Why I Don't Eat Meat

In the beginning my reasoning was quite simple: At 4 years old I had rescued an orphan mallard duckling, who had some how been left behind. I guess the other eggs hatched nearer together, and his egg hatched out after the rest had left the nest, leaving him alone. In any case, this tiny ball of yellow fluff moved into the house and was named Buttons. Buttons became my first pet. He grew fast and in a few months was a beautiful green headed mallard who never left my heals and came running when he was called.I had Buttons for many years. He was the first of many, many pets. He would be the inspiration that would set me on the path of being a comic book collector, collecting the Disney Duck comics, the inspiration that would start me on the path of ornithology, was the first of the many poultry to be rescued by me, and he would be the start of a theory that caused me to stop eating meat. That one little duck was about to have a very big impact on my life when the holiday season suddenly rolled around.

It was Thanksgiving morning. Me and Buttons were watching the Macy's Parade on TV and my mother was in the kitchen cooking turkey. I loved turkey, and roast beef, and chicken and bacon, and sausage, and spam. I esp loved chicken. We ate chicken practically every meal. My mom made fried chicken almost daily and when we ate out we usually went to KFC. We were poultry farmers. Chickens were our life, our legacy, our heritage, our centuries long family tradition on a farm that had been passed down through our family since 1657. It was a tradition of death and bloodshed, although I had yet to realize that fact. Everything in our lives evolved around chickens. Chickens provided food and money. Chickens were livestock, not pets.

That year, however, our family's long tradition was about to hit a big road bump in the guise of a tiny green duck named Buttons. Me and Buttons were sitting on the big bright pink couch watching TV and my mom was cooking turkey, when suddenly a thought occurred to me: turkey are poultry; ducks are poultry too; that turkey was dead; we eat poultry, therefor Buttons was next.

You see, an event had occurred earlier that year: our dog had died. I had not yet grasped the concept of death; only the fact that I should have had 2 dogs by my side, and there was only one dog sitting beside me and Buttons. I had been bothered by the lack of one dog for quite some time, but the whole idea of death, was completely foreign to me. It was like a light-bulb had suddenly gone off in my head:the turkey was dead; the turkey was a bird; Buttons was a bird; we eat birds; Buttons is next. I probably scared the hell out of my parents, because there was no warning that it was coming when I suddenly lept from the couch crying and screaming that no one was going to eat my duck, I didn't want Buttons to die too.

My parents kept telling me no one was going to eat Buttons, but they were telling me this as they were taking a dead turkey out of the oven and getting ready to slice it to eat. I freaked out declaring I was not going to eat that turkey. And I didn't. From that point on, I never eat turkey again.

I still was eating other meat though, at least for a few more weeks, until Christmas dinner rolled around with a huge roast beef siting on the table. We were about half way through dinner when a thought occurred to me and I asked what beef was. I don't remember who answered, only that the answer was "It's made from cow." to which I responded with "It's dead?" and got the answer: "Of course it's dead, you wouldn't want to eat it alive would you?"

The nature of death was sinking in, and sinking in fast, keeping in mind here, that there was still the issue of a dead dog a few months earlier. I declared I was never going to eat a dead thing again. And oddly, stopped eating all meat except for fried chicken, because whenever I asked if it was meat, the answer I got was always: "No, it's chicken."

The following summer, however, brought to the farm, an interesting development when we were given a Bantam hen and a batch of a dozen or so chicks she had just hatched out. Since we couldn't easily put them in with the flock of egg layers in the barn, they moved in with Buttons who was now living outdoors in a little white house by the brook. Everything went along fine, until a few weeks later when every single one of the baby chicks started crowing.

Roosters. Something never seen on an egg farm. Roosters, these things which my father referred to as "Needing to get rid of as soon as possible before they become a problem." We now had 12 of them and they had to go. Get rid of? Why? By this time, I had had these roosters for about 4 months. They all had names. They, like Buttons, all came when they were called. These roosters had become pets.

This lead to a long argument that lasted for weeks, with me standing guard and not letting anyone near my roosters. It went on like this, with me going in at night to eat fried chicken, for several weeks and ended quite abruptly when I was told: "What do you think fried chicken is made out of anyways?" Roosters? Really? That's why there are never roosters on an egg farm? I never eat chicken again, and I started keeping a closer eye on the barn.

From that day forth, I had a mission: as long as I was alive, no animal was going to die, though I still did not have a clear concept yet of death. Death at that point in my life, meant that the thing which had died was no longer with you because it was in you instead.

Death was about to strike home for me, when our second dog, one of our cats, and my grandmother, all died the summer following the year of the arrival of the baby roosters. With my grandmother's funeral, the concept of just exactly what death really was finally sunk in. At 8 years old, I wasn't crying with every one else at the funeral: I was too busy pointing out that, if my grandmother was dead, why than were these people burying her instead of cutting her up and eating her like they did with everything else that died?

Suddenly, I became death's vigilante. I was now seeing death as "the enemy" and people who ate meat it's biggest supporter. I determined that if I could prevent it, I was going to prevent death from coming at all to anyone . . . or more to the point, I was hell bent on seeing to it that no one ever killed any one ever again.

I was still forming my concept of death, when our drunkard neighbor, shed a new light on the subject, by going out in the yard one day to shoot at everything and every one who moved, including to shoot at the cars driving by. Luckily no one got hurt during his rifle shooting drinking rampage, but I was now seeing guns and rifles in a new light. Guns = death. I now added guns to my list of things which were evil and working to help death. I charted that information away, and went back to looking for roosters in need of rescuing.

By the time I was 12, I had more than 50 roosters, all named and following at my heals every where I went. At age 14, I made the most drastic move yet, when I shut down the egg farm and turned the former egg barn into a rooster rescue, which would soon become home to some 500 roosters.

At age 12, an Irish Setter named Sarge was reported stolen. His story broke my heart, for this was a dog I knew and loved, a dog I had dog sat for, for many years. His death forever changed my world, and the world of every one else as well, when I took on his killers head on and made it my life's goal to stop at nothing to bring down his killers.

You can read that story here:

Etiole calls eating meat, a "bad chi" because it creates all sorts of problems in your life. Health problems, relationship troubles, wars, disagreements, anger, fear, hate, etc are caused by meat. It's a weird thought, I know. It took me a while to fully wrap my mind around this idea.

The odd part of it is, that you do not have to eat the meat to be affected: just touching it, you pick up the negative flow of energy which it gives off. The energy rubs off on you and clouds up your good positive energies. If you live with someone who eats a lot of meat, their body will be giving off waves of negative energy which will warp your own energy, weakening it.

The weaker your positive energy becomes, the weaker you become, and the greater your chances of getting sick, feeling depressed, etc become. The more meat you eat, or the more meat eaters you associate with, the weaker your energy flow becomes.

What this means is, that not only must you not eat meat yourself, but you must avoid close affiliation with any one who eats meat.

Everything creates or gives off energy. Some things give off positive energy while other things give off negative energy. It's like a magnet with it's poles of attraction and detraction. With a magnet you can see and feel the effects of the energy flow because a magnet has such high concentrations. Everything has the same energy flow as a magnet, but in lower consentrations so that you do not see the visible barrier around it.

I'm afraid I do not understand the concept of an aura or what exactly an aura is, but one time when I tried explaining this to someone, they said that what I was describing was called an aura, and that is was a scientific fact that everything had an aura and that the aura could change, and that there are machines that can take pictures of them, and that science now knows that you can find the source of certain illnesses via these aura scans, because the color changes depending on health and mood. Interesting. What they were saying was in fact very much the same thing as what Etiole says. More or less. Only Etiole explained it as thus:

You are what you eat. When you eat death, you become death. When the body dies, it dies because the spirit has left it's physical shell to move on to a new existence. Where that existence is, is dependent on how the individual lived their life and wither or not they had learned the lessons they had come here to learn.Once the spirit has left the body, the body itself must be returned to the earth from which it came. From the instant f death the body begins to give ff dark negative energy. It can no longer give off positive energy because the spirit is what creates the positive energy and the spirit is now gone from the body, leaving nothing but an empty void. That void is like a blackhole in space: it is nothing, and that nothing continues to grow bigger and bigger swallowing up and erasing all positive energy which flows into it.

The earth is a neutralizer. It neutralizes energy, attracting it, absorbing it, grounding it, and making it neutral, thus harmless. For this reason a dead body must be buried, otherwise their is nothing to neutralize the negative energy being given off by the dead flesh, and the blackhole (or aura?) around it will continue to grew until it is. When death is violent or a result of torture, the blackhole is much bigger, much stronger, because the beings spirit was not at it's correct time to die and had to be forced traumatically from it's physical body before it's time to die.

When you eat meat (dead flesh) you also eat this negative energy, which counter reacts to the positive energy which your body creates. The instant the dead flesh enters your body, it begins to absorb your good energy, replacing it with bad energy, and a cloud of smog grows around you, blocking out your "aura". This is how illness and disease are created. Depending on what the being was, how near to it's natural death time, how the being died, how much pain the being was in, and how much of the being's flesh you ate, determines which illness you get, because different degrees of bad energy, create different type of illnesses.

Your body suffers from the pain and anguish the being had suffered from, and the blackness of the bad energy will continue to expand and grow within your body until it over takes you and physically cripples you. The more dead flesh you eat, the more negative energy you attract into your body.

We are spirit beings, but we are young spirit beings. Being spirit beings, means that when we are born we came from somewhere and when we die we go to somewhere. The question is, where? Think about it. It's a BIG universe out there. It doesn't make good sense for all of the deep space and only one planet have life on it. But what if we ourselves live many lives, and each life we live, we live on a differant planet? And as we progress from one life to the next, we grow spiritually, until we advance to becoming the teachers or spirit guides of those who have not yet advanced? Logic tells us that this is true, and tells us that we after many millinia will eventualy become the guardians who come to Earth to protect and watch over us. And that Heaven literaly is the Heavens aka the Universe.

There are a lot of us out there. Over six billion people alive on Earth at this very moment. That's a lot of people. Every one of them has a job. Not a job, as in a place to work, but a job as in a thing that they are meant to do, more like a homework assignment. An assignment that they must successfully finish before moving on to the next assignment. Earth is a school and life is it's classroom. As young spirits we are given an assignment to complete and we take a trip to school, to be born, so that we can live a physical life here on Earth in order to complete our assignment. Once each person has completed their job, there is no more reason for them to live on this Earth and their spirit leaves their physical body and moves on to it's next assignment.

The physical body dies, but the spirit body lives on. Over six billion people are alive on Earth at this very moment, and over a million of them will die before you finish reading this sentance. By the time you finish reading this sentance a million more will have been born. The spirit world is a busy place all those millions of spirits coming and going each day. And Earth is just a school house, not the school, but one school out of many schools. If one school, has that many studants coming and going on a daily basis, can you even begin to imagin how many spirits there are out there, who are NOT in school, not to mention how many other school there must be besides the Earth?

Here's on more tidbit to chew on: Did you ever notice how Angels, Faeries, and Aliens all look vaugly Human? If they were beings of a different race, you'd think they would look . . well . . . a lot less Human. There is only one possible answer as to why or how these non-Humans could look so very Human, and that is, that they ARE Human. We are them, they were us, we will become them, they are our future. What all of this tells us is that, Humans, Angels, Fey, and Extraterrstrials are all in fact once big constantly evolving race and that we look out for each other. Once we understand this, we also understand that we have within us the power to do ANYTHING, think about it: ANYTHING. All we have to do is learn how to unlock that power so that we can advance to the next level of our existance. And that is where our guardians come in. They are our teachers. They have already been on the path that we are now on. They have already done the things we are now doing. They have already advanced to the point that they are at. They have overcome the need for a physical body. They have reached the point of enlightenment and saintly transfiguation. And now, they have come back as teachers. They are here, to teach us how to become as they are.

There is a bigger picture at play here. You don't have to eat meat to draw negative energy into your body. Just using products which were created at the expense of another being's life will draw negative energies to you. The products created using animal test labs, absorb the negative energies given off by the thousands of dead, dieing, and pain ridden animals.

When you brush your teeth with a toothpaste made in that place, you are literally rubbing the bad energy into your teeth, forcing it into your system. When you rub the face cream from such a place on your skin, you are rubbing black negative energies into your skin. You are literally killing yourself, hastening your own death, dramatically shortening your life, by forcing these negative energies into your system.

The more you use them, the thinker the smog in your aura becomes. In order to see and hear your spirit guides and guardian angels, your aura must be clear and free from this bad chi smog, otherwise it blind your eyes and deafens your ears to the spirit world. By using these products you are blocking out your access to the messengers of God and thus, blocking out God Himself out of your life.

Meat is not the only thing that causes a blockage in your flow of positive energy. Anything that causes harm, pain, or suffering in any way will do the same thing, meat just does it faster, because when you are dealing with meat you are dealing with rotted flesh that is decaying and causing all energy around it to decay as well.

Addictions do nearly as much damage as the decaying energy of dead and rotting flesh. Addictions such as smoking, drinking, using drugs, and sex with more than one person, are all scientifically proven to cause ill effects on your health, which if practiced repeatedly, these things will kill you.

Like death and meat, each of these things give off a negative or harmful energy, which the more you subject yourself to it, the stronger the negative energy grows within you, creating an empty black void that slowly grows all around you enveloping you and causing a barrier to build up between you and the spirit world.

Death breeds death. Killing someone attracts huge reserves of negative energy to come rushing towards you. Every time you hurt some one you draw more negative energy to you: from simple name calling and laughing at someone when they fall down to hitting, abusing, and killing some one, all negative acts, everything which has the intent to do harm, draws negative energy to you.

Simple seemingly harmless acts such as teasing, bullying, name calling, laughing at the pain and misfortune of others, keeping secrets from others, telling a lie, hiding the truth, and other such little "innocent acts" are extremely harmful, not only to yourself but also to the one you were teasing, laughing at, or keeping secrets from. Each time you do one of these acts, you draw a little bit more of the dark smog into your aura. Each time you direct one of these acts on another, you cut off a piece of that blackness and send it flying towards the person you were being mean too.

Prisons are ripe with negative energy because of this. The death penalty does not help matters either, because with each prisoner executed, the blackhole of energy caused by the pain and death grows larger gaining even more power.

The problem here is, that what goes around comes around, and if the person you were hurting has a strong positive aura, than they also have very close contact with their guardian angels, and the avenging angels watching over them, will in effect "play tennis" with the energy you sent to the person. In other words, when you hurt that person, their angel took the dark energy you sent, compounded it, concentrated it, expanded it to 3 times greater force, and than sent it hurtling back at you. What goes around comes around, and when you hurt a person, you will get hurt three times greater than you hurt them. That is the job of the avenging angels who act as personal guardians.

This applies to all crimes great and small, including executions and death penalties.

When a criminal is executed, everyone involved in the person's death, from the victim's family to the jury will be drawing the dead man's negative death energy into their body because they were the ones willing his death sentence. By killing him, they are killing themselves and pushing themselves farther and farther away from the spiritual goal with which they had come to this earth. They are blocking out the advice of their spirit guides and ultimately blocking out the love of God too.

Owning a gun, likewise draws negative energy to you. Guns were created for one purpose and one purpose only: to harm, cause pain, and bring death. Guns are manufactured with this goal in mind and for that reason, guns are burning with negative energy. It just rolls off of them in massive waves. For that reason, even having a gun in the house is a dangerous thing, because it attracts so much negative energy to it.

There is not much in this life that I can truly say I hate. I hate guns. Yet people say that guns make them feel safe! Do guns really make you feel safe? I grew up next door to a drunk neighbor who every time he got drunk, he'd grab his rifle and stand in the front yard shooting at everything.... EVERYTHING! trees, cars going by, the clouds... it was scary! Ever since than I have had a morbid hatred of guns. I feel the farthest thing from safe around guns.

I really started hating guns big time in 2003, when my cousin Matt was gunned down by a police officer at an airport. Some one had phoned in a bomb threat, and said they'd be waiting for the cops in a certain area. The bomb threat turned out to be a prank, however, the first officer to arrive at the supposed meeting place, pulled out his gun and opened fire on the first person he saw, without stopping to find out if he was aiming at the right person. Matt was dead with the first bullet, the others just tore him apart. By the time the rest of the police arrived at the airport, the phone call had been confirmed a hoax, but that did not change the fact that my cousin was now laying on the floor of the air port dead.

That and the combination of my drunk neighbor with Etiole's warnings against the negative effects of a gun, result in me not only not allowing a gun near me, but shunning and refusing to associate with any person who owns or is registered to own a gun. I have a long history of cutting off all contact with former friends, simply because they bought themselves a gun.

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