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1) Megalithic
Mysteries
Civilizational relics
of primitive, prehistoric man in
Bourazman region of Ardebil
province(Iran). Bourazman means ‘Don’t go
there’ | in local dialect. Between
10,000
years and
6,000 years
before Christ the inhabitants of this region
cut stone structures which are known as
Stonehenge. The biggest of such structures
is Kerloas
Stonehenge,
which is 12 m high and is located in
Plouazel region of Finister
province of France. The stones in Bourazman
region are oriented toward the sky and
their position has been determined with
accuracy according to mathematical,
geometrical, and astronomical calculations.
Most of those stones
are inscribed with the picture of a woman
carrying a sword around her waist. The
inscription indicates the strength of women
at that time as well as the advanced art of
stone inscription some 6,000 years ago.
2)
The color of blood is red
I AM A
DEER; A MARAL WITH EIGHT HORNS. THE COLOR OF
MY BLOOD IS RED .
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This is my
habitat. My generation grows up in
forest. We form families, bear offspring
and fall in love. Our voice is the song
of the forest. This is a picture of my
ancestors on a stone. The picture has
been drawn thousands of years ago when
we were friends with human beings.
People at that time did not kill us for
pleasure, but they killed a few of us
only to survive. They did not mean to
make us extinct. We coexisted with
humans in forests. Today, however, I am
going to be killed not for survival of
humans, but because they enjoy to kill
me. If you don’t believe me just listen
to hunters who carry guns with
telescopes and sharp knives. It was a
good time when we lived freely in the
forest. Everything was beautiful and
safe until civilized men carrying guns
with telescopes came into the forest.
It’s very bad… because killing me with
such a gun is very easy… an unequal
duel. The men who come into the forest
have everything; from bullets and sharp
knives to clothes, which are the same
color as the forest and it is hard to
see them. They are not like us. My long
horns that were once bestowed upon my by
Nature in order to defend myself are now
a big trouble because they make me be
seen anywhere I go, just unlike hunters.
Today is a feast for humans. Local
people are skilled in arranging a
bonfire. I am to be roasted on this fire
today… It would be a good roast. First
my liver and then other parts of my body
will be eaten by humans. The smoke from
the roast will spread in the forest and
linger as the only memory of me The
color of my blood is red just like human
blood… Today the sole similarity between
us and humans is the color of our blood…
But this common color is no longer a
reason for friendship with humans… Our
blood is spilled very easily and pours
into streams and rivers to reach oceans
and fade in the course of history. Tell
human beings not to kill us. The color
of blood is red; be it a human or a
deer.
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