What is the state of our world’s conscience when we tolerate the systematic murder of sentient beings and empower the industries that profit from such atrocity?
The evolution of consciousness is the critical mandate for humanity and the time is NOW. It is evident that our species has evolved when the inhumane suffering of the nonhuman species by the hands of “humanity” is still a reality. The murder of any life is morally indefensible and a violation of the spirit at its core. Tears have the same meaning in any language.
The question is not, ‘Can they reason?’ nor ‘Can they talk?’ but ‘Can they suffer?’ – Jeremy Bentham
Every year, billions of animals around the globe are systematically enslaved, tortured and killed in the name of greed. Their inalienable right to life is the greatest social justice issue of our time and is, in fact, a ‘soul’ issue perpetuated by an egocentric society devoid of spiritual conscience. All living beings feel and suffer the same. There is no separation except in society’s state of “disconnect” driven by the ego that perceives the villosity of skin with a disparate separateness and perception of inequality.
Does our desire for self-aggrandizement outweigh human compassion and empathy?
What is the price an innocent animal must pay for the sake of vanity and greed?
The nonhuman species endures unimaginable suffering and horrific death behind the veil of “industry” – their cries for mercy unheard. We have the power to stop these atrocities by embracing the values of reverence and compassion for all living beings on our planet.
A cognitive shift in perception will transform society’s behavior from one of ‘separation’ to ‘connection’: the quintessential turning point in the epiphany of the collective consciousness, and, in turn, evolve society to make conscious and compassionate choices. Any lesser remedy is akin to applying a bandage to a severed limb. Until we heal the source of harm, the disease will prevail.
VOICE OF THE VOICELESS
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I am the Voice of the Voiceless
Through me the dumb shall speak
Till the world’s deaf ear be made to hear
The wrongs of the wordless weak
Oh shame on the mothers of mortals
Who do not stoop to teach
The sorrow that lies in dear dumb eyes
The sorrow that has no speech
From street, from cage, from kennel
From stable and from zoo
The wall of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail
But I am my brother’s keeper
And I shall fight their fight
And speak the word for beast and bird
Till the world shall set things right.