Showing posts with label China. Show all posts
Showing posts with label China. Show all posts

Saturday, February 27, 2016

I SEE YOU...Rescue Them

Guest Writer
The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation
The PetStaurant

FB - The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation 
Sherman Oaks, CA.
Founder, Marc Ching:


                                                                 Vietnam:
                       Marc Ching Bowing before a Tortured and Cremated Dog #20


The Compassion Project:
 
My trip is set. Five countries in nine days.

The most intense, and probably the most grueling journey I have set upon in regards to liberating dogs, that cannot liberate themselves.

I will visit a total of eleven slaughterhouses, two dog farms - all in a nine day expanse. My aim and goal, to rescue and save whomever it is that I can. But also to work to obtain the footage I believe I need in order to push governments to enact change.
 
Because if I could take you there. If you could hear the way they use their words to ask for mercy.

If you could stand with me there. If you could hold my hand as the Earth pulls their exploding hearts from my reach. You would bleed the same tears I bleed. And in the end, at that moment when you and I face death - you would have no choice but to face it with me.

Because once you see it. Once your skin is stained in the stench that dismembering a dog alive leaves across your chest - who you are, it will be the same tattooed sleeves that hold these dying dogs in my arms.

When I press my feet into that place. When who I am journeys pass the divide that separates humanity from the inhumane, I find my skin flush against a blade.
 
I stand there. On that precipice - breaking into the wind like ice falling from the sky to my knees. It was my chest they cut open. It was my palms that they nail gunned crucifying my hands into walls.

I have to be the one to save them.

North Vietnam. Cambodia. Thailand. Yulin China. South Korea. 5 countries. 11 slaughterhouses. 9 days.

May my heart, and may my wanting to do good keep me safe. May I find my way back home to my children and my family. May the goodness inside of me, may I not lose the best of who I am to darkness.

Freedom... it begins March 2nd 2016.
 
 
Let the tears I push through my skin, and the way I live my life - be the way in which I am remembered. My name is Marc Ching. This is the heart of rescue. And I am the Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation.

I die, because someone has to die to save them. Rescue me.  ###Marc Ching
 
 
Please spread the courageous, selfless work of Marc Ching. He stands in the blood of these victimized dogs so we don't have to, he hears their desperate pleas for the pain to end, he see's the suffering and abuse South East Asia won't acknowledge...he brings home their tortured Spirits hoping their Soul is reborn into the loving, compassionate arms of humanity.  ---R. B. STUART
 
 
 

Friday, January 29, 2016

I SEE YOU...Ash

Guest Writer
The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation
The PetStaurant
FB - The Animal Hope & Wellness Foundation 
Sherman Oaks, CA.
Founder, Marc Ching:
 
                                          South Korean Slaughterhouse Dog:
                           Rescued, Rehabilitated, Ready for Adoption; Ash #17

My name is Ash,

And I was rescued by Marc Ching and the Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation in November 2015. I was a bound dog, with my limbs duck taped - headed into slaughter where all my feet would have been cut off. The death I would have experienced, indescribable and eternal.

The place I am from, once you enter, a dog will never leave. eam. I closed my eyes and shuttered every time their blood flew across me. We will never live to feel someone hold and touch. My heart crumbled with every crushing scream. I closed my eyes and shuttered every time their blood flew across me.  

Who I am is basically a miracle. To be given a chance. To be pulled away when looking straight into death. No words can begin to describe how gracious I am to be alive.  

I am currently up for adoption at the Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation. I am a poodle mix, and Marc believes I was a dog that was stolen from my family. I am potty trained. Full of life considering the evil that had clothed my body. And while I lived in complete darkness, for whatever reason, God chose to save me.
 
Marc told me that whoever adopts me, that they will be lucky. That my gift to the world is that I was born to consume darkness. My name is Ash, and there is only light inside of me. Where ever I go, and who ever I become - I represent what evil can never conquer.  

May the life and the breath I breathe, may it be a testament to those that lost their life before me. May my existence prove that to do something extraordinary - you can be someone completely ordinary.
 
In the shadows. In the breaking dust when his hands pulled me from darkness, his mouth whispered, "This is the heart of rescue. And I am, The Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation."
 
Believe, because life is something to believe in.     ###Marc Ching


On January 9th 2016 Marc Ching returned to China to breath light into the darkness that envelopes the slaughterhouse dog:


So it begins...

My journey back into darkness. Back into that place where who I am cannot understand and these hands - bruised and scarred from the life that came before me.

While I am a stranger to death. I had to lie down next to it. While I cannot comprehend their need to inflict torment. I was forced to inhale it. The blood. The way their screams became tears that bled into the concrete beneath.  

Because I can feel it already - the crumbling. I can feel my breath leaving my body, and the pieces of me I spent last month pulling back together, breaking to the Earth below me.

I am going to die out there.

I know it. I can see the sky breaking into the dust surrounding. And while my death will not be of my body, dying is still dying. And death, it is still my heart bleeding into something.

I question why return. I question why put myself in front of so much suffering. Why leave my children and my family. Why leave my heart some place broken and barren.

I leave because I believe someone has to leave. I sacrifice because I believe someone has to stand against what most of us cannot. And while I am not strong. I am strong enough. While I am afraid. I am brave enough. While I am weak. I know my heart finds what it needs when it needs to.

This journey, it is going to be the darkest journey ever. I will venture to different regions within China to save dogs from slaughterhouses. I will once again go to dog farms and torture chambers in South Korea. But this time, I will go to the outskirts of Hanoi Vietnam to a place where the devastation and the abuse - extreme and unfathomable.

I do this because I have to. I do this because this is who I am now. This is my heart, and just like each of you cannot, I cannot change who I am and who I was destined to become.

I am hope in that darkness. I am a fucking miracle when no miracle is left to be found. And in that moment of death, in that moment when my heart is about to explode - my flesh and breath will become life once again. My hands, they will become hands of liberation. And I will pick from the Earth their bleeding bodies and carry them. I will be hope. I will be faith. I will be freedom for those whom only know torment.

My quest to save myself, it begins - here and now, in this moment. 01/09/2016, The Heart of Rescue.

I sacrifice my life, because someone has to...  ###Marc Ching



To selflessly rescue these tortured, loving creatures...Marc Ching stretches the limits of his psyche as if he too is being tortured. To lay his eyes on the suffering, brutalized dogs... ravages his heart---and yet like a soldier going to battle---even if he has post traumatic stress---he moves forward carrying the limp, frail bodies of those furry babies that have been victimized by the hateful hands of man. And releases them unto the Earth---the Earth that bore them---or if their spirit and heart are steadfast enough---they travel across the oceans to unknown lands where, as with Ash---they are reborn....    ---R. B. STUART