A doped-up, miserable cow doesn't have a really inspiring aura. At least it is energetically alive. Frankenburgers and Frankenmilk might just as well be imported from Mars. Energetically, they are completely bizarre.
Here, intrepid aura reader Rose Rosetree explains further why she believes it is vital that consumers fight the FDA's ruling about cloned beef, pork, and goats.
For the last few days, I've been sounding the alarm about the FDA's legalization of cloned cows, pigs and goats. My paper, The Washington Post, carried this story on Wednesday, January 16, placing the article on page three, underneath the "way more important story" that the local Red Cross office would cut some staff.
Who cares about having cloned meat enter the food supply unlabeled? Who is protesting?
Not my newspaper, where all I've seen since was one short letter to the editor. England, now there people have been protesting about our decision. Americans, gee, why would we bother?
In the European Union, you won't find some of our beloved and questionable preservatives, like BHA and BHT. You won't be able to buy milk from cows who have been crazed by doping them to produce unnatural quantities of milk. Europeans get it. Evidently good quality and common sense matter more than greed.
Maybe the cause is their collective memory, dating back to the Roman empire. One reason it fell, historians say, was the style of plumbing. Lead in the pipes, who cares?
NO AURA IN CLONED ANIMALS, ALSO NO BIG DEAL?
If you read auras, read the aura of Dolly, the cloned sheep. I believe the technical term for what you'll get is "Yeeeccccchhhhhh." You certainly won't find an aura. That's the point. Cloned animals are machines. Is eating machines good for a person energetically? Unless we protest, we'll find out soon enough, won't we?
Since I started having conversations on this topic, many people have said, in effect, "No big deal." They don't eat meat themselves. They never drink milk. They're appalled at all the cruelty foisted on our steroid-doped, hormone-doped non-organic cows. They don't see cloning as very different.
Well, they're wrong. A doped-up, miserable cow doesn't have a really inspiring aura. At least it is energetically alive. Frankenburgers and Frankenmilk might just as well be imported from Mars. Energetically, they are completely bizarre.
My friend Neville Johnson saw cloned cows one day while driving on a country road in Virginia. First he saw one calf with a cute little white patch on her face. Then Neville looked up and saw the rest of the herd, every single animal carrying that quirky little white patch.
His comment was: "Once people eat animals like this, or drink their milk, we're going to see neurological diseases that make Parkinson's look like a picnic."
KOS-CROWD, I'd like to conclude today's diary with a request. I've been doing my best for the last few days to comment back to those who have written about my diary. I bring my manners with me when I write, or at least I try to.
Well, it has been a pretty shocking education, reading the so-called comments to my diaries. I used to assume that my fellow liberals were civilized. Frankly, I've never encountered such crude, disrespectful comments. Hello! I've had it with picking my way among the minefields. So let's try this experiment.
If you have a comment where the intended audience includes ME, the diarist -- when you have a question or comment that is sincere, would you please preface it with a question mark? (Like a Spanish question at the start, only here we don't have the upside-down question mark symbol.)
Otherwise, absolutely exercise your First Amendment right to free speech. Attach your comments to my diary, sure. But don't start them with a ? and that way I will avoid the nasty, self-preening and gratuitously insulting words that so many of you feel compelled to write. Show off at will, only don't flatter yourself that it is going to be received as a conversation with me.