save wild Thymus Citriodorus

There is a place that still has some wild Thymus Citriodorus.

The original plant, not the mediterranian variety that grows abundant. I am talking about the same plant Shakespeare was talking about. The herb and the place where faries live. The plant that legend sais was created from the tears of Helen of Troy.

The story goes as such.

Once upon a time, a couple of hundred, maybe even a thousand or so years ago there was a sacred place. A place where people gathered and gave praise to Mother Earth, her creatures and each other. It was a place of beauty and peace. It was a place of healing. A place divine.

Wild Lemon Thyme grew abundant.

In the Earth beneath there were great deposits of silver. Modern age has learned about the medicinal properties of silver. Old age relied on the plants. The plants drew upon the silver in miniature quantities, they needed so little to give more than plenty.

Over time, a bunch of gready people learned about the sacred place, the silver and the plants. They warred. They expelled the peace loving folks and took the place for themselves.

They dug. They dug deep. They collected the silver for themselves. They harvested a lot of the plants.

Soon, there was fewer and fewer Lemon Thyme and more and more weeds .A place of magic had begun to have it's magic torn from it.

That wasn 't enough.

Years had passed.

There was silver still left in the rocks. So they made a quarry. They extracted the stones with pick-axes, and later with modern technology. There was no way to melt huge blocks of stone but they had a better idea.

They built a Cathedral.

Later, they gave the use of the place to the military. They set explosives in the deep and practiced firing rifles above.

Even later that place become a part of a Nature Park. The Nature Park gave it's use to the hunters. The hunters made a shooting range there. To this day they still practice shooting there. It is also a hunting area, where they kill what is left of the wild life there.

The place is packed with weeds. It is also full of garbage, heartless people use it as a garbage dump.

The wild Lemon Thyme refuses to die out. Every year it grows back and tells it's miserable story. The faries are still there. They also refuse to die out.

The Heart of Gaia refuses to become extinct.

Please, help our heart to heal.

The money is needed to take legal actions, to get rid of the weeds and to secure the place. It is needed fast.

The pain must go away. I feel it. This is what i contracted being there. Their story. Also, their pain.

links:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zagreb_Cathedral

http://www.medvednica.info/2010/10/kamenolom-bizek...