One of the most hunted animals on the planet, the pangolin is killed, eaten and used in so-called medicine. Medicine is in the animal’s spirit, not in its body. to eat or kill such a beautiful animal only marks a sign of immaturity and spiritual sickness, not to mention evil hatred. The pangolin is on the brink of extinction. We simply cannot let this happen.
To The People Who Use Animals As Medicine
Animals used for Asian medicines number in the thousands, I cannot think of anything else that will kill you quicker than using these so-called medicines.
The spirit of the animal becomes negative if used this way, tuning into an animal’s spirit and asking for their help spiritually, physically and emotionally is the way you use animals as medicine. The karma attached to such barbaric and cruel practices is huge and something that should be thought about before you make the damnedest decision of your life.
Saving The Pangolin Poem
Seeking refuge here long ago
I’m too from another world
I’ve learned to live here under stress and duress
I thank the many who strive to help
Coming here making Earth our home
was not a decision taken lightly
I’m Pangolin my home from many moons ago
is no longer, here I’m with you
Sharing my love and peace of character
There is wisdom in my walk
some may see it, some may not
When I walk, I share a story of a thousand lifetimes
Please just sit with me
I will talk my walk
Sharing the cosmos’ secrets with you
I’m Pangolin medicine
wisdom from another land
And I hear you call my name
I bring peace, love, affection, and healing
Watch me walk you’ll see
the magic that lives inside of me
When you’re ready to talk
not hunt or kill
My walk will be over to greet you.
© as channelled by psychic medium Ian Scott.
Animals Poems Warrior Cat
” Look she’s sleeping again “
A cat’s wisdom is not to tell
A cat has a belief we will see things,
clearly in the end.
So a special treat
a cat’s thoughts on sleep
” I’m not sleeping at all “
I’m in relaxation,
Some may say a state of meditation
I have places to go
other cat’s to see,
and children to protect,
I do this best when you think I’m asleep
With my eyes closed
I’m in another dimension,
not too far from yours,
just a little left in the subsection
So you see I’m not sleeping
I’m looking after you,
protecting, exploring together
knowing forever
The astral world
is where I do my work,
and for that, I have to be asleep
I’m your warrior cat
with a friend named Bat
together we protect you,
when night falls
© by psychic medium Ian Scott
Animals Voice A Dying Breed
We seem to be losing an exquisite system,
an endless list almost nonexistent.
The animal kingdom, the epoch of nature,
the very essence of life on earth.
The resistance growing weary
a resilience all but drained of spirit.
On the verge of extinction, our brothers and sisters lay,
voiceless we cannot say.
The cry we hear has been only for ourselves,
too selfish to notice anything else.
The seas and bodies of water echo with sadness,
the whales, sharks, dolphins, fish, and microorganisms,
the deeply hidden creatures of old sing out,
ringing a final warning bell.
The forests, bushlands, and the plains mutter prayers
with a hollowing growl, the jungles shuffling and rumbling
with there hearts out begging for our recklessness to end.
The lions, tigers, wolves and bears, gnarl in pain,
and the critters, the monkeys and apes slew without care.
The very wildlife we proclaim to protect
lays bare at our doorstep whispering to the gods.
The sky once strewn in colour is motionless
and bears the songs of life filtered in the air.
The birds, bugs, bees, butterflies
and winged brethren losing breath, suffocating in despair
Singing only to the few left with enough soul to hear
the painful tune of a dying breed.
Greed leaving barren the once abundant polar caps,
deserted and abandoned in warming lairs.
The penguins and seals, fish and polar bears
wearing thin losing skin, and what do we think?
Without these creatures, we cease to exist,
our spirits disconnect from the very core of our being.
It’s a must we love all our nature
to choose one life over another would go against my nature.
To hold one more valuable than another
hurts my soul and I stand here today to ask,
we reach out for all as one or watch it all fall as none.
Is one more worthy than the other?
I take this time and place as my chance
to speak for the voiceless the dulled outcries
the silence with selfish lies even the trees and plants
emanate a pulse in colour now drenched in blood.
I hear their whispers and my heart bleeds
there its a shame to know of this pain
of the slain, innocent killed in vain.
So I came up with a notion of a token of love
for all that is sacred to rid us of this hatred
we must take it as a call for help we must stand up.
United for all not just ourselves or continue to sit on the shelf
while our empty beliefs systematically fail at the hands of self.
Join me in this fight for what is right, a plight for our feathered,
furry, scaly, water-bound, and winged souls left alone in strife.
We can save our brothers and sisters
if we are willing to put ourselves outta sight just for a moment in time.
Please heed my plea and let’s do what’s needed.