Write to Recover is an approved therapy called Bibliotherapy. It is used on people with Eating Disorders, PTSD, Depression and other illnesses. They are prescribed relevant material such as certain poems, novels and encouraged to write to find their inner being. Poetry as a form of healing dates back to Egyptian times in the 4th Millennium BC. Shamans used to write words on bits of papyrus and get their patients to swallow the words on them for the most speedy effective result.
In Roman times -A greek Born physician called Soranus of Ephesus was employed to come to live in Rome (in the 1st century AD) – to treat people with mania and melancholy with words.
The word Mania originates from the Grecians. Melancholia is can be interpreted as meaning ‘black’, bile or gall. Whilst Mania is was broken down into two words Ania- is interpreted as severe mental anguish and the word Manos is attributed as meaning a relaxed state or an extreme preoccupation of the mind and soul. Soranus was the first person on historic record to suggest that mental illness of melancholia and Mania were separate independant entities – it makes sense to understand why in later years Bipolar was referred to as ‘Manic Depression. It is documented Soranus, treated people with Mania by prescribing Tragedies to read and conversely prescribed those displaying a melancholic temperament with Comic works.
During the American civil war- American poet, Walt Whitman, used poetry recitations to treat the wounded before Morphine became the popular choice for pain relief. The humanitarian poet ( author of ‘Leaves of Grass’) also wrote a poem about his experience as a nurse on the battlefields of the American Civil War,
Thus in silence, in dream’s projections,
Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals;
The hurt and the wounded I pacify with soothing hand,
I sit by the restless all the dark night — some are so young;
Some suffer so much — I recall the experience sweet and sad;
(Many a soldier’s loving arms about this neck have cross’d and rested,
Many a soldier’s kiss dwells on these bearded lips.)
Walt Whitman, “The Dresser” (1867, later titled “The Wound-Dresser”)
In modern times Poetry therapy is used to help people express themselves through self-reflection. So,the saying, ‘Words Matter’ – indeed do matter and have a powerful effect on our emotions and cognitive faculties.
Poets such as Alan Watts, Walt Whitman, William Wordsmith and Antonin Artaud works are prescribed to patients as an alternative form of therapy.
An article was written by, Igor Goldkind, called ‘Towards an Uncommon Sense: the Practice of Poetry Therapy goes into greater detail of the breakdown of the three types of the most common approaches used to help people with Mental Health issues.
Towards an Uncommon Sense: the Practice of Poetry Therapy, Igor Goldkind
I identify as a humanitarian, I’m currently doing my TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) training. I think I have found my new calling. Perhaps my next career move will be to do training to become a poetry therapist.
So, I will carry on with my ‘Write to Recover’ posts because I benefit from using this creative outlet to consolidate my Emotions and feel energised and purged from the unravelled thoughts I have in one day. My thoughts have a way of discombobulating my emotions and I become ruled by my emotions and thoughts that are not necessarily based on evidence and truth. I have made an ambitious start at using self-therapy DBT (Dialectical Behaviour Therapy)to practice emotions distress tolerance, Wise mind and many other techniques to have more moments of Emotional Wellbeing than non.
I’ve downloaded many helpful apps to help me stay focused -The DBT therapy app, Happily, The recovery app because I do live in my head a lot. Perhaps too much and too often. and in the past when I have been unwell with my Bipolar, Chronic Anorexia and Emotional Unstable Personality Disorder.
Please, can the word labellers of the world reclassify the title of this illness because I hate the Stigma and connotations conjured by the term EUPD?
A post for another day…
I’ve also begun to throw myself into reading and educating myself across the entire spectrum of the Humanity & Arts subjects- Music, I have a Music blog, Photography, Art and reading up about different philosophers -all the subjects I have a great passion for and I never thought I was intelligent enough to grasp.
Reading back on these words,I find this tragic to put myself down to the point I feel that I am not like “normal” people who can enjoy these subjects and write about them (with a degree of credibility).
Momentarily I shall blow my own trumpet to state that I have a post-graduate certificate on the humanities I worked my booty off and received high merit. I received high merit towards my first year studying my MA degree in Advanced Creative Writing focusing on stage scripts! Writing about themes I want to shine a lot on – Homelessness, eradicating the stigma attached to mental illness.
Morality plays covering historical themes- the Russian revolution being a prime example.
I am compelled to volunteer my time in my community on the therapeutic benefits of creative self-expression and the connection with Mental wellbeing being. I have done this in the past. I’ve stood in front of Social workers, schools, NHS workers doing Anti -Stigma Workshops. Co-producing them. I don’t want chuffing letters after my name. I don’t want fame. I loathe it. I’ve been asked many times what it feels like to have so much insight into my mental health issues and “suffer” from them. Sometimes, I scream in frustration, I choose Ignorance!
Perhaps this is the reason why I’ve sought out “bliss” by self-medicating or trying to take my life because I have two live in my head.
I will wrap this post up by affirming my saying
Write to Recover or die to live the day of another
*poem inspired by making a word cloud of words I associate with nature*
Greed begets Intelligence
Animals rapidly become extinct
Beliefs about climate change
Ignorance – our children blame the seasons.
A pregnant pause, enlightenment shakes its head in disbelief.
Woe, our animals
Woe, our children
Woe, nature has become the beast.
Mortality balances out death
A rebirth of natural feelings causes us to sigh with our grief.
Oh, how to let the sunlight in?
Oh, how to bear these storms?
Oh, how to see the silver lining when mist obscures all common sense?
Oh, how will we learn to embrace the purity of snow,
When does our fatal flaw refuse to allow mother nature to get her way?
Tell me what you want to know.
Rainy days included, storms do pass
Under the bridge the homeless huddle around a fire trying not to cause too much trouble.
Together their eyes vacant, some stumble some stutter.
Hoping society will give them a second glance, a second chance.
*Apologies for the long preamble. I have so much respect for many people /bloggers – people who have never met me. Read my words. I read theirs and I grew as a person by becoming part of a community. I believed kt thrives on communication, collaborating, engaging with others. I stopped reading other peoples blogs for 3 years I have felt anything but human. *
These are simple words about a complex subject.
This is a long-overdue post that I’m not just copying and pasting it. I am embracing the power of human gesture and I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t pass this on to someone and all the coincidence will turn into moments of synchronicity.
Patty helped me (via email with messages and ideas to give me support ) and she genuinely wanted me to be as well as I could and can be.
I’ve just found a rough draft that explains what the token of humanity is, my intentions were good, for sure.
At that time I was in a shockingly wrong & degrading mental & emotional state. Clearly, on the wrong blog too. Haha!
Apologies for taking so long to pass on the token of humanity.
It’s taken me a very long time to know what my writing “niche ” is like I have to choose one thing. Who said I had to choose one thing I’m passionate about and can only write about and be successful by my standards in multiple creative outlets. For the record, I draw stick figures. I would rock an abstract painting into an explosion of rich reds, greens, ambers, browns -maybe purple. I had the idea that my chosen creative outlets need to ground me too. I can’t always be high or euphoric when I’m doing good. I need to honour my humanity and fight through every dark day.
I always say how blessed I am, and then do strange behaviours like trying to take my life, hurting myself and my family. A token of something if giving someone else hope in another moment, another day or even another person. I know this because I am this person receiving this gesture to carry on with what makes a smile.
I’m scared of failing and now I have people to keep me busy I’m beginning to think I am a novice human being.
I’m not going to give up living my life and being a good soul who enjoys mixing with people who also want to spread happiness and inspiration into other peoples lives if only for one poem, or one post or one painting or one DJ set, one album, and the list goes on.
My Life, my values, passions and even my choice of my studies are proof that I am a true heart wearing humanitarian and I write for and about humanity and the beauty and culture I see in humans. We’re not all monsters yet.
I admire Dreampack and writers and humanitarian organisations who remind me that we have the ability to do something. Sometimes we can get too wrapped up in our own life shit.
It strikes me as ridiculous that it’s taken so long to know where my energy and where the focus of my writing and the kind of people I want to get know. I mean I’m not bigging myself up but I have a piece of headed paper with my name and letters after saying I am a pOST (haha) graduate in the humanities & still looking at the work I have done and How I feel I thrive when I’m fulfilling my piece of paper to prove that I can’t hide from myself any longer, help others then pretend that I have it all figured out. I don’t.
I’m grateful to the people I’ve met here and on social media and in real life who have unknowingly given the courage to carry on with not doing 1 thing. I had a long chat with a very talented. spoken word performance artist on Zoom ( we chatted for 3 hours) and he explained that he is not a fan of silly labels.
He refuses to let himself, his doubts, his family society, his emotions ranging from heartbreak o anger to rage to love to insert emotion here. I’m glad I recovered 3 hours of a very informal and fun interview on zoom. I’m honoured to have had the chance for him to tell me his story, share his words and encourage me (without me telling him0 that I could be well and stay well and still get high on what I love to do. No one can take away what I was born to do. Unlesss they cit all my fingers and toes off but then I wouldn’t keep quiet. I would continue to express myself and validate myself as much as ai validate and believe e in people when they are going through shit. Express me so that I can be happy, feel human, feel piece and not apologise to people who don’t deserve my energy.
My energy is better-served typing and spreading the essence and the energy and power that the token of humanity means.
It isn’t a way to get more follower/fans/glory in my opinion. It’s way to reconnect with the right people and keep connecting with people who Bring out this side of me.
I will feel I have helped others in their dark moments when these same people I communicate with when their sky looks full of soggy, soggy wet, grey clouds drenched droplets of more doubt
I can say it to my people: it will pass because that is what they tell me. I might mot believe but eventually, I thank them or hug them.
Life can be a shit storm. I stopped reaching out to our community because I had lost hope in the one outlet that doesn’t destroy me. What my creative outlets are given more writing to do. \I’m terrified I have3 hours of material to write what I’ve called the wordsmith feature- Andrew.
I want my words and what I felt from our conversation and exchanging of ideas – I want to give his words, time and talent justice. I want his story to encourage people, inspire hope.
I have another feature I’ve been dipping in and out of and perhaps I have; be clear about what I want to get across the doc features on people who choose to keep focused on their with creative outlets. I want to promote the gift that creativity can do to still the mind and to heal if you are patient, kind to yourself and others and willing.
So I’m overwhelmed and terrified of I screw up 6 GMAGS feature because I respect the effort and passion he has for his creative outlets. I respect he has and is willing to talk about the uglier moments of life that have led to the awesome moments – that may not have happened if he didn’t. I’m working with 6 Mag to work out a feature.
If you want to hear some of there older material
My final token of humanity is one I’m terrified of. screwing up because the man is a genius, elusive. He first turned me down for a feature saying he does not speak good English to do feature interview. and I persisted and wrote in very bad french -not giving up the chance he may change his mind and I’m not going to give up because every song I’ve listened so far and the small communication we have had or stuff he shared with me led me to discover an artist that blew MY mind. I encourage everyone to On the music and listen to her sport, the fusion, the soul; her energy. She embodies the soul and humanity.
read about her story here.
The Token of Humanity, brought to you by Humanity Lives On and Dreampack, is aimed at creating awareness on the impact of what an act of humanity could carry not only towards the life of another but your own as well.
It is in dedication to bringing knowledge that by surfacing compassion, spreading kindness and caring for what surrounds one’s environment is what acts as breath for your soul to live on in this world.
Without souls, we are just a mind that gets busy over-thinking about a lot of ongoing relating to oneself, a body that on parallel terms goes by what our instincts asks us to and a heart that beats in silence.
Bring our Soul Back to Life
Every week, we will pass on this Token of Humanity to those, no matter their circumstances, contribute to reviving Humanity. With utmost appreciation the first three Beautiful Souls we selected:
Natasha -Daisy into willows
Brooke – The Utopia Universe
true love insatiety.
Two lovers with no fixed abode.
Pariahs to a culture in the quest for a monetary load.
Shelter over head versus security locked on the inside.
Freedom in exploring lovers to expel,
outcasts have rights to claim base to a premise.
Allow Emotion necessary feeds.
Inconceivable,two teens choose homelessness!
Increasing sorrow into the hearts of a young generations bliss?
The fault is not with those who choose companionship.
The system fails us all.
Digits in Information Data protected code.
Silicon domain ship drives the latex whip.
Norms of society don’t make for a decent person.
Laws in place to follow obediently -can’t find a pulse – humanity is cursing.
No religious books needed to teach us how to know right from wrong.
Morals are instinctive-passed down a DNA cell telethon.
Spirituality and science
is empathy responding in defiance.
Scrutinise the tramps
for he who makes not a wage sufficient to put in our governments’ banks.
Gleam citizens of society!
Feed your families by working for a legal, unethical corporation.
Where will you take your possessions when nature sheds a hernia?
Blood bank Sponsorship in need of a different type of currency.
we have lost.
Not long until we see all genders in mass hysterization.
Followers, likes, tags, social status
War on the photoshop Generation
insert a sultry slavering pavlova condition.
wear the no makeup look – wear less makeup.
no need for a two-hour trial and a tutorial book.
A means to an end.
Look at how we teach our children to defend
for one day we must die.
How can we continue to justify how we live life?
living in hope of being upgraded by united airlines,
feet up in the sky
‘on the high’.
Cats sleep a lot, don’t they?
I read somewhere they sleep for like 17-18 hours a day.
What could possibly be going on that they need that amount of sleep to function?
Oh if karma lets me have my way please can I come back as my Tatiana?
This is going to be a short post. I am exhausted but I ain’t no quitter so today I’m linking my love of quotes/idioms/proverbs with zee challenge.
“Let sleeping dogs lie”
Sounds like someone had a bit of forethought and common sense when this idiom sprung up.
I think it actually goes back to Biblical times..
That being said, the Book of Proverbs (26:17) says:
He that passes by, and meddles with strife belonging not to him, is like one that takes a dog by the ears.
In other words, the saying “let sleeping dogs lie” has its roots in the Christian Bible.
So what does it mean?
I thought it meant to let things go- don’t hold on to any negative shit.
Turns out I am half right and half wrong.
What it really means is don’t stick your oar in.
Don’t rattle the coffin when there is no need to.
In other words,
Don’t be a fucking trouble maker or all you will get from me and others is a spoon for Christmas.
Leave the pot alone.
I’m going to catch me an early night *yawning*
So want to read some of my books. I have the bed all to myself tonight.
Well, for a bit. My better half is off to his mates house to celebrate a quiet birthday.
So I am going to take the chance to kick back. It’s been a busy day.
I think our earthling friends give brilliant advice. Us humans need to pay more attention.
so -thanks for the tip, Tatiana.
I shall go out of my way to re-enact this wise, firstborn child of mines “chill philosophy “the best that I can.
can’t let my earthling friends down. Not now when I am needed most. 😀
See you next week
The most mesmerizing mammals in the ocean.
How can they look so graceful with such weight and force on and in them?
Natures greatest genetic, makeup, beauty trick.
I don’t know if you have heard that Whales too are being driven to extinction.
Here is three reasons why.
(Finally catching up with this challenge)
# SHIP COLLISIONS
Whales including Pregnant whales migrate in the winter from the Atlantic ocean and have to pass some of the busiest port docks in the world -two being New York and the Chesapeake Bay. Females rather than males usually get hit and end up dead.
Is there a solution?
Obama Administration Praised for Slowing Down Ships, Protecting Endangered Whales from Deadly Strikes
#ENTANGLEMENT OF THE WRONG KIND
Commercial fishing nets to trap crabs and all types of marine life are the second cause of death in Right Whales. When they become entangled they can drown or if they manage to escape they are usually wounded. They end up dying from starvation or infection from the nets hooked into their skin. This goes back to the first highest cause of whale death, chronic entanglement usually ends to ships colliding with whales again.
Read the story of CHURCHILL THE TRAGIC WHALE who in spite of many attempts to disentangle him from fishing nets. He ended up dying a drawn-out and painful death by infection.
“On Sept. 16, 2001, the team stopped receiving satellite signals. Somewhere off the New Jersey coast, Churchill slipped beneath the waves for the last time.”
The Humane Society of the United States sued the American government to address the heavier fishing lines and marine marker buoys that kill so many of these lovely mammals.
Did you know that whales only start getting pregnant and giving birth in their teens?
Did you know that they only have one baby/ calf every 3-5 years?
How is climate change affecting the growing population of whales? warmer waters mean it is harder for whales to find food.
We all know that in order for life to thrive and grow, it needs to be nourished from the inside. A pregnant whale losing weight is not a great place for a baby to grow.
What is being done?
The humane society in the U.S.A. has sued the government to make sure that Right Whales have more area and living space ( critical habitat) to survive.
Designated zones that protect whales from as little interaction from humans and pollution are the key to helping the whale population succeed and have as fair a chance as possible to survive.
TIME IS RUNNING OUT.
Do you bit
check out SAVE THE WHALES WEBSITE
I’ve been looking forward to this letter. T is awesome becasue I get to tell you all about my firstborn, Bengal- Tatiana .Or Miss Tatiana as she is known in the family.
I’ve always had cats as family when I was growing up. I moved into a new home in 2009, started uni, again, straight out of another Eating Disorder clinic. I couldn’t take my Mocha with me to my new home.
Mocha was a black oriental Siamese my Uncle bought me for my 15th birthday in South Africa. She grew up with my Mom’s lilac point Siamese ,Lilac ( lee-lah) .. They came everywhere with us -no matter where moved to -South Africa,France, Miami and the U.K.
It would have been cruel to separate the two mates so I spent a long time researching breeders because I had read up about Bengals and how affectionate and playful and smart they were .I was lonely and manic -not taking my medication.
I came across what I can now look back on as a not legitimate breeder that were selling kittens and adults at a price cheaper than other breeders. It took ‘ two taxis and two trains to get to this town.
I told my Ma I was setting off to get Miss Tatiana. It was would have been close to midnight by the time I met her. My Ma knew I was hyper and she ended up coming with me to make sure I didn’t do anything else crazy.
I got to the breeder and it was clean but for whatever reason they must of being doing something illegal as they were very quick to drop the argument we started having when she tried to sell me an adult cat. I demanded to see the kittens and I saw one kitten ,so tiny, only 7 weeks. I picked her up.
She jumped out of my arms and bumped her nose, she was bleeding. I was crying. My ma and the breeder tried to calm me down. I knew straight away that Miss Tatiana was coming back home with me.
She spent the first few years with all my attention on her. I would take her everywhere with me. Any place that someone said I could. I would. She didn’t like any men I brought home. She would wait until she saw a big toe sticking out the bedspread and she would attack my potential/short lived boyfriends.
I found it hysterical. I know. -a total crazy cat lady. Bengals play hard and they draw blood. She has massacred my arms over the years.
I feel so bad for what I put her through with my ex. She used to growl at him. She wouldn’t leave my side. One night he left her out ( he denies this), I tried to find her everywhere, I heard her mewing and found her on the other side of the wall,lost and full of blood, by a wild patch of trees and these scratchy plants and woody area. I don’t know what you call it but I was in such a state and so was she.
When I was addicted to laxatives she would keep me company in the bathroom while I purged myself – me almost always in agony. I was taking 100 laxatives a day up until 2009.
She loves to pretend my arm is a tree and she lazes on it like some jungle cat lazing on a branch and if I dare move -I get bit.
I have a high pain tolerance threshold so we must be a perfect match 😀
When my Bella Bee was born Tatiana didn’t know what to make of her. She became very jealous. Then with all the drama with my ex and my increasingly poor mental health –that night happened and the ex accused me of shaking my 12-week old daughter on the 13th December 2011. I didn’t for the record.
The 16-month battle to get my daughter back out of foster care meant Tatiana had me all to herself again.
When the ex finally walked away with his tail between his legs and social services could see I could look after my daughter on my own -full time. The care order was lifted- my 12-week old daughter who I was only allowed to visit for 10 hours a week was suddenly a 16-month-old toddler living back at home- full time. I had a lot of catching up to do and learn how to be a full-time Mom.I guess I neglected Tatiana for a bit. I emotionally neglected her. I had to,
For a full year and a half Tatiana started weeing near the sofa . It got so bad me and my hubby to be started arguing. It put a lot of strain on the relationship. We spent hundreds of pounds trying to solve the problem.
I started giving her more attention but it was hard to always want to be loving because she was peeing everywhere. She even pissed on the kitchen counter a few times. She went from sleeping with us and being best buds with my partner, to hating him and running away from him and even me.
I couldn’t give her up. I couldn’t bare to.
G knew I would never give her up so he stuck by me and we worked on trying to sort out Tat’s behaviour.
She was spending her evenings and times we went out in the kitchen or outside. It was not an ideal situation but what more could we do?
I finally had to seriously think about her happiness and I thought maybe she would be happier in another home. My G came up with an idea to close the living room door at night so she couldn’t go and wee there at night.
IT WORKED! She has never done her business upstairs and I think she liked this set up because she wasn’t harassed by me or usually my partner to wake her from her slumber in my daughters bed,and to be put in the special basket we had made for her in the kitchen.
Tatiana has finally forgiven me. We have a routine in the morning where I play with her while I make the bed and she spends more time with me.
Sometimes she even sleeps with me. She hates to be ignored so if we have been out or she has, she usually has lots to tell us and I stop what I am doing and give her my time.
I finally have both my babies back. She has a love -hate relationship with Bella Bee but I think she is coming round to the idea the even though she hates being read to by my Bella or be harassed for a RSVP to some tea party my Bella Bee has arranged ,she kind of likes the cuddles she gets from her.
She has once again become my friend in the bathroom – especially when I have a bath. She loves water. I’ve caught her wading in a pouring bath tub on many occasions.
I wish I had done more research on how to look after her kind before. I did what so many other people do. Fall in love with her beauty and I didn’t swot up on what her kind of breed needed to feel 100% loved and secured.
I’ve learnt my lesson. The main point is we are a family again and the story has a happy ending.
I’m that monster tonight.
Hate arguing with people. Hate delays and just not getting what I want done..
I really need to engage my brain before I speak at times. I just get so damn fucked off when it’s always ………..
I don’ even want to write.
The scary monster is a flower and is me.
I know for a fact I can’t get any enjoyment out of reading blogs or blogging in an
irate pissed off mood.
It”s Friday. Wahey! slight sarcasm. I hate this side to me.
Face down in the palm of my hands , giving my head a shake…
All the monster wants to do is cuss and curse and vilify.
Writing will serve no further purpose but to feast the beast – all it screams is
SEYMOUR DAISY , FEED ME” – -( epic 80’s film.btw)
I think I would manage my emotions better if I had a better sound track to go with it.
NO wait an entire musical cast!
Going to lose myself in a book and may watch that Nina Simone doc on Netflix.
I’m pissed off, tired and
I’m sorry but the last thing I want to do is rant on and on and on . I want to say Goodnight Vienna and come back with flower power in most likely more than an hour.
So for now -Good night – have an epic evening -see you on the other side of this mood of mine.
Please donate generously to help in the appeal to eradicate this creature – stop giving him a chance to feature.
Pro scary monster extinction donations are being taken now.
Let me hear you ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
The Lion- King of the animals.
I would like to point out what happens to a lion when a human uses it as a toy. I will use this example of my child’s favourite and retired best friend Mr Lion as evidence and as some kind of metaphor to ponder on.
I would show you a before picture but he is extinct. I’m not joking. The company who I bought ‘Mr Lion’ from have stopped making the one lion my daughter adores. These graphics are disturbing. Please look away now if you hate to see an animal harmed.
HERE IS THE ORIGINAL LION BEFORE THE HUMAN CHILD GOT STARTED MESSING ABOUT WITH HIM
We all read the news, watch it. I’m kind of assuming most of you have heard of Cecil the lion ? A protected Lion who got killed by that dentist –Walter Palmer?
Try and read this without your triggering your rage button
It is legal in most countries to kill a lion or any other animal as long as you have a permit and a licence.
It is legal to lure an animal/ lion like Cecil from his protected home to kill him/her.
It is legal to kill a lion or other animal who has a radio transmitter collar
One lion out of how many?
It is estimated that there are only 30 000 Lions left in the world. I thought there was like a million.
Every other week there is a new picture on social media and in the news of some proud fucked up moron posing with his/her rifle and dead animal prize.
If you had to ask me what my most favourite super power would be right now, I would say voodoo.
So what’s and who is driving this trade of TROPHY KILLING?
“is the leading voice in the fight to protect our freedom to hunt, both in the United States and internationally”
They are the organisation who protect the hunters vital role in hunting rights. They cover up their murdering of millions of animal under the guise of conservation and education.
Full Definition of conservation
1: a careful preservation and protection of something; especially : planned management of a natural resource to prevent exploitation, destruction, or neglect
2: the preservation of a physical quantity during transformations or reactions
S0, their mission statement is based on the idea that people paying to kill animals will under write wild life conservation .
It doesn’t take a lot of using the grey matter in our heads to see that by encouraging people to hunt big animals, like the lion, does nothing but endanger these species.
Look at it this way:
how many points would you get killing a fish?
How many points and kudos would you get killing the king of all animals?
So today my name is Sully(by name and nature) .
My Pa got me into hunting at a young age.I felt a sense of camaraderie .
He introduced me to the SCI and every time I killed I got more and more of a buzz.
The Safari club international is worth billions of dollars. People pay thousands to be a part of this camaraderie to hunt and kill
Sully, see’s an advert on the SCI magazine.
WORLD HUNTING AWARD – kill 250 animal species and you will get this award.
Sully, (me ) thinks – wicked! I’ve already killed over 150 species – 100 more and I will be glorified for it.
I quit my job and dedicate my time to my hobby.
6 months later,
I receive a special ring made of semi precious stones and diamonds. I am given a glitzy event in honour of my name, pictures are taken, hands shook. I’ve become a celebrity in the hunting world. People want to learn my hunting techniques.
I’m now as famous as Walter Palmer. So what if he was struck off the SCI membership list for killing Cecil. He is now a member again because the person that got the rap for killing Cecil was his guide!
Yup, you read that right. Well, it is Zimbabwe where it occurred. Not exactly a country known for their humanness towards even their own people.
I’m impressed. (Sully) – I want to know more about Walter Palmer’s agenda
“What is all this about?”
I hear that their is a new trophy award for killing what is known around the world as the ‘big five’ -all found in South Africa.
Southern white Rhino
Cape town buffalo
I start chatting with another SCI member and I hear about this conference being held in Las Vegas..
I end up going.
I go back home inspired and full of passion. I’ve been given tips on how t o ‘Plan and design’ my trophy room .
I loved the session of ‘my first African safari’ – I’m off to the trophy killing ,safari clothing store to buy my gear.
SULLY ,IS HUNTER (pounds his fist to his chest).
I’m going to kill a lion the exact way Walter killed Cecil. I’m going to get my bow and arrow, aim and shoot, leave him to suffer over night and then in the morning like a boss I am going to kill him.. -Oh and I’m going to cut off his head. I need to make sure that the logistics part of getting his head back home is in place….
What was that taxidermists number that Chris cock- face gave me?
People like the humane animal society have tried to to toughen up laws and permits. They have tried to get hunters to prove that the animals they want to import are already a healthy population of species.
The humane society demanded that people who use money to hunt do so for a reason that serves wild life and true conservation. Although this never happened in Walter Palmers case.
I do applaud airlines like Air France who refuse to import or export a poached animals.
Back to Sully.
Sully is now in Africa. kitted out,ready to “hunt” just for kicks. His cog wheel in his brain starts turning
“I don’t want to hunt some pussy female. I want to fight a male. It’s all about me and my equal. I am a man he is a man – Survival of the fittest. My genes and sperm and livelihood is more important than yours.”
HOW DOES THIS AFFECT THE LIONS ENVIRONMENTAL STRUCTURE?
I, Sully kills the leader of the pack. A new leader is needed pronto. Male cubs fight for the prize ,killing each other to be the number one new king. This does not bode well for the social dynamics of the lions. We have legal and illegal poachers killing our lion and then the pack is forced to turn each other.
It’s kind of a no brainer.
Africa relies on the eco tourism and hunting trade to bring in revenue to the country. The debate is you can’t have both running along side. If all the big, exciting animals are hunted and killed there will be no incentive for people to travel to Africa. All they will need to do is watch a documentary to get the same effect.
So what is the solution?
We can let a few elite hunters pay off African countries under the guise of boosting their economy. This seems like a quick fix .
The solution I am pro for is educate Africa about how eco tourism in the long term can boost the economy for these countries. How will this kind of tourism look like.
Picture a big animal.
and possibly a flash.
Shoot with your camera.
End of story!