Meat is Food.

While I deeply appreciate and respect the sentiment from my vegetarian and vegan friends and family, in the unconditional truth of things
/ it speaks to kindness, but not to the whole design.
/ it reflects the heart — but not always the pattern.

Once you understand that every being chooses its own path
/ not just the shape of its body, but the circumstances of its birth,
the challenges, the curses and the blessings,
and also several set exit points,

/ something softens.

You stop needing everything to be fair.
You stop needing everything to be clean.
(even if it is to end up as someone else’s food)

Some lives are chosen to shine.
Others, to burn.
And some souls come here just to be devoured
/ by teeth, or time, or grief.

Every path is a soul contract / signed in silence.

You were not sent here to survive.
You were sent here to feel
and to leave behind a resonance that only your pain could tune.

Devoured or Devourer,
we come from unconditional love

and we will return to it— no matter the choices carved along the way.

We are not here to learn about love and light.

We are that. Permanently.
We came to learn pain.
To move through suffering, messiness, trauma, mistakes
/ and still find the beauty in the wreckage.

Your soul contracts, etched into the body of matter..

Each life is like a layer:

One life teaches humility.
Another: power
Another: loss, or joy, or silence.

All of it imprints the soul and subtly reconfigures the Merkaba.

You don’t just drift through illusion
/ you build the geometry through which you experience it.

And all of it can be messy or even destructive

Your Oversoul is experiencing all its fragments at once
/ some dreaming,
/ some dying,
some being eaten or killed,

some blooming.

some are a river
(to learn flow and surrender)

or a wind
(to learn presence without form)

And I am sure i get eaten thousands of times

tiny little pieces of your Oversoul can even inhabit a plant,
a legume or a fruit so you could also end up as food for a herbivore as well.

You upgrade you build your Merkaba
by integrating polarity, feeling duality,
through sacred practice by choosing alignment.
By holding contradiction without collapse
by weaving chaos into coherence
by letting the shadow teach you as much as the light.

This is the soul’s playground
/ a crucible where pain and beauty both sculpt us.

And when you’ve walked through the dark,

you get to see the light.

Though, would I save a small bird from my cat if I got the chance?
Of course I would.

And she does not like that.

Meat is Food.

While I deeply appreciate and respect the sentiment from my vegetarian and vegan friends and family, in the unconditional truth of things
/ it speaks to kindness, but not to the whole design.
/ it reflects the heart — but not always the pattern.

Once you understand that every being chooses its own path
/ not just the shape of its body, but the circumstances of its birth,
the challenges, the curses and the blessings,
and also several set exit points,

/ something softens.

You stop needing everything to be fair.
You stop needing everything to be clean.
(even if it is to end up as someone else’s food)

Some lives are chosen to shine.
Others, to burn.
And some souls come here just to be devoured
/ by teeth, or time, or grief.

Every path is a soul contract / signed in silence.

You were not sent here to survive.
You were sent here to feel
and to leave behind a resonance that only your pain could tune.

Devoured or Devourer,
we come from unconditional love

and we will return to it— no matter the choices carved along the way.

We are not here to learn about love and light.

We are that. Permanently.
We came to learn pain.
To move through suffering, messiness, trauma, mistakes
/ and still find the beauty in the wreckage.

Your soul contracts, etched into the body of matter..

Each life is like a layer:

One life teaches humility.
Another: power
Another: loss, or joy, or silence.

All of it imprints the soul and subtly reconfigures the Merkaba.

You don’t just drift through illusion
/ you build the geometry through which you experience it.

And all of it can be messy or even destructive

Your Oversoul is experiencing all its fragments at once
/ some dreaming,
/ some dying,
some being eaten or killed,

some blooming.

some are a river
(to learn flow and surrender)

or a wind
(to learn presence without form)

And I am sure i get eaten thousands of times

tiny little pieces of your Oversoul can even inhabit a plant,
a legume or a fruit so you could also end up as food for a herbivore as well.

You upgrade you build your Merkaba
by integrating polarity, feeling duality,
through sacred practice by choosing alignment.
By holding contradiction without collapse
by weaving chaos into coherence
by letting the shadow teach you as much as the light.

This is the soul’s playground
/ a crucible where pain and beauty both sculpt us.

And when you’ve walked through the dark,

you get to see the light.

Though, would I save a small bird from my cat if I got the chance?
Of course I would.

And she does not like that.