill, certainly not to live…what harm did that turtle do unto you oh evil one…why do we kill

Why oh why ye generation of vipers and evil beings, what do you gain by ending another, certainly not love, for that is what you have killed

Why do we kill…how long must we endure this evil, how long must the innocent suffer for they know not…

Why do we kill, why do we kill the spirit of the children when they see the evil that men do

What is the purpose of your evil, certainly it cannot feel nurturing and warm to be evil

Evil is  opposing the energy to Live…a simple switch. Just a change of mind one degree of separation just turn around…

Turn from evil my beloved, turn from Evil and LIVE!!!!!

 

the StorySpeaker

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