Now, if you will, imagine a world where the populations of elephants are in fair ratio with the ecosystem, managed wisely by a species called Man. Look at the reality, today, as you watch and smell and want to approach those elephants heading for the water-hole in all their grandeur, miraculously alive and well, their lives dependent on the minds of men. Matriarchs, bulls, little calves with ears attached at the top of their heads and the Tusker, who also seems to know in his body as he strides gently along that something, indeed, is very wrong but "we have to plod on."
Man is politically seasoned enough to extinguish any species for the sake of land, resources, greed, revenge or control (which, in America's vocabulary is curiously perceived as 'prevention'). While he is thus busy being his worst self, the collateral damage is about to whiplash on him; but, sadly, he neither believes in nor cares for a tomorrow that could offer concrete hope and an opportunity to find rest in life as opposed to death. He will get what he deserves: restlessness, loss of confidence and faith, and fear of grief.
Time is of the essence and the time that is important is here and now for Man to find the best in himself. Would you believe that the job of helping him escape that cycle of exploitation rests on you, me and the creatures of the wild, especially the ones on the verge of dying out, like elephants?
How curious that quietness, deep affinity with one's folk, community, respect for vulnerability, trust, unity, love, grief during loss, inner security and, above all, non-violence are, today, treated with such contempt by growing numbers in today's humanity. It does not take an expert to sense such qualities among the elephants especially in their collective aura. Do these qualities not combine to reflect a temperament that is exemplary? Is it not an example of the human propensity to seek to maintain nearness to one's intimate Self, or Creator? It is a search which conceives spontaneously of thoughts that bubble up and burst into an act of care for the creation, resulting in an uplifting deed.*
Check out
Elephants4KE on Twitter, NOW, if you are really human with your head screwed on correctly, and not ready to say goodbye to them. This is not my fight for survival, or someone else's fight but it is yours, too. It is a fight for the chance to say sorry. Let the elephants die and a piece of us will die with them.
Check out
Battle for the Elephants here and go to the
WildlifeDirect website and read more.
I'm
flabbergasted by how much time I could have wasted and realise my own life's choices may have been a turning away in denial. Have I been a coward in how I did not wake up
to this and why I did not think about devoting my time to such a cause
earlier? I know why: It now seems I have been immersed in the most trivial, meaningless concerns, making excuses not to look at that beautiful God-given horizon and all the gifts there are to enjoy on it! Never again. I want to help. Would you help too?
Thanks to Paula Kahumbu, who gave us that talk and showed us
that movie at the museum recently, and to Firoz Dharani for persuading me to come.
Right now elephants are dying at the rate of about three a day from slaughter. The ivory is valued at about USD8,000 per kilo and is taken to China in a 'diplomatic bag'. There it is turned into ornaments, works of art and objects of worship (god of Happiness, god of Wealth, god of [something innocuous which they are really superstitious about in China].
that the last elephant who will be slaughtered [with relish?] guts
and little pieces of head flying off, blood spewing all over the place, should be named
Budha. Some people may not like this. There are more links on Twitter
. I am more serious about these exemplary creatures than I am about 'Man' right now.