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The Beast part I

First a note: 70%-80% of our Antibiotic sales in America are used for livestock (New York Times March 24, 2018 Business Day section). Even when they do not need it, they get it.
I imagine a beast that is unnatural to what we know to exist was created by our God. Not a Lion in the savanna, or a gorilla in the jungle, but one that is created by a mad scientist or an experiment gone wrong. In our case it is both of the latter. But this one doesn’t appear as a beast to us, but has certainly become one.
Over the last century and a half, I would say we have allowed our everyday life to feed the beast. It does not care or feel, but it is a conniving, uncaring and a misdirecting and industrious beast. It grew slowly and unnoticed for many years. People would speak of it without knowing it even existed; “this food taste funny”, “my sister has breast cancer”, ‘my father has stomach cancer’, “my son is allergic to peanuts”, “why can’t I focus”, “I’m so tired all the time”, “my crop failed”, “our water is making us sick”… and the list can go on and on.
This beast consumes. Our land, our water and poisons the air we breathe, and the food we eat and even species of life on our earth. Then it expands it destructive path to us, as cancer, diabetes, various childhood syndromes and behavioral abnormalities become commonplace. And our focus is on tolerating it and attending to these issues instead of its source, which must be done because we care for those whom it effects.
The beast is not satisfied nor unsatisfied, it just is. Although it is looked up to and considered “Best Practice”, or efficient for a growing population and busy populous. And then, this is when the metamorphosis of the beast occurs. The people that created it have newer generations seeing an opportunity exploit the beast further. A cocoon for the beast is created, hiding it even more while it gets bigger and stronger and deadlier. The opportunists think they can control it. But like a monster in a “b” move (I thing of “The Blob” where absorbs us and we cannot escape it, and it grows. It is becoming indestructible. Its eyes are everywhere and grasp on human-kind is nearly inescapable.
The beast has now a benefactor (the opportunists) in the human race, lawyers, doctors, politicians, industry leaders and billionaires, all wanting to make a profit, and believing all the while they are safe from the beast. The emergence from the cocoon now has a face of humanity and appears to exist right alongside of us, in our homes, on our TV and in our social media; like it always meant to be part of it. And we (not all of us) welcome it. We are tolerant of it.
Generations, the newest of them and many of the not so new have developed into accepting and tolerable subjects that support the beast (or are too busy with ensuring their instant gratification). Accepting what is available to eat and drink, as if it couldn’t possibly hurt us (“or someone would say so, wouldn’t they?”), and will always be there and is magically renewable. And while, taking up the struggle on be behalf of the beast without even knowing it. We struggle to stifle others speech, we struggle to fight the pharmaceutical industry for high priced drugs that “conceal” our pain and suffering from the effects of the beast, instead of looking at the beast (and ourselves for creating it) to see how it got here in the first place.
You can say the beast is a form of satan in the biblical sense. It lies, misleads, is causes people to fight each other on behalf of it. All the while is has no concern over the outcome, because it knows if you are distracted and focused on something other than God, it, he wins.

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Raised on a 20 acre farm with all the animals in rural Indiana. I picked up rocks out of farm field before planting season, cooked in a pancake house for a couple years, worked in a factory, joined the Navy, back to the factory then College. I took for granted the simple natural (and unnatural) foods we grew that we raised, and the snacks and cereals we bought. I had a hard working mother I love, even now that she is gone, and a there but not there father. It went by so fast. I sincerely believe we can reintroduce the local farms that sustain and bring together communities. I am looking for sincere individuals to assist me with pursuing my passion to bring a business model to community, prove concept and make it work. Then reeducate the generations.

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