by Psych SLW@aol.com
Sometime around the time the Beatles arrived on the
music scene, I arrived on Planet Earth. Delighted by the panoramic
wonderland of trees, birds, blue sky and little furry creatures running
through the grass, I thought that I was lucky to have landed on this
My disenchantment began when I started eating what our
culture calls "real food." I discovered, by asking my parents many
questions about "dinner," that the main course on my plate, was most
often skinned, dead, dismembered little furry or feathered creatures.
Shocked and nauseated, I began to push the carcasses to the edge of my
plate. Sometimes this stopped the repulsion, other times not. I was
taken to a Doctor who diagnosed a "nervous stomach."
School started. The smell of the cafeteria sent me
running to the restroom. Seen by the nurse, I was again diagnosed as
having a "nervous stomach." My mother was instructed to pack lunches.
The "comfort" of food from home might do the trick. At first, I found
dead, skinned little furry or feathered creatures hidden between two
slices of bread. They called this a "sandwich," and apparently everybody
loved these. I gagged, and was often sent home. When I got home, they
typically gave me a big glass of the pus laden liquid that is extracted
from cow udders to soothe my stomach, and were dismayed when this made
matters even worse.
"What is wrong with this child" they pondered? It took
the adults a long time to notice that I didn't gag on fruit, lettuce,
nuts any other food, just dead critters and their excretions!
My mother started packing a bag of veggies and fruits in
neat little baggies, and I enjoyed my lunch alone in a classroom, away
from the smells of the dead cows, chickens, and fish and rancid milk in
As the years past, the nausea dissipated, allowing me to
be a more social creature on this planet. I am now able to sit at a
table with another person who is slicing into a dead animal. As I write
that, I am somewhat disappointed in myself. But I am also grateful. I
enjoy and thrive on the company of others, even the omnivores, despite
our differences (unless of course, they mock or in some other way
disparage my vegetarianism).
My own process has given me insight into how others
assimilate into this strange and cruel culture.
As we get older, we tend to tune viceral sensations out,
and allow ourselves to be conditioned by social pressures to conform
(not to mention massive advertising campaigns sponsored by the greedy
animal product industries). The penalty for not conforming can be harsh.
Alienation is extremely unpleasant, and the push to abandon our
nonconformist principles consequently, quite strong. It takes great
strength to be the outsider. It takes great patience to wait for
alliances that are genuine, and that do not require you to abandon your
ideals. Each person must decide the degree to which they can conform
without losing themselves completely in the process.
One of the keys to survival of body/soul on this planet
is to constantly be aware of your viceral reactions. As physical
reactions are often dismissed as "nerves" or psychologized in some other
manner, a human being must be wise enough to see physical symptoms as
indicators that something is aberrant in their lifestyle and/or
environment and make the necessary adjustments. I strongly believe that
many major illness could be avoided if the early warning signs of
disequalibrium are acknowledged and acted upon. Of course some illness
is unavoidable, but symptoms may be lessened by a more astute awareness
of what feels "right" and what "doesn't"
Other people should be treated in a kind and
understanding manner, however one should not allow others to unduly
influence how we live our lives, unless they are honestly trying to
prevent us from harming ourselves or other people. We must realize that
alliances that are based on the lie of conformity are not genuine
relationships. Genuine relationships are based on acceptance and
respect, not control.
I am always hopeful that my vegetarianism serves to tune
others into the atrocity of the meat industry. I do not preach, as this
method is not only useless, but against my principals as well. I am
delighted to see vegetarian selections on menus and in supermarkets. I'm
happy to know that dead animals make other people's stomachs "nervous! "
too. It helps me to feel more connected and at home here on planet
Go on to Wasted
Research, Continued Torture
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