Paradise
Lost
Seemorerocks
Tonight I feel depressed and dispirited and in considerable grief
After working on this blog, I
go out to the farm to clear my head from all the shit that's
happening and to visit our horses. It is usually a wonderful
antidote even though I am no longer able to ride over the land as I used to.
Except
now, the engineer who owns the farm has planted going into a drought,
dug up the land and made the place look like an engineer's playground
by filling it with tractors, front wheel loaders etc.
But,
the worst of it is he has destroyed what a few weeks ago was a living
stream and turned it into a wasteland by spraying the bank with what I take to be Roundup herbicide.
Just a few weeks ago this
was a bank with lots of wonderful edibles where our horses loved to
graze, including water cress and willow, getting all sorts of minerals and goodness.
Now,
it is dead.
I can't even begin to think what this has done to the soil and to the ecosystem, as well as to protect the bank of the stream in the time of a drought that does not show any signs of abating.
I can't even begin to think what this has done to the soil and to the ecosystem, as well as to protect the bank of the stream in the time of a drought that does not show any signs of abating.
This
does my head in and am reminded of everything that is being done to
the planet - like poisoning the waterways with fracking waste in the
midst of a drought, extracting water for bottling, or increasing the
deforestation of the Amazon.
Look at the comparison. Both these photos were taken from the same bridge - the first in late October, when Guy McPherson visited. That die-off is from spraying with herbicide.
This was, just a few weeks ago a vibrant, stream, now destroyed by an act of vandalism
All the wonderful plants that fed our horses and protected the bank of the stream in time of drought has gone/
People like Mr. Engineer on the farm remind me of the insanity of our
species. That's after having to cope with the roadworks and other
shit going on on a country road to get there.
What was something that was somewhat one step removed is now a constant kick in the guts.
What was something that was somewhat one step removed is now a constant kick in the guts.
Beam
me up Scotty!
P.S. To see what it was that kept bringing me out see this -
P.S. To see what it was that kept bringing me out see this -
I'm sorry to hear this. It's very sad. I empathise. The madness is everywhere. It's an attitude that pervades. We are the scourge of this planet. And let's not forget 99.9999% of the planet who are non-human who have to endure our speciesism, our destruction, and being viewed and used as property. We will go extinct before we make it to being a vegan planet and that's very sad to me. But then there will come a time when the planet will be in peace, because it will never have to see the likes of our species again.
ReplyDeleteCan only try to imagine how discouraging this is to you, Robin.
ReplyDelete"The burden of awareness" is quite heavy in today's world.
It understandably became too heavy for Mike Rupert.
Please don't allow it to become so for you.
People sometimes ask how I manage to get out
of bed, given the dark outlook reality offers.
It's such a fascinating, riveting time and
I have to see how it turns out. Besides,
as much as everything is crumbling, the
consequences are only trickling down. For now.
I saw a special on Chernobyl last night on PBS, and the shots were the opposite of yours. The before was devastation, but a generation later, nature is reclaiming her own. The nuclear plant straddled Ukraine and Belorussia, and as man rains bombs down on his own species, Nature quietly reasserts and rebuilds. The sadness we feel isn't for nature, perhaps, but for the mirror nature provides in reflecting the utter emptiness and despair in our own hearts created by giving over our humanity to a callous all-consuming Greed. I hope you know that what you do is important, as was what Mike Ruppert was doing. So please take heart, vandalism on the scale we're witnessing is mind-numbing, but you have the courage to feel, and courage always extracts a price. Thank you for loving in the midst of such desecration of what you hold dear. You are not alone.
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