Messages from food!
03/14/07 13:29
From the
time your food is planted to the time your
....
From
the time your food is planted to the time your dinner
is made, your food is being energetically
manipulated. Let me tell you the story of how I
became a vegetarian.
During my attendance at a seminar for healing in Colorado, I noticed that all the lunches that they served were vegetarian. They served huge salads, vegetarian lasagnas and vegetables. At a point during the weekend, I made the decision to quit eating meat, and continue eating dairy and eggs and fish. We were at this seminar from Friday evening to Monday morning. Monday morning we set out for the long drive home.
On the way home, at about hundred miles into the drive, I was getting a bit parched so I stopped at a widely known coffee shop to get a coffee and a pastry. This stop was quick to get us back on the road. About another two hundred miles passed before my wife started to ask me to stop to get something to eat. We were in the middle of Colorado and there were limited choices of the places that were available for us to eat at. I was feeling like I could just wait until we got to a more populated area with wider variety of choices, because I wanted to maintain the choice that I had made to be a vegetarian. So I asked if she would just wait until we were in a more populated area with more choices to eat. She agreed, and we were continuing on. After another hour there was nothing but the usual fast food choices, and at this point, my wife was starving and so was I. So she pleaded that we stop, but the choices were limited.
We stopped, and so it was burgers or pizza (and cheese was giving me the worst diarrhea at the time). Consequently, I chose to have a burger since we still had 1100 miles until we were home, and I wasn’t sure about how often the rest stops would appear on the way home. We pulled up to the speaker and I ordered. Meanwhile my wife wanted pizza, and protested until I would make a second stop. As a result, we headed over to the pizza place yet they were not open yet. Subsequently, she had decided on another burger joint. While she was inside, I ate the first burger - I ordered two because it would be a while until we stopped for dinner. Just as I began to eat the first burger, it seemed as if out of nowhere, my mouth began to swoon with the taste of blood. Suddenly, I felt like I was the one that was being slaughtered, and my reaction was complete remorse for the animal that had to endure the pain of its slaughter. I also felt sadness for the people doing the slaughtering. I was experiencing the slaughter in my mouth, and the impact of the slaughter in my body. In that moment, I realized that the slaughter didn’t end when the animal took its last breath - it never ended; the energy of the slaughter continued straight into my body as I consumed it. The only response that I could have possibly had was sobbing. I did find a deep understanding of another’s suffering. I felt I must have cried for every animal I had ever consumed. It continued on for about a week off and on. Even this day when I think about that moment it brings tears to my eyes. Worth noting is the function of the human body’s ability to respond to cortisol, “the stress hormone,” in our system. In males, excess cortisol stores fat in the pattern of fat on the abdomen, and for women it’s the saddlebag area of the thighs and buttocks. Within the next few months and continuing unto today, I continue to get rid of the extra weight, and I’m feeling great.
On a side note, but even more relevant to this story, every single person or thing comes in contact with your food leaves it’s mark on it. Consider this, do you remember a family member who loved to cook his or her favorite meal for you? Do you remember how those meals made you feel? The meals probably made you feel wonderful and loved. You probably tried to eat as much of it as you could get inside yourself. Now, look back and remember, have you ever had somebody cook your meal that was completely irate, you were probably not conscious of it if you had, but I would bet that later you didn’t feel as good as you did earlier that day. Every person or thing that comes in contact with your food has an impact on your energy and your feelings. Managing what you put into your body is solely your responsibility. So make your food with the love in your heart that you would want to embody. And remember to share it with everybody you can,
Love, Love.
During my attendance at a seminar for healing in Colorado, I noticed that all the lunches that they served were vegetarian. They served huge salads, vegetarian lasagnas and vegetables. At a point during the weekend, I made the decision to quit eating meat, and continue eating dairy and eggs and fish. We were at this seminar from Friday evening to Monday morning. Monday morning we set out for the long drive home.
On the way home, at about hundred miles into the drive, I was getting a bit parched so I stopped at a widely known coffee shop to get a coffee and a pastry. This stop was quick to get us back on the road. About another two hundred miles passed before my wife started to ask me to stop to get something to eat. We were in the middle of Colorado and there were limited choices of the places that were available for us to eat at. I was feeling like I could just wait until we got to a more populated area with wider variety of choices, because I wanted to maintain the choice that I had made to be a vegetarian. So I asked if she would just wait until we were in a more populated area with more choices to eat. She agreed, and we were continuing on. After another hour there was nothing but the usual fast food choices, and at this point, my wife was starving and so was I. So she pleaded that we stop, but the choices were limited.
We stopped, and so it was burgers or pizza (and cheese was giving me the worst diarrhea at the time). Consequently, I chose to have a burger since we still had 1100 miles until we were home, and I wasn’t sure about how often the rest stops would appear on the way home. We pulled up to the speaker and I ordered. Meanwhile my wife wanted pizza, and protested until I would make a second stop. As a result, we headed over to the pizza place yet they were not open yet. Subsequently, she had decided on another burger joint. While she was inside, I ate the first burger - I ordered two because it would be a while until we stopped for dinner. Just as I began to eat the first burger, it seemed as if out of nowhere, my mouth began to swoon with the taste of blood. Suddenly, I felt like I was the one that was being slaughtered, and my reaction was complete remorse for the animal that had to endure the pain of its slaughter. I also felt sadness for the people doing the slaughtering. I was experiencing the slaughter in my mouth, and the impact of the slaughter in my body. In that moment, I realized that the slaughter didn’t end when the animal took its last breath - it never ended; the energy of the slaughter continued straight into my body as I consumed it. The only response that I could have possibly had was sobbing. I did find a deep understanding of another’s suffering. I felt I must have cried for every animal I had ever consumed. It continued on for about a week off and on. Even this day when I think about that moment it brings tears to my eyes. Worth noting is the function of the human body’s ability to respond to cortisol, “the stress hormone,” in our system. In males, excess cortisol stores fat in the pattern of fat on the abdomen, and for women it’s the saddlebag area of the thighs and buttocks. Within the next few months and continuing unto today, I continue to get rid of the extra weight, and I’m feeling great.
On a side note, but even more relevant to this story, every single person or thing comes in contact with your food leaves it’s mark on it. Consider this, do you remember a family member who loved to cook his or her favorite meal for you? Do you remember how those meals made you feel? The meals probably made you feel wonderful and loved. You probably tried to eat as much of it as you could get inside yourself. Now, look back and remember, have you ever had somebody cook your meal that was completely irate, you were probably not conscious of it if you had, but I would bet that later you didn’t feel as good as you did earlier that day. Every person or thing that comes in contact with your food has an impact on your energy and your feelings. Managing what you put into your body is solely your responsibility. So make your food with the love in your heart that you would want to embody. And remember to share it with everybody you can,
Love, Love.