It was a late afternoon, me and a friend decided to go for a countryside walk, I picked Cam Hill as I’d viewed this wave shaped hill numerous times whilst travelling down the M5 southbound. The hill was steep and an arduous ‘out of breath’ climb. On arrival to the top of the hill we found a dead bunny rabbit.
The rabbit appearing to have been placed on the hillside as some kind of ‘offering’ had not long been dead (no flies) and had no signs of damage other than a snapped neck. Only five hours earlier I had taken a picture of an amazing sky bunny in the clouds then posted it to my (now defunct) WordPress blog.
After watching the Sunset over the Dursley and the river Severn we proceed descent from the hill back to the car. I was about to get into the car when I noticed a shadow taking pictures of me with what appeared to be a DSLR camera. The camera was then handed back to a passenger in the rear seat. Hearing taunts of ‘tranny’ I cautiously approached the car and took a picture…
The male drivers posture was notably defensive with his arm outstretched across the door; his fist tightly clenched. His other arm stretch out behind the front passenger seat. Hiding beneath his reclined seat (in between front and rear seats) was obviously the passenger he’d returned the DSLR camera to.
Then I noticed the gory idolism of suffering he had dangling from his rear view mirror…
and wondered if the blood was ketchup for him and his beak nosed au-pair’s fish and chip Saturday?
I began to wonder if it was him that had placed the rabbit on the hillside, we took along time to climb the hill and there was more than one way up; he could have easily placed it there before we had ascended to the summit. Reasoning why he would do that is obvious when examining the Christian sacrificial symbolism behind the Easter Bunny…
“the rabbit being chase diverts from it’s warren (home) then voluntarily sacrifices itself to an ensuing predator to protect it’s young”
The pagan symbolism behind the rabbit in contrary to death obsessed Christianity is
“Celebrated and revered through rampant procreation; mating in spring throws of fertility, abundant in the highs of life.”
On closer inspection we find that Cam hill has over the years been associated with Easter…
In association with fertility they roll eggs down the hill; away from their erected menstruation ‘Gaia / Mary’ sacrifice (which what crucifixion really is) of poor Jesus Christ perched in pious heights upon the top of Cam hill.
After denouncing the abusive man as a crank I returned to my awaiting friends car and got inside. As we drove off the abusive man chased after us, he picked up a bolder (easily the size of a cricket ball) and threw it at our car hitting our bumper as we speeded away.
I won’t be put off from walking through the countryside by these creeps; my Druid ancestors rambled hillside throughout these isles thousands of years before Roman Christianity bought it’s genocidal horror to these shore in sacrificial blight cast against they very existence of our ancient peoples; within the void of inflicted deformation; targeted desolation or detriment will not deter nor coerce me from living as who I am.