Saving the White Lions: One Woman's Battle for Africa's Most Sacred Animal
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In this captivating, suspenseful memoir, white lion conservationist Linda Tucker describes her perilous struggle to protect the sacred white lion from the merciless and mafia-like trophy-hunting industry, armed only with her indomitable spirit and total devotion.
Her story begins in 1991 with a heart-stopping misadventure in the Timbavati Reserve of South Africa. Tucker—then a successful advertising executive—and a group of fellow travelers found themselves surrounded by a pride of angry lions. There was no way out, night had fallen, and the battery in their only flashlight was beginning to flicker. Miraculously, a local medicine woman, with two youngsters in tow, passed, trancelike and fearless, through the lions and escorted them all to safety.
For Tucker, that life-threatening experience became a life-changing one. She abandoned her career, left Europe, and returned to Timbavati to track down the medicine woman who had saved her: Maria Khosa. Upon seeing Tucker again, Khosa only smiled and said, “What took you so long?” She had been expecting her, and there was so much to do. Under Khosa’s shamanic tutelage, Tucker learned of her sacred destiny: to be the “keeper of the white lions,” believed to be angelic beings sent to Earth to save humanity at a time of crisis. Khosa also prophesized that the queen of the white lions—the embodiment of the mother of Ra, the sun god—would soon be born, on a day and in a place considered holy by Westerners.
On December 25, 2000, in the little South Africa town of Bethlehem, a snowy white lion cub, Marah, was born. From the moment of her first meeting with Marah, Tucker’s story immediately takes off into battle, as she dedicates her every waking moment to prying Marah and her siblings from the grips of the trophy-hunting industry.
Compellingly written in the intimate style of a journal, Tucker describes with unflinching honesty her fears, doubts, hopes, and dreams, all the while unfolding for us an unforgettable tale of adventure, romance, spirituality, and most of all, justice.
without permits, the factory farms have continued to prosper. And the canned-hunting industry’s threat of suing the government is no empty one; through their nefarious activities, they’ve amassed a substantial war chest to execute it. Clearly, a court case is a cynical strategy to keep the government tied up in litigation for another ten years, while the malpractices are given free rein. “D’you think government’s actually in on this strategy?” I question Jason now. “Elements of the government,”
life force reenter every cell of my body and a calm descend. I catch the figure of Harold on his balcony, looking slightly agitated. Recess is over. I stride over to the building and into the elegant conference room. The group has reconvened. There is a general silence, broken only by the rustling and reshuffling of the papers of the day’s agenda. I decide to bring the question to a close by simply explaining, “In respect to the fencing issue, I have no further argument, except to say: what
has made sure that the GPS collars, which will ensure the lions’ safety once they are released, are ready to be fitted. Even the electrified acclimation camp erected in the interior of the land has been double-checked and switched on in anticipation. The summer months of searing heat came and went in the Karoo semidesert, and all I had for comfort was JJ’s weekly reports that Marah and cubs were doing absolutely fine—lions being much hardier animals, he said, than I gave them credit for. With
shimmering stars. All of us hold the silence. I visualize the future. One thousand years of peace. I call upon the vision of a golden age: a verdant paradise, where love and respect bind all beings and humanity is in harmony with Nature. Listening to the night sounds around me, I let go of worldly images and gradually attune to the entire biosphere of land, undamaged by human impact, and protected, loved, and nurtured. A deep contentment and calm overcomes me as my mind expands into unfathomable
imparting to me. For the first time in my life, the path I was treading felt profoundly and urgently real. In order to find the answers that had been plaguing me for years, I had to reconnect with the Earth, the stars, and the causal connection behind all things. In my meditations, I started uncovering the most astounding connections between the present day White Lions and the Ancient Egyptian mysteries. Primary among these connections was the fact that the birthplace of the White Lions in the