By honoring sacred life, both the animals’ and my own, in a way that takes best care of me and enables me to do the work I cherish, I stand within my own Truth. So for me, eating meat that is humanely raised and harvested on a sustainable farm is, in fact, ecologically sounder, kinder and healthier.
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When I am healthy and full of energy, I do my best work as a pastoral counselor, an inspirational speaker, and a psychic medium. (My husband said I was a heck of a lot easier to live with, too.)
Within six months, my blood chemistry was in great shape, my energy was back, and weight had come off effortlessly. When I sat down to a meal, I gave thanks for the animal that was about to nourish me and the farm that provided the animal. There, the pigs and chickens and cows and sheep were housed in clean and comfortable surroundings, with plenty of room, and daily access to grass and pasture, sun, shade, water and fresh air. I was still conscious that another being was giving its life to support mine, and so chose to purchase my food from a local farm that honored both the land they worked and the animals they raised. I switched, calmly and without guilt, back to a meat-eating diet. I learned those precious lessons by consuming real rather than processed food, being present and fully appreciative, and avoiding mindless grazing where I ate beyond fullness. I started asking myself when I wanted to eat “what is triggering me – is it hunger or something else that food won’t satisfy?” I learned again what hunger really felt like, not as a signal that I was being metaphysically pure, but instead simply as a nudge from my body that it was time to nourish myself. That’s when I put away the “what do they say” mantra in my brain and asked myself “what do I want? What does my body want?” I consciously explored what would taste good to me and what wouldn’t. Most tellingly, I was absolutely miserable.
You’ll be healthier,” They said, “guaranteed.” So I kept drinking as many juices as I could tolerate, knew the location of every ladies’ room on the Eastern Seaboard, and still told my body it didn’t know what it was talking about when it told me it was desperate for the roast chicken at a friend’s dinner table.Īfter years of struggling to be a low-fat-eating, “natural food” vegetarian, I found myself forty pounds overweight, exhausted, and with cholesterol and blood chemistry numbers that had my doctors reaching for their prescription pads.
Welcome the gnawing feeling in your stomach and the headaches as proof you’re getting rid of your toxicity. Even solid food was less than spiritual “you’ll reach Bliss faster if you just drink lots of fresh fruit and vegetable liquids. Then there was the fast-and-juicing phase. Just as long as it wasn’t flesh, I was doing okay, They said. I tried distracting my body with fake meats and low fat versions of forbidden things, most concocted with lots of extra ingredients and chemicals I couldn’t pronounce. But I stuck with it, ignoring my body’s craving for a good steak no matter how it pleaded or wheedled, because staying vegetarian was (I thought) a necessary part of the Spiritual Road. It was touted to be honoring sacred life, ecologically sound, kinder and healthier to eschew (and not to chew) “anything that used to have a face.” I didn’t find it easy, and often didn’t find it very palatable. For decades, every New Age Expert I ran across held that eating animal flesh was spiritual bad news.
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