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 You look good enough to eat.

I’m thinking it’s gonna be your fairly rare individual who looks at a rabbit hopping around or a cow snorting in the dawn, and starts to salivate.

In case you’re rolling your orbs thinking this is gonna be a lame pro-vegetarian argument, it’s not. It’s a genuine wonder. I do eat meat. I wonder at myself. I really wish I didn’t feel gnawingly hungry sometimes, for animal protein. I’m trying to convince my body’s balance to shift to another gear. Body and I are in negotiation. I’ll let you know.

IT'S A DILEMMA BECAUSE

Sticking the food in your mouth and chewing it is just part of the equation. What you think, is also gonna impact your digestion and your inner climate. And I love animals. I love them more than people. On a pure mental level, I think I’d be more comfortable eating whoever is reading this than eating beasties. Alright, maybe not. Unless you were already dead and packaged. A little styrofoam, a little plastic wrap: you’d look like din-dins to me. Kidding! Breathe deep, Clarice. Just walking my whatifs.

I guess people avoid brushing their minds against what it really means to eat animal flesh. If you bring it up, you get a chorus of bloody-minded jokes. Or people walk away. I get it. Sometimes it sucks to feel.

I may be a flake, but I’m no wuss. Things die. You gotta get okay with that, cause you’re gonna do it too. It’s the suffering that’s unnecessary. It’s real cowardice-- the stuff we do in order not to feel, that allows the real horror just go on and on.

My carnivorous cat, who sometimes kills justbecause, injured a bird recently. I got it from him and walked around with an open palm for a bit, in case the bird was merely stunned, as sometimes has happened. I called on the devic spirit of birds to mitigate its pain and take it out of life swiftly if the injury was mortal. Then I put it in the crux of my cherry-tree, and went back into my front room to work. Moments later, I caught a blur of grey in my peripheral vision, and I went out. A squirrel was holding the bird, and as I watched, it bit through the thing’s neck like a vampire and then proceed to eat it’s head with audible crunches and cracks. Seeing me it skittered further up the tree, bird still in hand, and ate the bird from stern to stem. I had no idea squirrels ate birds, I was sure they were total nuttetarians. Not. A bit later I was back in my front room and the squirrel came down the tree to drink at the water bowl in front of the French doors. She had a good look at me while she did so, and it was hard not to extrapolate some sort of comment from her. You the one that asked for a fast death? Fast enough for ya? I say she, because her undercarriage revealed full teets. Either preggers or nursing.

It was, I suppose, some sort of natural imperative. Do I have a natural imperative to go with my steak? Or, is there a way around what I’m trying not to judge as my own vampirism. Don’t answer. If you’re David Wolfe or you are Weston A. Price, with respect, I know your answer. I also know that I have only one rule in my diet, and that’s that my body, animal that it is, different from the animals that you are, has the final word.

I’ve been a vegetarian for periods of my life and never thrived. I can’t digest beans for beans and grains make me sleepy and sugar crave-y. I live in Canada, where she ain’t warm and growing season is short, and Body endures a dormancy period stronger than I think one experiences in a warmer climate, so I cannot eat a pure raw diet. Certainly not in the winter or early spring. I also can’t digest eggs at all, and perhaps the archest of my enemies is The Misery Liquid; milk. And thank god iI can't digest it. Gah. Dairy.

Because death is not as bad as misery. It’s briefer, for one. What has to be perpetrated to get something else’s mother’s milk to every human child beggars belief. I don’t think the word ‘evil’ has many valid uses. But this is one. Pure misery. Yumbo.

In ancient (Hindu) India, cow’s milk traditionally was only harvested from the excess, that is, it was after a mother had fed her calf however long it was necessary, there was a short period, a month or two when she would still be lactating, and when it would not be stealing from her or her young’s lifeforce. That’s keeping heart involved in life. Of course, they lived more closely with their animals than we do.

To the degree that a person is away from nature, their feeling capacity, their very humanity, suffers injury, I feel. People bring plants and cats and dogs into their homes in an effort to reconnect on some level to their sensate, animal selves, to attempt to remember that they too are one of the things Earth has grown. The string is so thin. A lapdog named Taxi. A dried-out spider plant. Some shells. It’s funny and sad to me, when tiny, tidy, Febreezed corners are allocated for nature. Notwithstanding the aliens among us, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE???

You’re not just a thing that carts a brain around. You’re an animal! Get with Mutha Naytcha, fool.

Yes, vegetarians can be tedious, hitting you about the face and neck with their righteous celery sticks. But by gum, the Evangelical Meat-eater is a pill too. I have a neighbor who is well into the Weston A. Price dietary material. Big on the meat thing, she has gone so far as to claim that the bad relationship decisions one lady made were the result of being weak-minded from eating only vegetables. ('SBLOOD!) Rather than getting stroppy about other people being vegetarian,  we should thank them. Not everyone on earth can eat meat. That’s just the math.

If you don’t know who Weston A. Price is, he’s a guy who went and studied the diets of people in so-called ancestral societies, (there seems to be an illusion that some of us sprang out of taps, or were farted from volcanoes with no ancestors at all) and specifically studied their teeth as a marker of health,(Gentleman of the West with tripod and accordion camera and V. Important Quest, importy-port-ports his way through humble village sticking his fingers in everyone’s mouth. 'Can you grin for me?' Rictus.  'Yes like that, Smolinka' Head under tarp. 'Look the the birdy.' Waves fingers. The same ones 'e had in me mouth! Poof. Thunder and Lightning! Villagers blink. Blink. Blink.) and he concluded, that it was a diet rich in animal fat and fermented food that made healthy teeth and the people to go with them. Price has an absolute fanatical (soup-sucking) following. I don’t at all deny that there are some truths there for some bodies. Mine is not one of them, as I cannot digest even unpasteurized milk, nor coconut milk, and some of the other stuff, the organ meats and lardy drippings etc. make me heave like this BLA-FAARGH! 

Price advocates making broth from bones, with some apple cider vinegar in the mix to draw the minerals out, and there are claims that eating  bone broth all the time will heal such things as autism and gum disease. He says humans can’t get minerals from plant matter and that they need to be down-stepped for them through other beings that eat such. Animals raised in factories that never see the light, never eat grass, are useless to us, says Doctor Price… okay, not my reasons for no to factory-farms, but agreed, okay…but then

…In other words what we want… is plant matter. Well, not plant matter…

but LIGHT.

There. Down-stepping the light. Light is information. Light is… well, it’s everything. Every particle of a particle. We’re light. Sustained by light. Surrounded by light.

I’m sure, that we’re on a sliding scale here on earth vis-a vis our bodies abilities to downstep light. So that’s my magnetic north. Go as close to pure light as possible given my body’s ability. Let go of judginess over my own and others diets. And possibly my judginess of their judginess. At this point, body feels it still needs meat, and I still eat it, and I also eat as much raw greenery as poss.  Here’s today’s yummy smoothie

Two oranges, three dates, comfrey leaf, two bunches of coriander. Dandelion leaf, wild nettles, parsley, bit of mint.  Pretty dang good.

PS. I realize I was just a bit stroppy about Price, however I'm fresh off an earful of getting preached at. Truth is, it's not all for me but I did learn some things, particularly the very useful, easy habit of making fermented foods like sauerkraut, which I now do all the time.

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