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From the man-made fires of chaos, of the ending of life
A billion cries of horror and pain arise
Hearts and souls are torn as lives escape from charred and and glowing lips
Paws baked black and withered, howling tongues of flame and fear
Final cries unheard amidst the roar of flames, despairing,
Ending in silence of leaping pyres, red and searing yellow.
Whirlwinds full of ashes fly up about the arid and scorched land,
Swirling in newly made hell-storms of sand and death
Smoking dead land, animals, trees
Suffering and silence.
We with awakened Animalself howl and cry in anguish
We feel them, we are with them, they are our kin
Souls bleeding and writhing in pain
Our hearts smolder with echoed angry embers,
Knowing this horror was of human making, blindness, ignorance
Sewn-shut mouths and eyes, mostly dead, numb,
choking to death on the polluted prison we have made
Fed on diets of futility and numbness, we kill the animals to ease our pain
Drunk on self-loathing and addictions and false self-importance
Deaf, dumb, blind, sedated, self-obsessed and deluded; Most do not see the dead
They ignore the billion furry and scaled and feathered ghosts
That fill the sky and the sea and the land and our nightmares
We few feel and see, we know, we are crying.
The billion feral ghosts fill our silent mouths
They turn our blood to ash and our lungs to scorched sand
Curled up in horror, unable to shut out the shrieks and pleas and pain and terror
We cry out in pain and anger and grief ENOUGHENOUGHENOUGH
LET IT STOP!
But no, this is just the beginning of what is to come.
The nightmare we have made.
We totter toward the edge of a cliff our species knows yet ignores
And the souls of a billion creatures will not leave,
for they each carry a word
A cry, a howl, a screech, a hiss
They bring these into our burning hearts and they begin to weave a Hymn:
A spirit chant or song of sacred renewal and revival and rebirth
We few who listen are with the spirits of the animals, our feral kin
With the furred ones and those who sing in waters and soar skies no more
We receive what the animal spirits bring us and begin to weave
A sacred Hymn, a song of love and caring and feral kinship
We add our blood and our spirit and our energy
Our tears and anger, our sweat, our work and our Magick
This Hymn is great power, great medicine, immense healing
If we weave it right
If we sing it with full awake Animal Spirit hearts
Our Magick may save the wildness, the wilderness, the source of all that is
Our Animalspirit Hymn embraces Mother of Life, core and key of all we are,
Ignites our collective Star Selves and future awakening bliss
Our Animalself Hymn will tear down the wall of lies and dogma
Of ignorance and self-centered stupidity
Smashing through our separation from Animalself.
Our Hymn evolves as we weave it, singing of this Truth
We howl with our animalkin, with the trees, with all living creatures and the Earth
We renounce the claim of our species as self-appointed stewards,
Bullies, devourers and destroyers.
We vow our love and will as we stand upon the ashes
Of a billion of our fellow animals
Honoring with tears their brittle blackened bones and loving spirits
We embrace with love and healing these confused, thirsty ghosts
Which gather to our open loving arms
Gently caressing us with talons and claws, tails and paws
And we pull them to us in a deep embrace
And rock them and sing to them and suffer with them for they are our kin
We cry and draw them into our being and own their horror and suffering
Bringing love and peace and solace and vows
We open our Spirits, which are endless, holding and loving them.
For if not us, then who?
Such monumental suffering must be shared and eased
Or we will shatter, useless and numb, like bits of burned bones
Then: We craft and begin to haltingly whisper our Hymn of a Billion Spirits
It flows through us, leaving scars and tears and dried blood
It burns our soul, how could it not?
Necessary, it is right, they are our kin, they are us,
We haltingly begin mourning a billion beautiful brothers and sisters
Knowing that more are coming
As we each begin our hymn, the Spirits calm,
Letting go of pain and anger and sadness
For they are aware animals full of wisdom, unlike us
They know their time is done but nothing ever dies
They drift into the blue sky leaving something glowing and green
A dream full of life and hope and Nature renewed
Because we are still alive and can utter words
and cries and howls and long low songs that they can not, for they are ashes.
We will sing and speak what they left us
There is a wordless song their spirits now whisper through us
Woven into our hymn, for this is its wild feral heart
The echoes of howls and cries,
songs and growls,
animalself-song of life and renewal.
If we do this right,
We can awaken our species from numbness and self absorbed evil
Our Hymn will become a hymn of release, of life and eternal return,
A Hymn of survival and love and embrace of the great Knowing
After all we have done to our animal kin, they still they believe in us,
Their spirits fill us who embrace them and they cry and whisper: There is hope.
Now we begin the Hymn of renewal, of the ending of human arrogance,
of tearing down walls, of revealing the truth
God did not make us in his image
She made all Animals and Plants as words of divinity that pour across her body
We hominids are only one of her tongues,
one of her hands, one of her thoughts. So,
When we sing our Hymn, a billion animal spirits sing with us
The lie of human exceptionalism will turn to ashes
and the spirits of all the animal spirits will take it away!
Thus we slowly, haltingly, word by word,
cry by cry,
let the Animalself be reborn.
Creating this New Hymn of the Animal Spirits
Like all vital things,
will take time and blood
and pain and tears and struggles and work
And all the Magick we have to give.
But all these blessings are with us,
for we are raised up by the whirlwinds of our fiery love
And the glorious glowing, divine spirits
Of a billion animals, our kin, our love
We
Can
Not Lose.
Amen.

Denny Sargent / 131- 1/2020
For the destroyed Animal kin of Australia & the World- and for us