Rewilding the Herd – Last Night on Earth

I wish I could tell you everything – about how a year on the land came and went, about what it’s taken out of and from us all to make it this far, about what the horses have been up to, about each perfect little puppy from the second batch, about everything we’ve built and unbuilt, changed, burned, dreamed of, and given up on. I wish I could tell you these and many other things, but I won’t, because there isn’t much time. This isn’t about horses. This is about right now.

It has been a time for spirits. We’ve had Halloween, Samhain, Guy Fawkes Night, Dio de los Muertos, and a brand new full moon in Taurus. The temperature has plummeted over the week, and the eerie, silent gray of river mist that swallowed the valleys in an autumnal shroud dropped theatrically to reveal the terrible splendour of winter. The damp chill has crystalized into -15 centigrade and a second dusting of snow brightens up the farm.

The final harvest is upon us. We’ve dug potatoes, dried herbs, frozen tomatoes, kale and beans, shelved the cabbages and planted and mulched next year’s garlic. Some of it we grew and some of it we bought from other, more experienced farmers. This was an odd growing season; with apocalyptic wildfires in the south, our area had blessed rain through the summer – which, while keeping us safe, also kept the garden from fully expressing itself. The wild berries were few. Game has been scarce. The fish runs suffered brutally this year, and the politics of our salmon river towns have been tense. The bounty of this place hangs by a thread, but still it hangs. It’s time to butcher.

A few days ago I was tending to the myriad animals, tense and worried as I have slowly become. My back ached between my shoulder blades. My elbows and wrists were sore from the relentless moving of thousands of pounds of hay, feed, wood and water. Heavy boots, heavy mind, heavy heart. Somewhere out there the foxes prowled, waiting for the dogs to turn their backs long enough to snag a plump chicken. I waded through goats irritably, fending off their hungry, oppressive hooves and faces. Yes, I will get you hay. Yes, if you leave me alone for one Jesus-H-Christ-damned second I will feed you.

Somehow Birdy, in her inimitable goat-wisdom, caught my eye and pulled me down to my knees so she could reach my face – how she caught my attention in that indulgent state of self-absorption I have no idea. While the other goats faded away like choreographed chorus members, their piranha-frenzy inexplicably quelled, Birdy touched me gently with her nose and then buried her face in my neck under the collar of my jacket. We stayed like that a long while, and she let me cry as the tension spilled up and over to express itself.

Dreading the pig slaughter that loomed ever closer, I’d been slowly, unconsciously, shutting off my connection to the pig herd. And as that link withered and hardened, so did the rest of them. All my joy, love, and delight for my animal family was dulled, as though that might somehow make it hurt less to lose them. And meanwhile, I was forgetting the point of it all. I was doing that thing where you peer into the Void and chuck rocks and never hear them hit bottom.

I could call it off, and quit eating meat, and avoid this altogether – this is a choice we are making, one that doesn’t make sense to many. Do you know that scene in Cold Mountain, where the wise old healer woman is loving up her goat and then deftly slits its throat and helps it die? Some people find it really morbid, and some people aspire to that. I’m in the second camp.

I don’t believe any food, or life, can be produced absolutely free of suffering. I think of the incredible life within or beneath the soil that is displaced, diseased or destroyed by most vegetable farming practices. Things without faces, or with faces we don’t connect with easily. I think of the bees and the worms and the soil bacteria and the birds and the migrant workers and every other unacknowledged soul; of the sentience of plants, conveniently forgotten or ignored; of the nitrogen run-off and the soil degradation and the deforestation and the climate effects that taint whatever else we put in our mouths; whether we know about it or not. Legumes don’t grow well in this climate and half the year nothing grows at all, except critters. Protein is precious. I believe I might feel right in this world if I can lovingly tend and harvest what I eat. I want to participate fully with my heart and eyes wide open. I want to be big enough to hold it all at once, and I realized right then that I simply wasn’t, yet.

With Birdy’s sweet snuffling guidance that morning, I poked some breathing holes through my own illusions, pried open my heart again, and waited to see what would happen. I also stank like a goat for the rest of the day, incidentally.

This season’s festivals are about death, but they’re also about life. We are apparently meant to celebrate in the face of death, poke fun at it, pull its mask off and see it for what it truly is – not something to fear, but something to dance with. Something to welcome when the time is right. Something to make room for, to acknowledge, to respect and to know intimately. Something to make every day sweeter and brighter. And lo, when we light the candles and sing the songs and send our prayers up with the smoke, something does loosen its grip. And something else, perhaps an accordance with all things, takes its place.

Yesterday our neighbours came and took the lives of the two pigs that will feed their family through the winter. The cheerful, brave little souls passed quickly and without distress, on home ground with friends and family near. One moment they were eating porridge and apples, and the next they were gone. No separation, no travel, no fear, no trauma. Tomorrow, the third pig goes. Another thirty or so chickens are feasting in what’s left of the garden, unknowingly reaching the end of their days. Less absolute but still sore are other losses – soon six of the goats, who we have fostered for friends, return to their people. One puppy of four has gone to his forever home; another leaves next week. And I can’t explain why this soul stays and this one goes, why dogs and cats are fed but not eaten and horses get forever homes while goats must leave, even on this farm. But I find that heavy worry and didactic reasoning doesn’t cure anything, and turning away from the world’s woes has never seemed to lighten them.

So today my exhaustion makes way for quiet celebration, and the sun shines and the barnyard calls. I open the pig gates and oust the swine from their afternoon nap. I demand that the goose join us; I call the chickens out; I summon the goats. I toss salmon roe to the chickens who revel in their fatty goodness. I take flax and alfalfa and spread it out for the herbivores. I bring crisp red apples from the cellar and dump them out in the snow. We are having a party for Big Boy’s last night on earth.

The horses hang on the fence, waiting for me to pitch them fruit to hunt in the snow and weeds. The barnyard hums with contented activity, eight species milling around in busy, light-hearted competition. This place holds us all, and Big Boy, our sweet pig born and raised and soon to die here, strides bright-eyed and easy through the snowy grass, rooting and foraging, and then flops on my lap, enormously, for one last cuddle. I thank him and love him fiercely, and let him go while holding him close. And think, there – if death came to me exactly now, swift and absolute, I’d be at peace with it. Let him be as well.

This life we are living together is not wildness in the common language, no – this is managed, this is predicted, this is orchestrated and tended and tamed to many degrees.

This is undeniably domestic, but its edges give way to truth. The rules remain the same. We all live, we all die, and we all do better when we are fed well, afforded some freedom, and able to express our deepest natures; animal and spiritual and whatever else is in between. The coyotes howl no matter how thick the walls. The darkness falls and the light reclaims. And everything is more vibrant when you remember you’re a part of it.

After Big Boy pig left this world, I went to the remaining pigs, and I thought, how do I carry this? How do I apologize or… explain this to them? My voluntary part in it, my choice to have him die…

They were snuggled up together, the energy was very low; I had kept them apart but let them see his body afterwards so they wouldn’t wonder. And as I reached out energetically, I got the answer. I said, “Yeah I’m so sad too. I can’t believe he’s gone.” And we flowed sadness between us. And I kept the complicated parts to myself, because they aren’t part of their world. And then they got up and came out into the field with me and rooted around, pausing over the frozen blood stain on the ground and then carrying on.

I had a round bale delivered into their shelter and when they came back, they were so excited and got to work pulling it apart to make a comfy bed. Here’s a video of them – they surprised me by appearing balanced and content, despite the recent deaths. Mama Pig actually carries mouthfuls of hay to place just so in her boudoir (I’ve also seen her lay hay over her sleeping children). Her small husband prods her affectionately. Everyone rejoices in the tasty green novelty. Life goes on.


 
p.s. The big snuffles are from my running nose because it’s dang cold!

A barefoot hoof trimmer, a singer/songwriter, an amateur farmer - these are some of the hats Kesia wears when she's not full to bursting with wondrous equine co-creation.
Rewilding the Herd – Last Night on Earth

34 thoughts on “Rewilding the Herd – Last Night on Earth

  • November 6, 2017 at 11:10 pm
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    There are so many lines in this one that just sing- “The coyotes howl no matter how thick the walls.”
    I love it. I’ve been thinking along these lines too. All of the complexities that run with this time of year- the time, traditionally, in subsistence and homesteading cultures, of slaughter- the hunt, the harvest; the taking of life from life so that yours can carry on. I love the thought of tying them together with halloween; the day of the dead; all of the ancestors who have fed us whose bones are not human…
    What do we have to offer in return? A thousand small ceremonies. A song sung to a river while your hands, plunged deep in icy cold, fill a water jug. A pebble placed on a leaf beside the trail.

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    • November 7, 2017 at 6:45 pm
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      Gosh but I have a lot of love for you, woman! Your heart and your word-songs fill me up. Just some of your many offerings to the world 🙂

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  • November 7, 2017 at 8:10 am
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    This was such a great read this morning with my coffee and the crisp California air. It’s still only 40ish in the morning here where I live and your stories always transport me to a different way, time and life. This life in all its glory is filled with complicated yet simplistic tasks that we all have to manage and wrap our brains and hearts around. I so appreciate hearing your perspective and also your truths about most people’s idea of wild…. yet like you said …it’s truly domestication at its core. The cycle of life is so complex & interesting and no one gets to escape it. I feel your journey is so authentic to you. Your writing comes across with so much heart and soul and I feel a bit more connected to this earth when I read about your exploration into trying to find balance and grace with your choices. Even though it might be a version of domestication It still seems to touch on wild ….or at least as close as most of us will ever get to it. Wild seems to be beautiful, scary, brutal, and yet peaceful all at the same time…your writing is such a glimps into that. Thanks for letting us all take an ongoing peek✌🏼️❤️🐴

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    • November 7, 2017 at 6:56 pm
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      Oh Michelle. It’s been hard in ways I didn’t ever imagine (along with all the ways I knew it would be) but when I remember to write about it and it makes sense to someone else then it kinda solidifies bits for me. That’s what I love about being able to share this stuff. Thank you thank you for your reply 🙂 <3

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  • November 7, 2017 at 12:09 pm
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    You have a choice and don’t need to kill to eat.

    The pigs don’t have that choice. No matter how you sugar coat this ‘killing’ and that is all you are doing to make it right in your mind, it isn’t kind to the pig. They know exactly what is going on. Just think about the 3rd pig who had to go through knowing what you are doing to his two family members and what is next for him. They know on a vibrational level what is up. Don’t kid yourself.

    How would you feel about killing a human family member and eating them because that was what society said was OK to do. Or how about in Korea where they kill and eat dogs because society says that is OK. There is no difference in my mind. Which dog are you going to choose for your meal tonight.

    These pigs are particularly smart mammals. That is to say it isn’t OK to kill dumber mammals.

    I find your articles just a way to justify what you are doing so you can feel OK.

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    • November 7, 2017 at 1:41 pm
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      Just wanted to say that I agree with everything you have written here Susan.

      And likewise when I eat a plant, I don’t kid myself that the worms, beetles, ants and their families did not know (on a physical and vibrational level) that I was killing them. I also don’t kid myself that the plant did not know I was killing it (and family members) for my food. We now have hard scientific proof that plants communicate with each other and show emotion and intelligence.

      Until we can convert sunlight directly into energy, we are ALL killing sentient life to feed ourselves. This article seems to me to be about the honesty and the owning of that killing.

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      • November 7, 2017 at 7:44 pm
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        Thanks for your honest response, Susan. I wrestle with all of this, along with what Jini has mentioned above, and I haven’t yet found a way out of the karmic wheel when I consider all life forms. If you have one I’d love to hear about it!

        There is no sugar that can coat the taking of a life; that is certainly not my intention.

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        • November 8, 2017 at 6:07 am
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          You seem to be a puppet at this point with you karmic wheel.
          It boils down to being a choice.

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        • November 8, 2017 at 8:33 am
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          I look at it this way. If you have to pull yourself away from the animals emotionally that are going to be killed then something in your heart and soul is speaking to you. You need to listen.

          If you can’t do the killing yourself and you are pulling away from the animals emotionally you shouldn’t be eating meat. You are being a hypocrite.

          In Europe they eat horse meat just like it was beef – no big deal to them. There is a big market for horse meat. If you are eating pigs, chickens etc, then you should also eat horse meat and dogs. There is no difference. It is a cultural thing in different parts of the world what they kill and eat.

          Why are you not eating your horses and dogs? Have you ever stopped to think of that?

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          • November 8, 2017 at 10:15 am
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            I think about how the animals I know treat death. My dogs and cats thoroughly enjoy hunting, playing with, killing, mice, rats, birds, moles, bunnies. There is no remorse or complications about taking another life for their food.

            But, they didn’t hunt or kill the guinea pigs that lived with us – even when they were loose on the back lawn. Is that because they felt they were part of our family, or because they knew WE would be upset?? I think more of the first option – because they don’t stop hunting a bird just because I get upset.

            So then what does that mean for us? Would animals themselves find it more ‘humane’ for us to NOT kill inner circle/family animals? But would it be okay (in their eyes/hearts) for us to kill the animals we didn’t have relationships with – beyond caregiver?

            If we take away the human/animal differential and we say, hey, we are ALL just earthlings and there are many species of earthlings that must eat meat (preferably raw) to thrive and reproduce, then that takes the conversation in a different direction.

        • November 8, 2017 at 4:20 pm
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          Kesia I am so sorry that Susan has decided to not become bigger then her ignorance and fears. For if she had truly read your post with an open heart she would have heard and felt the authenticity and sincerity in your words. And if she was going to be even bigger she might have learned some of the understanding you have come to develop in the great circle of life. She has obviously never stood in the shoes of someone who had to look at taking life. She probably hasn’t decided to live a self sustaining life either, and if she has, cudos to her! It was her decision to eat only plants – I’m wondering if that’s because it is easier for her to justify taking the life of a plant then an animal.

          I hope that you have no more negative feedback on this topic that, I believe, most people haven’t resolved within themselves. It’s just so easy to stick our heads in the sand and not truly see another’s side of the story. And Susan, if you are reading this post, I recommend Arnold Mindell’s books, any of them actually, but particulary ‘Working with the Dreaming Body’. This is not a book about life and death, but rather cause and effect – you might learn something!

          Also Susan, my husband and I manage a large cattle station in Central Australia. We take our responsibility very seriously. We are not some John Wayne type either! Every animal is chosen by mutual agreement – and only someone who has spent a lot of time becoming spiritually and emotionally mature are you able to do that truly. Every animal that we have taken the life of for meat has willingly, walked into the killing box. Like you said, these animals are extremely intelligent and their sensitivities allow them full knowledge of what has happened there before and what will happen to them now. You see they feel the vibration of what has happened and if they willingly walk into the box and quietly stand as my husband lovingly climbs to the top of the box, mummering his thanks and appreciation for this animal giving his life for us to live – would that not mean that this animal is at peace with what is about to happen to him? And that all animals who have gone in there before felt peace and serenity?

          And Susan, no I won’t be reading your reply, thank you!

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    • November 8, 2017 at 9:31 am
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      She has a choice and she is choosing to eat meat. You don’t know what pigs know, or plants know, or even what other people know. If you are upset by these articles I suggest you read something else that you can agree with whole heartedly without having to attack the author, whom you don’t know.

      I doubt your intention is to troll this thread, but reading your comments below makes me think you are changing the subject, and bringing attention to yourself and your own point of view. This is what trolling is. You are free to write a beautiful blog of your own.

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  • November 7, 2017 at 6:51 pm
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    beautiful writing on a complex, deep, post. thank you for putting it out there.

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  • November 7, 2017 at 6:53 pm
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    I meant to say deep TOPIC. Beautiful writing on a complex, deep, multilayered topic. Thank you for putting it out there.

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    • November 7, 2017 at 7:44 pm
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      Thanks for reading, Kate. I knew what you meant 🙂

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  • November 7, 2017 at 11:02 pm
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    Its never easy, and when I have killed an animal and eaten it there is that unsolvable paradox at the heart of it, killing to live.
    To love the animal and to be grateful for its life while at the same time being the agent of its death.

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    • November 8, 2017 at 8:34 am
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      The truth is we as humans have a choice. We don’t need to kill to live as you said above. It is a life style choice that you made.

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      • November 8, 2017 at 9:35 am
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        yes, as I said above, it is a choice. An informed, complex, nuanced and highly ethical choice. We do need to kill to live, whether plants, or animals, or little children and their parents in far-off countries who are absorbing toxins and shortening their lives as they assemble the goods we buy oh-so-cheaply.

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  • November 8, 2017 at 2:16 am
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    Reading that sent my gut into a knot of horror. Susan said it more eloquently than I could but like her I would say there is no difference whatsoever between killing and eating your pigs to killing and eating your dogs or horses and so, absolutely no way to logic or justify it.

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    • November 8, 2017 at 9:37 am
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      I’m sorry you were horrified by this beautiful and tragic story. I suggest you grow a pair and join us in this intricate dance that is life on this planet

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      • November 19, 2017 at 3:50 am
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        Lol. The identification of ‘growing a pair’ with strength? Ya might like to look at that one again. Thoughtful and well written piece but maybe do me the courtesy of allowing me my feelings about it without being needled into vulgar abuse. Just sayin’

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  • November 8, 2017 at 8:05 am
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    What a wonderful gift of honesty and vulnerability to share with your readers. I name and keep my laying hens after they have stopped laying and receive great joy from my conversations with them and gratitude for their large eggs. My meat birds are reaching the time where they will be entering my freezer and I also have the same conflicting thoughts of how I rationalize the different way I “care ” for them. Thank you for putting this struggle out in the open.

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  • November 8, 2017 at 8:50 am
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    the instant I opened the page, the tears burst ..I wrote and wrote,,, then it ‘disappeared’ ..oh,well ..I want to just pour my love and appreciation of your tender beauty right back into your burst open Heart. . oh, maybe I can re -write what it was ,,, but my Best Friend here, this wild old bearded Hafez guy, who all ways kisses me until I remember once again how god I AM,,, and then he tickles me and we dance and joke once more,,,, has this to say… (Besides the fact that he and I and the entire Cosmos are on our knees adoring your burst-open-ness…..”Buttering the Sky”;
    Slipping On my shoes,
    Boiling water,
    Toasting bread,
    Buttering the sky,
    (kissing goats and pigs pouring tears into the earth,)

    That ‘s enough contact
    With God in one day

    To make anyone
    Crazy.” Oh may we all be completely crazy by this world’s standards..,,may we all play well, in this Divine, wonder-full game. this life, on Earth. xoxooxo sheila

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    • November 8, 2017 at 9:39 am
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      what a lovely fabulous wonderful poem of a creature you are!

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  • November 8, 2017 at 11:53 am
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    Thank you for sharing your experience. I feel your struggle both physical and emotional. I grew up and worked long and hard on a farm and enjoyed and suffered and grew and was constantly appreciative and humbled even as a small child. I agree that in the universal picture there is no difference in what or who we are killing. We are all killing in order to live, even animal activists. But it does matter to each of us to not kill some and ok to kill others. We just need to do the best we can in what is right for us and that is what it sounds like you are doing. Keep on living and loving❤️

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  • November 8, 2017 at 2:54 pm
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    I really appreciate you writing about this difficult, difficult territory. I became vegetarian at 14, was a vegan for 8 years, have argued passionately for not requiring animals to give their bodies and lives to our food pleasures…. And yet as the years have rolled by, 44 of them in fact, I’ve seen more and more how it’s all a lot more complicated than black and white, right and wrong, and there is no moral high ground on which to stand. As you say, there are ethical issues around how any food is produced, and sadly there is no suffering/consequence free option. I think we are left needing to factor in as many facets of food production and distribution as we can and aim to minimise the harm we cause. I do believe there is a fundamental line between taking life and other sorts of harm, and the more the being is sentient and capable of suffering then the worse it is to take their life without very good cause. I agree that we can learn a lot about our relationship to sentient animal eating by noticing how we feel about the prospect of eating sentient animals that culturally we would not normally eat – for us that could be horses, dogs, cats. I feel that it is vital that we consider our eating options thoughtfully, that we do not take life lightly – and that we also recognise, as you so movingly do in this piece, that there is no simple answer that is pure, irreproachable, causes no harm. We can only do our best, in the ever changing context of our lives, to be honest about the consequences of our choices, to take responsibility for them, and to try to cause as little harm as we can and create as much good as possible.

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  • November 8, 2017 at 3:53 pm
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    Oh my gosh Kesia!! So beautifully said! Your eloquence and exactness in describing the indescribable was exquisitely perfect . I have struggled to, so much, to explain to those who are not connected to the earth, to their food, to anyone or thing much how we can love, honour, respect, raise our animals, plants and food with unconditional love meeting all of their needs as best we can – to then turn around and take their lives to sustain ours. You are right, in that moment of connecting with big boy, you are right, he died happy not knowing the pain so many other animals do in co-existing with people at this time.

    Thank you for bringing perspective, beauty, love, gratitude and harmony to my life this day.

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  • November 8, 2017 at 10:45 pm
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    oh goddesses this whole sharing here, all of it,, is a rich banquet of deep and de-lish-us human Be-ing ness. I want to honour the Wanting, the Longing , of all the Hearts I feel here. Kesia’s wanting to be Big Enough to hold it all, her wanting to participate with Heart fully open,,, yet feeling ‘not enough’, yet. I want to honour the wanting, the Longing of our tender, aching, Precious, Human-ness. the longing to Not Cause suffering. the longing to not want to kill other beings,, the longing to be Peace, to find some satisfactory, heart-assuaging re-assurance in this mish mash, perennial uncertainty of life on this Sacred Planet of Free Choice. our very longing, is enough. That we can feel the depths that we feel, is enough. it really is. Our very life, is enough. yet we struggle and strive for the Elusive…. something, what, this or that? and, it feels so good so juicy, this searching of the Self, probing the depths of the Heart. Because we must, we must keep mining these veins for the pure gold of Love, which we are made of, which runs in our veins. all of us. every cell, every quantum particle has the pure gold of god/love/light/divine/spirit in it. it’s why we ache, and long for, and want and need. I just want to be in gratitude, bowing, celebrating… as if it were the Last Night on Earth. Love to you all,, xoxoo sheila

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  • November 9, 2017 at 7:58 am
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    I agree with Susan, although Katanutta put it a lot nicer. People get all hot and bothered about horse slaughter and call it immoral, and wouldn’t even think of eating a dog or cat, and yet they will eat pork, chicken and beef. What makes a chicken, pig or cow less deserving of life than a horse or a dog? I have pet chickens, and the thought of eating one of them makes me sick, however, I can not dictate to someone else what they do with their chickens, because God has given us permission to eat meat. I am not going to judge Kesia for slaughtering her pigs and chickens, it is not a sin. At least her animals had dignity while they lived. Most of us go the comfortable grocery store and buy our prepackaged meat that comes in nice little squares and rectangles, without a thought from where it came from. That being said, any kind of slaughter saddens me. It is our fault that the world is in the mess it is in. In the beginning God made everything perfect. There was no pain, death, suffering or sadness.
    God created humans and animals to eat plants, fruit, nuts and seeds. Not each other. Adam and Eve disobeyed God and brought death and decay into the world. It was only later, because of human sin and disobedience that the eating of meat was permitted.

    Eating meat is not natural, and I look forward to the day when Jesus Christ, the savior of humankind, will come back and make all things new. We need Him because we have all sinned and broken God’s holy laws. We have all lied, been envious and jealous, wanted what does not belong to us, looked with lust, and hated others in our hearts. God sees hatred as murder. We are all guilty and will be sent to a place of darkness and torment, because God can’t allow sin in His presence. That is what we deserve. However, God so loved the world that He made a way for us to be forgiven of our sins against Him. He put on human flesh in the person of Jesus Christ, and allowed Himself to be sacrificed on our behalf, so that His shed blood would cleanse us of our sins against Him. If we turn from our sins and put our trust in Jesus Christ alone to save us, we will be granted eternal life in paradise. That means we must humble ourselves and admit we can’t do it on our own at all. We can never be good enough. Turn from and confess your sins to God. Trust in Christ alone today, please. You may not have tomorrow.

    Isaiah 11:6-9
    And the wolf will dwell with the lamb,
    And the leopard will lie down with the young goat,
    And the calf and the young lion and the fatling together;
    And a little boy will lead them.

    7Also the cow and the bear will graze,
    Their young will lie down together,
    And the lion will eat straw like the ox.

    8The nursing child will play by the hole of the cobra,
    And the weaned child will put his hand on the viper’s den.

    9They will not hurt or destroy in all My holy mountain,
    For the earth will be full of the knowledge of the LORD
    As the waters cover the sea.

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    • November 9, 2017 at 12:15 pm
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      And don’t forget that right after that idyllic interlude… “they will swoop down on the slopes of the Philistines on the west; together they will plunder the sons of the east; they will possess Edom and Moab; and the sons of Ammon will be subject to them. And the Lord will utterly destroy the tongue of the Sea of Egypt; and He will wave His hand over the River with His scorching Wind; and He will strike it into seven streams, and make men walk over dry-shod.” (Isaiah 11:14-15)

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  • November 9, 2017 at 12:59 pm
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    Yes, the wrath of God will come upon the unrepentant, wicked and they will go to a place of wailing and grinding of teeth. I can’t change anyone’s mind here, I am only responsible for warning people of the wrath to come. Jesus said “I am the way the truth and the life, no one comes to the Father except through Me. ” Jesus also said(John 3:36 )
    … “He who believes in the Son has eternal life; but he who does not obey the
    Son will not see life, but the wrath of God abides on him.” … Take it or leave it.The Bible tells us that the message of the cross is foolishness and a stumbling block to many. It is your choice if you choose the darkness rather than the light. I have conversed with some fierce atheists Jini, your reply is not surprising, I have heard it all. xoxoxo

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    • November 9, 2017 at 2:28 pm
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      Karen, everyone here is welcome to express their thoughts, feelings and opinions – no matter how divergent. We will only intervene if someone is blatantly shaming or name-calling others. I understand what it’s like to fear for and care deeply about others’ souls. I taught Sunday School for years, was an evangelist with Campus Crusade for Christ – and my driving motivator was not wanting others to suffer in hell, and to be able to experience the powerful relationship with God that I had. So I get it. And I’m not an atheist. Personally, I have moved beyond religion and dogma. I have left the church, but I have not left God, Jesus, or the Holy Spirit. I don’t expect you to agree with, or even understand my position. I’m good with that. I strive to hold only love and compassion for all belief systems.

      I too look forward to the time when none of us earthlings have to eat each other in order to live well. Perhaps this is evidence that plants are the most advanced sentient beings on our planet; as they can convert sunlight directly into energy and are the only creatures that don’t need to eat someone else to thrive.

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  • November 15, 2017 at 11:05 am
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    So very beautiful and heartfully written! I have tears streaming down my face right now as I am still fresh with the passing of 3 horses this year, one – my beloved Prowler and the other two not mine but still in my heart. Coming to peace with death, all death, that which we cause and that which we witness… is an art form that only truly living and feeling can manifest.

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    • November 20, 2017 at 9:04 pm
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      dear Jai, Kesia, all Beings here….thank you, for sharing your tender hearts, i honour your journey, your profound and vast coeur-age. it is a great, great honour, privilege and response-ability to participate in Life on Earth, to participate with a Being, in their transitioning from form to spirit, in their leave-taking of the body, in Be-coming Light. it is no small thing. May we come, to Peace. love to all….xoox sheila

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