INGWAVUMA

INGWAVUMA~The Lion King

photo from the Global White Lion Protection Trust

The White Lions of Timbavati

are wandering through my dreams.

Enlightenment bearers,

beings as old as time's moonbeams,

born under an ancient star that fell to earth,

they carry a message for humankind:

Choose eternal darkness or rebirth.

The shaman says:

"At the end of the world, a white lion

will roar for the last time.

The sun will disappear forever from the sky.

If white lions vanish from the land,

we all will cease to be,"

too late, by then, to begin to wonder why.

Ingwavuma, 

Sun God, captive,

backed against the rock,

trapped, he turned and
stared his hunters down.

He offered humankind a choice:

the Light, or stay forever in the dark,

our fate determined by the bullets' arc.

He walked towards them proudly, unafraid.

They chose, for they had paid.

They raised their guns.

He walked to meet his fate, his eyes old fire,

and, as he fell, his last roar dimmed the sun.

Ingwavuma died aligned with his heart star,

in the Leo constellation from which he came,

marking the proud death of a Lion King -

(they tell me Ingwavuma was his name.)

The human psyche will forever

bear the scar.

Their shots rang out.

Ingwavuma, spirit undefeated, fell.

The hunters chose our fate.

There is little more to tell.

This story is told in The Mystery of the White Lions, Children of the Sun God, by Linda Tucker, who is in love with the white lions. She formed the Global White Lion Protection Trust, and protects the lions she has been able to rescue in a wild sanctuary in their ancestral home of Timbavati, in an effort to keep the last of them from being hunted to extinction. There they roam free, hunt and raise their cubs wild, but in protected territory. It is one of the last viable lion refuges in the world. The lions are critically endangered, as they are hunted in the wild, as well as in "canned hunting" enclosures, where great white hunters, for a hefty fee and a piece of their souls, shoot lions who have no means of escape.

The courageous Ingwavuma, whom Linda knew and loved, was not himself a white lion but was believed to carry the gene, so he would have sired white lion cubs. He was cornered in just such a "hunting" enclosure. When he saw there was no escape, he did not cower. He met his fate bravely and, thereby, those hunters perhaps cursed mankind to eternal darkness. Certainly their hearts were dark.

Shaman Credo Mutwa told Linda that, long ago, a star fell to earth, after which all animals in the area where it fell bore white offspring, the few remaining white lions descending from that time. The shaman says the white lions, who have blue eyes, guard a secret that can save humankind: to turn towards enlightenment, or remain forever in darkness. He says when the last white lion is gone, the sun will disappear. It is, perhaps, the most fascinating and stirring book I have ever read.

The exact time and date that Ingwavuma was murdered is the only time the setting sun was aligned with Regulus, the heart star in the Leo constellation, symbolizing the birth or death of a Lion King and, consequently, the birth or death of life on earth.

Linda Tucker's second book, Saving the White Lions,  tells the story of her life's mission to save the white lions, the weight of this on her shoulders, and the heartbreaking losses along the way. 

Posting this for my prompt at earthweal: The White Lions of Timbavati