Saturday, March 07, 2009

Hear The Prophet Speak!

You have sinned against the hills.
You have sinned against that which is holy.
You have desecrated the meadows
and soiled the high altars of the wild folk.
What was free, and wild, and holy,
you have placed your footprint upon,
as if in so doing you could bless it,
and have torn down the homes of the fair folk,
turning them out homeless
into barren landscapes where giants dwell.
Invaders, colonizers, seekers of profit observing no limits!
You have sinned against the hills and valleys.
You have sinned against that which is holy, and
Fools, robbed yourself of precious riches!
Fools, who melt down a treasure-hoard
of precious gifts and crafts
to pay moneylenders and loansharks!
Made yourself poor while pretending to be rich!
Laid your wretched, alien houses on beautiful pastures,
and littered the landscape with your trash,
closing up open spaces.
Closing up.
Closing up.
You have sinned against the hills and valleys.
You have sinned against that which is holy,
but some still hear the spirits in the wind,
the wights in the water,
folk in the land,
and they have very
particular
requirements
for holy habitation, if
humans are to share the land with luck,
and we are not listening.
Near to none of us are listening.
Do not doubt the fair folk are there,
Eye-witnesses to our sin,
Ready to testify in spectral courts
where luck is decided and distributed.
If the full holiness of the landscape does not touch you,
How have you made it fled?
What will you do, where will you speak, to defend it?
and how will you welcome it back?
You have sinned against the hills and valleys.
You have sinned against that which is holy.
Repent. Transform your mind and heart.
Return to the fullness of land's wholeness;
then you will experience magic without reckon.

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