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Why
Raw Food?
by
Arnold (originally appeared on Arnold'sWay.Com)
As part of the
web site, one question asked of me was “Why Raw food?” Which to me is almost
like saying, why breath, why live, why be? There is almost no choice in the matter. It
does not make sense to heat food from the earth, with all its richness, and then destroy
it by processing. We being man, the most so called advanced of all living creatures the
ones with the largest brain, have the least sense when it comes to dietary choice. No
other animal destroys their food before eating it. I frantically search for a word that
would drive this point home.
“The
consideration of man’s body has not changed to meet the new conditions of this
artificial environment that has replaced his natural one. The result is that o perceptual
discord between man and his environment. The effect of this discord is a general
deterioration of man’s body, the symptoms of which are termed ‘disease.’”
Professor Hilton Hotema.
Man’s Higher Consciousness
Do we run to the coffee shop to
meditate on this statement? What is that about? Boiling water at 200 degrees and put it
down our throat, where cells are trying to hide from the barrage of boiling liquid! Do we
stop at a donut shop and buy one of those sugar coated, flour-enriched hole shaped, with
absolutely no value in nutrition! And honestly say that this is normal? Which by most
standard the answer can be yes. The question is not of out mind and intellect, but that of
our body’s wisdom.
The flour of the
dough, totally processed in an uncooked state could not possibly be digested. There is
somehow the inkling of why raw – only raw should if it cannot be eaten in a raw
state, why eat it?
Do I as a
researcher have to review every food item, and list the foulness f its origin, so you as
the reader understand the very nature of truth within us?
Dr. George
Schuller, in his incredible book “Year of the Gorilla,” describes “I
never saw gorillas eat animal matter in the wild, no birds eggs, insects, mice or other
creature. What does this all mean? We as people are given a body that reeks of magical
Brilliance. It is of perfection, that is genetically designed to grow, to glow, to shin in
a world that test abdominal (you like that world) birthright for to happen from birth to
death.”
As the writing of
why raw became preponderance rather than the preponderance of cooked foods becomes
preposterous. We are the creatures of god who were born of no heating devise within
ourselves. We were the creatures of god whose cells of one are joined by many. Each with a
purpose, each with direction. For a cell of one, is home to the many. The life force of
raw versus the life force of cooked.
We walk the
streets. We noticed the stores, people walking, watching, seeing, what is good, what is
bad. There is a life out there. And everything becomes blind. We wanted the TV and ice
cream advertised. The hamburger is sold as a chance to be playing by its side.
Are we becoming a
host tribe of Israel and not seeing the consequence of choice?
The cows grazing
peacefully in the meadow while cancer becomes the death of every two? Hair falling out,
people crying. There is no shame. Lines forming for eating waffles that become the only
food for eating breakfast today? Loads of white glue forming within. The brain becomes
foggy, cells clogging. There is no air, and tiredness by age 45 becomes the thing. We cry,
we weep, cancer at age 45, leukemia at 15, disabled and asthma affecting millions of kids.
We enter the convenience store. We walk the aisle picking chips, picking pretzels, hold
the coffee please. We wonder why raw, why disease. Its oblivion to all, no one, absolutely
no one says a thing. I can’t raise my voice. My pen aides in silence. A proof of
cooked food means nothing inside the hospital wards. The statistics mount, cancer, heart
disease. Words of hunger don’t hit the street till hoagies weep, and pizzas are
thrown out the door.
People standing
quietly without reclaim. It’s dangerous to realize that the choice between raw and
cooked is so easy. To live free, happy and vibrant, without care, without ever worrying
that disease is not possible on a 100% raw diet.
And the streets
are lined with stores and many a chance for dead food. Only what is truth, only what is
possible, becomes the only way for being free, for being thin, for being raw with no
regret. I walk the streets with a vibrant step, with a clear eye. A thirty one inch waist,
black hair, and no wrinkles in fact, and never wondering never questioning why being all
raw is my only choice.
The albatrosses of
gravitational pull hang around the neck. An infinite resolution of directional pull stems
from every which way. As man speaks, as man eats a truth of what “is” takes
hold. Flowers blooming, sun shining, children playing ball. Is there a truth that governs
these cycles of play? As the cows graze upon the fields of green, and children use their
hands in prayer, rather than looking for their next prey. We channel our energies to be
happy. Not for killing the peaceful coexistence. I send prayer to those that play, to
those that want to survive, but wish that someday that to kill animals for food will be
learnt that not is the way.
Why raw, why
peace, why disease free. Why love, why hope is one and the same.
~Thank you for
your time. |
