I will use Repello Muggletum (the Muggle-Repelling Charm) and will also call out Protego Totalum (protective spell) around the two large trees still left standing near the road. The rest are gone, massacred. And now I have the view out my front window of what appears to be either a football field or airplane landing strip. I’m not sure which.
The ‘once-was’ forest across the highway now looks horrible and causes pain in my body when I glance out. When the bulldozer and that other earth mover machine (the one that has the long arm with teeth at the end) come near those two trees left standing, I carry on within my mind and heart, “No, no please, not those!”
I will now use the muggle repelling charm. It has worked for a few other unmentionable protective needs and with all the Potter fans lending their energy to those thought forms, why not use them?
And why didn’t I think of that before this morning? Overcome with the shock and awe of it all I guess. We live in the Pisgah National Forest, don’t we? I want to scream those words out to the muggle neighbors. Why, why, why?
The view out my front window is changing drastically day-by-day and I pray that by the end of next week they will be done with whatever that lord over the land intends. So many trees died this past week, such sorrow. Maybe today will be the end, the last day and the earth destroying machines will go away. What about the deer? Their path goes through there. They will be out in plain sight there now. How many animal homes have been thoughtlessly destroyed this past week?
I’ve never seen such disregard for the sacredness of nature from people born and raised in the Appalachian mountains! Of all people, outsiders like me (born off the mountain–commonly refered to by locals as being “from OFF”) don’t understand how people raised on the mountain have such dislike for trees. It is the local mountain people who like their lawns manicured and free of trees like Floridians who love the golf course look on their property. The old guys up here love to get on their riding lawn mower tractors and atop their land–trees get in the way of that past time.
What are they doing across the highway? Will it be an air strip or a football field? Perhaps a golf course? Oh, pray not! Yet, a few transplanted Floridians actually did that up here near the entrance to the Blue Ridge Parkway. Can you imagine? No, don’t! Imagination is too powerful. Forget that.
Lots of folks up here clearcut the trees—nothing is uglier. Who, in their right mind, would rather stand in the middle of a recent clearcut field as opposed to the middle of a large oak/maple/poplar forest?
But these aren’t ordinary muggles… they’re Appalachian Muggles after all and so that makes my point exactly—the point about right mind I mean.
But then who’s to say which mind is right? Mine or theirs? What is sacred to me and what I find reverence for is merely something to be mastered and lorded over and destroyed at will by them. “Look how I have changed the land and how powerful a lord I am to have hired Bulldozer Bob and his friends to rid the land of trees”, they say. And they feel about the same way about the animals. The first deer killed during deer shooting season is featured on the front page of the local newspaper with the animal hanging over and around the killer’s neck–the bigger the antlers, the more powerful the hunter and if the local paper can find a youngster who made the first kill, all the better for the front page. It sickens my heart and I try not to think about it, and I usually don’t like to “go there”, but I am blogging out to cyberspace to ask for your help to save those few trees. Just reading this and feeling in alignment with my thoughts is all that’s needed. Thoughts are powerful. Spells and charms and incantations are simply thoughts. And the more that gather together for one cause, the more power it adds to the thought intention. So this is why I’m blogging about it today–I’m not just venting or beee-atching to play with my ego.
What I know about the Appalachian folks here is that they do not pay land tax on those acres that their ancestors stole from the Cherokee if they plant Christmas trees or some type of crop on the land. It’s always about money and power over or lord-ing over, isn’t it?
Fine. I am calling out to the universe for protection for those two trees by the road that I’ve become so accustomed to looking out at. Yesterday, I was talking to a friend on the phone and one tree nearby started to rock and momentarily I forgot about the carnage creators across the road. Then I realized I was watching another tree come down—another friend leaving, as if waving goodbye. And I ran off to the den where I could not look. I will miss all of them, trees are my friends. But these last two I hope to save.
Please if you read this help me to energize my protective charms, spells, thoughts and prayers for those two last trees?
Stay away from them you clearcutting deforesting muggles! Repello Muggletum!!!!! Protego Totalum!!!!! Stay away from them you Horcruxes!!!!! Repello, Repello, Repello!!!
Salvio hexia Repello Muggletum!!!!! Keep away from those last trees!!
Salvio hexia Repello Muggletum!!!!! Protego Totalum!!!!!! Expecto Patronum!!!!!!