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The George and Sally Broccolich Story

Hello!

We are George and Sally Broccolich, and we have an amazing story to tell – one that we are surely destined to tell the world! One that, the heavens only know why, George and I experienced, and lived to tell about. Before I recount our story, I have to let you know that George and I lived a rather routine middle-class life before our life-changing experience. I was raised on a farm in Kansas, and George is originally from Poughkeepsie, NY. A strange match, indeed, but it works for us. I like his urban air, and he says he likes my down home logic. (It’s probably good that I’m in George’s life, because he only believes what he reads – you know the kind, don’t you? If they read something that sounds smart, they’ll believe it hook, line and sinker.) I always have to remind him, “Think for yourself, George! For God’s sake, you have your own mind… use it!”

 

                       (George & Sally Broccolich)

Prior to our experience, we loved to eat meat – beef and pork in particular. Everyone was telling us, “Eat chicken! It is better for you!  You don’t get all that trans-fat stuff! But George and I loved our hamburgers, roasts, and steaks, and especially our breakfast bacon and sausages. All eating revolved around meat. Oh, don’t get me wrong – we ate chicken, too! Chicken salad, fried chicken, roast chicken, buffalo wings, you name it. Every day revolved around what meat we would eat, and what we would eat with it. Certain vegetables (especially potatoes), breads, and other side dishes were planned around the meat of the day.

I would watch George’s diet, though. He has heart disease in his family – clogged arteries and such. I would make sure he ate all of those things in that food pyramid all the experts say you’re supposed to follow. I’d die if something would happen to George! He’s all I have, you know. I was married once before and I have two kids – a boy and a girl – Elvis and Priscilla – but they’ve moved on in their lives.  All that “normal living” was before the “the event.” We are now what you call vegans – We don’t eat any kind of meat, fish, eggs or dairy.  And you’ll understand why when you hear our story.

Are you ready? Well, here goes.

George and I live in Dubuque, Iowa. Last July, we were on our yearly trip to visit George’s relatives Poughkeepsie. I was driving, of course.  George likes to sleep in the car. However I have a way of getting lost when I drive. Usually George helps me get on the right highway before he goes to sleep, but this time, he was out like a light. I must have made a wrong turn. I thought the countryside looked different from the other times we had made the trip, but with me, you never know.  About two hours into our driving, I noticed this horrid odor! I was raised on a farm with some cattle, and I knew what animal waste smelled like! I could tell it had rained recently, and the air was “close,” as my mom used to say. Ugggh! This smell literally took my breath away! I sped up as fast as I could to put distance between us and that horrible stench. I had to travel about two miles before I could take a breath through my nose again!

It was now evident that I was on the wrong road to Poughkeepsie, and boy, did I hate to wake up George to get us back on track! I knew what he was going to say before he said it, since I’d heard it about 100 times before. “How many times do I have to tell you to read the (blankety blank) map, Sally! You’ve been here 100 times, and still you can’t remember where to turn? Keep your mind on what you’re doing, for God’s sake!”

I pulled over and sat there about five minutes before braving the inevitable row with George. Then I thought, “I won’t wake up George – I’ll just go back the same way I came until I see the US 20 highway sign!” I was feeling brave that day. George was right. I could do it if I paid attention.

I carefully turned the car around and began to head back. “Oh, good grief!” I thought, “I’m going to have to pass the feedlot another time!” I could just see George waking up to that awful smell and be loaded for bear because I got lost again.

The overwhelming smells returned, and I prepared to speed up as much as I dared to, it being an unfamiliar road and all. Just as I accelerated the car, something absolutely unimaginable happened. The engine began to cough and sputter! It went up and died right at the sign “Simpson’s Feed Lot, (arrow), 1 mile.”

Now I knew I was really in for it. I had to wake up George, who slept with his mouth open, so probably wasn’t getting the full aromatic onslaught – at least not yet. I tried to start the car, and of course the engine was deader than a doornail!

“George…” I said, gently shaking him. “George, Poopsie… The car died and won’t start. George… ” “Huh? What?” The look on George’s face was almost worth what lay ahead for me! I’ve never seen such a puckered sourpuss mug before!  He was definitely aware of the odors now.

“Where the (blank) are we?”

“George, now before you get mad, just listen, okay? I missed the Hwy 20 exit, I think. And I didn’t realize it until I passed this feedlot. I knew we had never come past one of these before… So I was going to fix it. I was going to do what you’ve told me time and time again – I was going to keep my mind on what I’m doing. I thought if I went back, I’d find the Hwy 20 exit, and I wouldn’t have to wake you up… But George, the car died right here, and it won’t start again!” “Sally, do you have any idea where we are?” “Well, I know we are at Simpson’s Feedlot!” We just need to find out where that is, and we’ll know where we are!” George wasn’t in the mood for my brand of logic, however I knew that we weren’t lost.

George got out of the car and scooted me over to the passenger’s seat. He tried to start the car, but it did what it had done when I tried to start it… grind, grind, grind.

After a long diatribe of four - six lettered words, he put his head on the steering wheel and looked like a beaten man. I know what he is thinking when he looks like that… “How did I ever end up with such a dingbat for a wife!” That’s when I stay out of his way, because I know he thinks everything that is happening is my fault. Of course, I’m thinking back, “He could have driven! Or at least stayed awake long enough to get me on the right highway!”

“Didn’t it occur to you, Sally, that a country road could not be Highway 20?”

I didn’t bother to answer. If the truth be known, I was thinking about something else all together, and that fact would make him furious.  We tried 911 on the cell phones, and there was no signal. This made George even more furious with me… “Let’s just deal with what we have to deal with, okay?” I said. “We’re going to have to walk to Simpson’s Feedlot to get help.” I tore up tissues to stick up our noses to help with the stench! Yet, both of our eyes would water, like we were in the midst of pure ammonia. It had to be the longest mile ever walked!

SIMPSON’S FEEDLOT & SLAUGHTER HOUSE

It was a hot, muggy July day. We could hear the cattle before we could see any signs of them. I could tell they were miserable. I’d heard similar sounds growing up on the farm, when it was branding day, when calves were separated from their moms, or when something threatened the herd or threatened the baby calves. Only these sounds were one thousand times worse. My heart was breaking. I knew better than to say anything to George, though. I don’t think I’d seen him quite this angry before.

But here George and I were, eyes watering from the toxic fumes of ammonia and whatever else was in the air, noses plugged with tissue balls to keep the stench out, and I’m wanting to sob because of the misery and suffering I hear in the cries of the cattle. I figured they were getting loads ready for slaughter because of the sounds we were hearing, but we walked on, because we had no choice. After agonizing minutes of walking, we finally saw the lot. Six huge dirt pens held hundreds of head of cattle! They were packed so tight that they couldn’t move. Some were being packed into trucks with even less room to move than in the dirt pens. Still the misery and suffering sounds made by the cows continued. The trucks were taking the cows to a large white building with three holding pens.  George and I walked up to a man who was helping to load the cattle.  He had a filtered mask over his nose and mouth and was wearing goggles. We told him that we had car trouble a mile down the road, and could we use a phone to call a tow? The man pointed to the office, a mobile home set up on the other side of the pens. As we began to walk toward that building, I felt like all of the cows’ eyes upon me, and they were begging me to help them!

“Walk on,” I told myself. “We have to get to the office to get help.” I

recall getting to the door, and then I remember saying something

unintelligible and falling to the ground. What happened then was down

right epiphonal, if there is such a word. Life changed at that exact

moment for George and me. Let me tell you what happened…

THE EPIPHONY

I fainted dead away. We reached the mobile home where two haggard-looking men greeted us kindly. While George was asking to use their phone to call for a tow, I fainted right there on the spot.  I swear I heard celestial music playing! There were bells and flutes and singing angel voices. And they seemed to be ushering in something or someone. I’ll tell you, it was absolutely breath taking! I remember thinking, how many angels and whatever else was present would it take to make this music! It took me a little while to finally come up with the probability that I had died, but that was okay. If I could just listen to this music forever, I definitely didn’t mind!  Then, all of a sudden, the blue and pink and purple and gold clouds parted, and right smack dab in the middle of it all was a golden calf!  He was so beautiful, I tell you! He had the most gentle eyes. The golden calf kind of floated right up to me, and with the look of God, said, “Hello, Imogene. You’re late… We’ve been waiting for you.” Well, I didn’t know who Imogene was, but then I thought maybe they change your name when you die. I hadn’t been to church since I was a kid -but I listened to Jim and Tammy Faye when they were the thing for a while. I didn’t remember them ever saying anything about changing your name. I thought I’d better say something back to this celestial being, even though he was calling me Imogene. And you know, right then I didn’t even remember my name! “Okay,” I thought – “I guess I’m Imogene!”

“We have much to talk about, and there isn’t a lot of time.” The golden calf spoke without moving its lips.

“You must speak out loudly to the humans on the earth that they are injuring themselves and their world, as well as the gentle souls you know as cows, pigs, chickens, lambs and fish! If they do not stop the harvesting animals for food sources, all the apocalyptical predictions will come true.”

Well, that didn’t make any sense to me, and my face must have shown my disbelief. The Golden Calf then beckoned to me, “Come!” Together we flew up high above the earth, and when I looked down, I could see Simpson’s Feedlot, but not really. There was an acid-looking fog coming from the place, and it was almost reaching to where we were. It was that strange bubbling that happens when acid is burning something. That fog was scorching the air and ground – and it was spreading.

“Oh my goodness!” I said, “Look what Simpson’s Feedlot is doing to the countryside. Is that what we were smelling? Is that happening because of the livestock waste?”

The Golden Calf nodded his head. “Oh, Imogene, we have only scratched the surface,” he said, looking at me with those soft, kind brown eyes. He raised his left front hoof. All of a sudden I saw and heard the heads of cattle. They were sick and miserable. They wanted to go into the fields, but instead they knew (yes, they absolutely knew!) they were going to the slaughterhouse. Their dread and longing for the freedom of the pastures seemed to turn their bodies… how do I describe what I saw in them – I guess “rancid” would be the closest word that describes it. Only it was far worse than “rancid.” They were sick before – their hearts and lungs and liver – and everything else - were brown and engorged. Everything looked squished and uncomfortable. Now this rancidness turned everything… beyond ill.

Just above the cows I then saw the Nazi concentration camps – people in the pens, all of them knew they were going to die in the ovens.  Their bodies looked the same way – their fear, anger and sadness were equal to the cows’. It was strange, though. The people were starving, and these cows were stuffed with chemicals and food, but it didn’t seem that different to me. At the same time, I heard these angry human and cow voices crying out to the heavens, “Why is this happening? What have we done to deserve this? Help us!” Let me tell you, my heart was breaking right in two! I wanted to go down there to Simpson’s Feedlot, open the gates and lead those poor cows to the nearest pasture! The Golden Calf seemed to know what I wanted to do. He looked at me and said, “That won’t solve anything, Imogene.”

Just then I saw thousands of feedlots and slaughterhouses all over the world. The acid fog was almost consuming our earth, and the voices of - not only cows - but also of pigs, chickens, fish, sheep, goats, and other animals were saying the same thing, “Why is this happening?  Help us!”

I’d seen enough, and I really wanted to not have seen what I saw. I felt sick, and I knew that I unknowingly had taken part in something that was sickness itself. I turned to The Golden Calf and asked him how we had gotten so off track. He said it had taken a very long time, and it seemed to be human nature to not see a problem unless disaster is imminent. The Golden Calf then said that humans can work miracles at the brink of disaster, and that he didn’t doubt for a minute that the catastrophe that is about to happen can be averted if humans works together in compassion and in science.  By now, I was furious at us humans! How could we be so selfish? How could we be so uncaring and cruel? Again, The Golden Calf gently looked at me and said, “Remember, Imogene, you must have compassion for your own kind, also! Humans are also suffering greatly because of the state of affairs! The non-human animals that are destined for slaughter are sad, confused and terrified. Humans, on the other hand are asleep. Many do not know that their world is coming very close to not being able to support their existence! Animals are far more attuned to these happenings.”

“Why are you showing me all of these things?” I asked my new beautiful and kind friend.

“Because, Imogene, you are a part of the solution. You will figure out how to help turn the tide. There are several of you, and you will know when you meet another. It will be like seeing an old friend again!” I asked, “But what do I do? I don’t know how to do anything! I’m not smart, and I don’t really want to be smart.”

“You’ll figure it out, Imogene. We’ll help you, too. You’re not alone… There is one more thing you must do before you return to your current life. You must meet the Brotherherd.”

“The Brotherherd?” I said.

“Yes, The Brotherherd knows you very well, and will be a big part in the unfolding of your work… Come this way.” We rose, like in an elevator, and there, across a bridge with three golden arches, were 11 golden animals – The Golden Calf made 12. I remember their kind, loving eyes, and that’s all that I remember. I began to spin around and around, and I tried to grasp onto something so I would quit. I reached out, and grabbed hold of something – I thought it might be The Golden Calf, but low and behold, it was George! I was back.

For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, but it didn’t take me long to figure it out. The assaulting stench seemed even worse!  “George, we got to leave right now!” I whispered to him. He was looking at me like I had come back from the dead. “Right now, George! We have to get out of here, right this instant!” I looked up and saw five concerned faces staring down at me. I wanted to go back to the golden world, but I also saw how concerned and caring these five men were who worked at the feedlot. I was so confused, and I wanted to tell George everything. But how do you even start?

One of the men was the feedlot veterinarian, and he was arranging to take me to the hospital. I told him that I was okay, and that if I could just have a bottle of water, I’d be fine. It wasn’t more than five seconds, when one was being handed to me. It was cold and bracing.  Water never tasted so good! After I downed one, another was handed to me. After sitting for a few minutes, with George’s and one of the men’s help, I felt stable enough to get to my feet.  Everything then was just a blur. I remember one of the men helping me in the backseat a huge white pickup that said 4x4. George got in the passenger seat, and I vaguely remember them talking as he drove us to our car. The man driving was giving George directions how to get back to the highway, and he was telling George that the tow truck would arrive in about ½ hours time. Both of them both kept glancing at me in the rear seat. At first I thought it was because they were concerned for my wellbeing, but then I saw that George was looking at me like he was seeing a ghost. Actually, he looked like a ghost himself.  We arrived at our car, and the man and George got out to try to start it. Oddly, it started right off. Somehow I knew that it would, because I think we were meant to be at that feedlot. George pulled out his cell phone and looked shocked that he had a signal again. The man handed him a yellow sheet torn out of the phone book yellow pages.  Obviously George was cancelling the tow. When he was finished, George shook the man’s hand, and both came to fetch me out of the pickup truck’s back seat.

I was so thankful for that man, and the caring look in his eyes that was almost as heartwarming as The Golden Calf’s. He gave us both another bottle of water, and handed George a business card. “Call,” he said, “if you have any other problems.”

We were finally on our way. George just looked at me, and I just looked at him. Finally he asked, “You know, we all thought you had died! Sal, you stopped breathing back there. Are you alright?” “I don’t know, George… You won’t believe what happened to me back there – you just won’t believe.”

THE RIDE TO POUGHKEEPSIE

I had wandered about 70 miles from the Hwy 20 exit. It didn’t seem that far, but the whole day didn’t jive with what was “normal.” It felt like we had entered another world or something. Even when we were back in the car and heading back toward the road to Poughkeepsie, what was outside the car didn’t even seem quite right. I would swear that if I asked a tree a question, it would answer. That’s how strange things were! Of course, I didn’t tell George my notion that I probably could converse with trees, but he knew something was up. I thought I’d better tell him about everything before we both went crazier than we seemed to be already.

I started to tell George about the golden calf and what I saw. The more I talked, the paler he became. I was worried that George wouldn’t believe me, but he didn’t seem to doubt what I was telling him. I love to fill people in on things, but there’s one thing that George knows about me – I don’t make things up.

I told him about the acid fog, the cows’ dread and terror, and what they were sending up to the heavens. I told him about the state of our world, and what eating the meat of that livestock was doing to our bodies and minds – and their bodies, minds and hearts. I told him about how The Golden Calf kept calling me “Imogene” (and that made George look at me like I’d lost my mind!), and he said I was one of several that could help the world. I told him about the Brotherherd.  “George, I have to tell you that I didn’t really want to come back. The Golden Calf and the others were so kind and loving! They glowed, sort of like lightning bugs do… I don’t know where I went, but I’ve never felt more cared about. They seemed so smart and wise… and they were animals!”

Miles ticked off so quickly! We were halfway to Poughkeepsie before we realized we hadn’t eaten. We pulled into a Denny’s for a good sitdown meal, and – can you guess what happened when we looked at the menu? George and I looked up at each other, and we both felt absolutely nauseous! Pictures of sausage, bacon, steak, hamburger, chicken patties, chicken fingers, and fried chicken stared back at us.  George was able to stay seated, but I raced to the bathroom, knowing that any moment I would upchuck.

As I stood over the sink, I held a moistened paper towel over my eyes and face. The coolness felt so good! I realized that I hadn’t even thought about how I looked after my bizarre day. Peaking in the mirror almost brought back the nausea – Oh, my goodness! I was a wreck of a sight. My face was covered with dust, and now mud, since I added water to the mix. My eyes were bloodshot, and my eye makeup was all over my face.

I cleaned myself up as much as I could and looked at myself again. I felt absolute disgust! How could I have not realized all of this? It was so clear now – where in the heck was my head all these years? I was furious with me, and I was furious at everyone else that walked upright, too. How could we have done this, to animals and ourselves –heck, even to our world! Who do we think we are, anyway!  “Well Sally… or Imogene… or whoever you are, you’ve got work to do!” I said as I peered at what seemed to be a stranger. “I don’t know how it’s going to be pulled off, but we’ll find a way.” All of a sudden, as I stood there, I felt as though the wind was lifting me up and I was light as a feather! In the mirror was The Golden Calf, and behind him – just vaguely, I could make out what looked like the Brotherherd. I was shocked that I wasn’t shocked to see them there.  We just looked in each other’s eyes for a long time, and then The Golden Calf and those behind him faded away.  The arrival of another woman coming through the restroom door further brought me back to earth. I finished cleaning up and rushed back to George.

“George, you might want to seriously consider divorcing me, “ I said, as I slid into my side of the booth. “Not only am I going to not eat meat or anything animal, I’m going to take up the cause.” George looked even more pale than he had in the car. “Let’s eat,” he finally said. We ordered pancakes and maple syrup with orange juice and coffee.

For the first time, since we’d left the feedlot, we didn’t have anything to say to each other. Actually, we rode all the way to Poughkeepsie without really talking. George drove, and that in itself spoke volumes.  He never drove to Poughkeepsie. He drove every day for his sales job, and I always tried to help out when we went anywhere, which was when we traveled to Poughkeepsie.

The silence wasn’t all bad, though. I thought I’d be able to rest. But every time I’d close my eyes, I’d either see George’s pale face and concerned eyes, or I’d see The Golden Calf and the very hint of the Brotherherd smiling warmly and gently. There was one time I actually thought that maybe he was talking to me, but my mind was shutting out what he was saying! I started to realize that when The Golden Calf seemed to be talking, George’s concerned face would come floating in and replace The Golden Calf. This left me irritated and disgruntled, and needless to say, I didn’t get a lot of resting done!  “Okay,” I thought. “I’ll try something. The next time I saw The Golden Calf and George floated in, I would talk to George. I’d ask him to wait over to the side so I could see both of them.” I closed my eyes, and actually, I think I dozed for a few minutes.  When I came to, I was in that dream state, you know – when you’ve just woken up and you’re sort of here, sort of not? Sure enough, The Golden Calf floated in. I remained focused on him, ready for him to say something. Then, as had happened before, George drifted into the picture. Here was my chance.

“George,” I said in my head, in my nicest voice. “Would you mind just waiting over there for a moment? I want to know you are there, but I think we both need to hear what The Golden Calf has to say.” In my “sort of” dream state, George just seemed to glide over to the side, and, what was important to me, didn’t seem to mind. Actually, he wasn’t pale anymore, and he didn’t have that concerned look on his face. He seemed content and happy. “Oh, Happy Days!” I thought. “It worked.”

The Golden Calf returned, and he was no longer facing just me. He seemed to be seeing both George and me at the same time. He spoke, and I think we both heard him!

“Greetings, Imogene and George!” The Golden Calf said.  “We are very pleased that both of you are here!” When he said, “we,” I saw another beautiful golden cow that was obviously a female standing by The Golden Calf. She didn’t speak, but I was sure she would. She seemed like she had lots to say.

“The work has now already begun.” The Golden Calf continued.” “First of all, we will first be concentrating on developing both of your relevant talents and skills… Are you ready?” I saw George looking very much like he was, and that made me doubly ready.

“First of all, Imogene,” The Golden Calf began, “you must begin to use your hair like an antenna. We are able to make a good connection at this time because we are using the automobile antenna. But you need to practice using your hair to heighten reception with us… Play with positioning and repositioning your hair. You will be amazed at the results!”

I looked over at George in the strange otherworldly setting, and he seemed receptive to this. I realized in that split second how dependent I was on what George thought about things. “Oh well,” I thought. “I’ll deal with that later.”

The Golden Calf continued, “George, you have a great talent for seeing wisdom and relevance in common sense. Sally will use her hair to communicate with us, and you will have a pair of special glasses that will assist you in seeing - not only great knowledge and wisdom - but also in helping you figure out how to make adjustments in introducing this sense wisdom into the earth’s current reality.” George was nodding. As I looked at him, I saw him in a different way.  We had fallen into a routine that probably many couples fall into –somehow being half of a whole. It was like I was the rain hat, and he was galoshes. We each had a role in getting us through the storms of life. Standing there in the presence of The Golden Calf, however, he looked like he was the whole package. He looked strong and smart, all at the same time. And yep, he was wearing glasses! That made him look even smarter. Needless to say, I was impressed.  I wanted to ask The Golden Calf many things, but it seemed that I was not to talk. I swear he read my mind, and then just out of the blue, The Golden Calf began to answer my questions.  “What is my name, you ask? You may call me “Sesom, and this is “Moom,” he indicated as held his front left hoof toward the beautiful figure that joined him earlier. He continued to answer questions that weren’t officially asked, but I was so glad he was! “Where do you find the glasses for George? They will find you! … And yes, we will meet again soon.”

Once more, Sesom, Moom and the barely visible Brotherherd just faded away. And again, I didn’t want them to go. I was beginning to see a pattern…. When I was with them, I felt a part of something warm and wonderful. I belonged somehow. When they left, I felt like the plain Sally I was, and I was left with all of this important knowledge and information… but I was just the plain Sally that I was.  “What good was I to them, being plain and all?” This question might have started at this point, but it definitely didn’t end there. To this day I wonder why I’m a part of all of this. There are times I’m sure these golden beings have confused George and me with another couple –that couple being strong, smart, and perfect, and knows what the heck to do with all of this. But then I think, the golden ones are so smart and wise… how could they make such a big mistake?  Well anyway, I came to, next to George, riding in the car, and we were almost to Poughkeepsie. I wondered if George remembered being with the contingent just then. No, I didn’t think so. I looked at him intently, but all I could see was that pale, worried face staring intently at the road. He looked so tired, now.

“Thanks for driving, Poopsie,” I said.

He glanced at me, and then he did something he hasn’t done in years.  He reached for my hand. Something told me everything was going to be alright. Somehow we would make it through all of this together.  “We’ve got a lot to talk about, Sweet-ums,” I said to him, “but all that can wait for the trip home. Let’s just enjoy your family. You know, Momma B. isn’t getting any younger!”

I caught a glimpse of his profile in the light of the setting sun, and could have sworn I saw that strong, smart man Sesom had called George!

“Don’t be surprised if you find yourself with a pair of glasses one of these days, Poopsie!”

George just looked at me, and didn’t seemed surprised at all.  Eventually we pulled into the driveway of the waiting Broccolich family – George’s mom and his brother Paul. With all the day’s happenings, we had forgotten to call, so they weren’t sure we were coming or not.  George stepped right up and said we would take them out for dinner.  In light of everything, we had forgotten we were now eating a different way. Already George had started to figure things out! He went right to their computer and typed in “healthy food restaurants” in the Google search. There it was, appearing right on the screen – Shorty’s Vegan Restaurant – Meatless gone Delicious! It was only about a mile away.  None of us knew what the heck “vegan” was, but Paul and Momma Broccolich thought that any restaurant named “Shorty’s” should be good, and George and I were about to meet one of the most important people in our new lives… Shorty!

SHORTY

Shorty wasn’t short! He was about 6’7”. And he wasn’t short on being polite and hospitable, either. He met us at the restaurant door, and had this beaming face that said, “I know no strangers.” Even though we came in on the tail end of the hours of operation and the little place was almost empty, Shorty took us to his best table by the little waterfall that was surrounded by tufts of herbs in containers.  After Shorty had given us a menu and explained the special of the day, all of us kind of looked at each other as we settled into our chairs.  Momma Broccolich and Paul were wondering what comet had hit them, and George and I were sort of wondering the same thing. We looked at the menu that read like a foreign book. “Portobello, Spring Onion and Pine Nut Pasta,” and “Black Bean Pancakes with Corn Salsa and Red Pepper Sauce.” The menu was full of these kinds of things.  Of course, Paul wondered where the meat was, and Momma B.  wondered where the bacon and eggs were. A place named “Shorty’s” should serve breakfast all day. For George and me, everything was looking pretty good, since we hadn’t eaten since the pancakes and orange juice earlier in the day.

To make a long story short, we finally asked Shorty what was most like the regular food we were used to, and he suggested the spicy black bean burgers. All four of us ordered them, and Shorty rushed to the back to begin the orders.

Momma B and Paul began to look at us like we had just been returned from an alien abduction. Momma even asked if we were smoking marijuana. George, thankfully, was able to tell a little of our feedlot story without blowing them totally away. Needless to say, conversation was strained, but finally we got Momma to talking about her church bizarre, and that passed the time until the burgers arrived.  The burgers weren’t bad, actually. Of course, Paul thought he was being poisoned, but I noticed Momma B ate all of hers… with a healthy dose of mustard. The desserts all looked delicious, so we all ordered one. There was no grumbling from Paul as he shoveled in Shorty’s special chocolate cake, or from Momma B as she started in on her Silky Pumpkin Pie! All of them were delicious, and soon we were trying bites of each others’. Shorty brought us all coffees on the house. This floored all of us! Can you imagine Denny’s giving you free coffees?  George noticed Shorty standing at the short bar at the front of the restaurant, and decided to see if he could find out a little more about… well, he didn’t know about what. George just knew that he needed to talk to Shorty, or as we decided later – he needed to listen to Shorty. I watched as Shorty held out his hand to George, and soon they were sitting on the bar stools and talking like they had known each other for a long time, coffees in front of them.

Maybe it was because I had just had lived through a day that would have done in a saint, but I felt like crying when I saw the two of them together. Somehow I didn’t feel alone anymore. Paul and Momma B.  were quiet for a moment, and I found myself in one of those hypnotic stares you get into when you are so exhausted that you can’t bring yourself to move your eyes. I was staring at the backs of George and Shorty, and then I was aware of their reflections in the mirror behind the bar.

And then I saw Sesom and Moom in the mirror.  They were intently watching the two men in conversation. I probably would have blinked the sight away if I had more energy, but I didn’t. I couldn’t move my eyes. Slowly, the vision The Brotherherd watching Sesom and Moom came into focus. Then I saw another grouping of animal-like golden beings behind The Brotherherd. I realized that those in this group were softer and seemed to be more like me, somehow. “Maybe they are females,” I thought.  “Oh, this must be The Sisterherd!” I thought excitedly. “Of course, where there is a Brotherherd, there has to be a Sisterherd!” In my state of exhaustion, I knew that I would be able to watch these beautiful beings in the mirror for as long as they stayed. Actually, it seemed like I got lost in the mirror with them, and only came back to the table and George’s family when George and Shorty stood up and shook hands again. The Brother and Sisterherd both faded from the mirror, and George placed five $20’s on the table and picked up his keys.

“Is everyone ready?” he said to us all. Without a word, we rose and headed for the door.

Shorty waved goodbye, and said to George, “See you tomorrow!” I looked at George, and he smiled back. “No, I’m not alone in all of this,” I thought.

Just as we were pulling out of the restaurant parking lot, I spotted Shorty in the side mirror running out of the restaurant with something in his hand. George stopped and opened his window.  “Here, you forgot these,” he said to George as he handed him a pair of glasses.

George took them from Shorty and looked at them. But before he could utter, “These aren’t mine,” Shorty was no longer there.  “Keep them, George,” I said. “I think I know what this is all about.” We drove home in silence, and when we got home, Momma B. had the good graces to say she knew we were tired, and she handed us extra pillows in case we needed them. George and I both showered before falling into the guest bed. Nothing seemed more comforting than that bed!

“I’m going to talk some more with Shorty tomorrow,” George muttered exhaustedly. “Vegan means that you don’t eat dairy or eggs, either.” “Oh, that makes sense,” I muttered back. “I saw the Sisterherd tonight.”

This didn’t even seem to faze George. After saying goodnight to each other, I told him to remember to take his new pair of glasses when he met with Shorty. I knew he wanted to ask me about them and The Sisterhood, but he was too tired… and I was too tired to answer. It seemed we lived a lifetime in that one day.

BACK TO SHORTY’S

The next morning, George was up early, and was making strawberry and blueberry pancakes for everyone. I’ve never seen him so animated. He looked like he was 20 years younger.  It was Sunday, and Paul would take Momma B to church at 10:30.  George and I usually accompany them, but today we begged off. I decided I wanted to go with George when we went back to Shorty’s.  Shorty had told George that the restaurant didn’t open on Sunday’s until 3:00 pm, but he would meet George there at 10:00.  After cleaning up after breakfast, we quickly readied ourselves to travel the short distance to Shorty’s. We made arrangements to meet Momma B and Paul at 4:00 at Amici’s for the last meal of the day. The two of them had church business to attend to after the service, and they always took a nap on Sunday afternoon. Amici’s was Paul and Momma’s favorite special place to go. It was good, too, that we could spend more time with Shorty if he was willing, and if not, George and I could catch our breath a little by the river.

Shorty had coffee made, and we sat down at a comfortable table by the door. George and Shorty greeted each other like old friends.  George asked Shorty to explain more about what vegan meant, and I just listened as Shorty explained that vegans take a personal responsibility to make the world a better place by not eating or using anything that comes from animals. He said that vegans have compassion for animal suffering and respect for life.  He then told us more about the horrors that exist in the world of animals. George and I told him what we had experienced at the feedlot on the way to Poughkeepsie, and he told us of even more gruesome atrocities that befall dairy cows, baby calves, chickens, fish and other animals in order to meet our growing demand for meat, eggs and dairy: dairy cows forever hooked up to milking machines and continually confined in stalls; chickens mutilated and packed into small confines to lay eggs until their cruel deaths; baby calves being killed a few weeks after birth.

Tears streamed Shorty’s cheeks as he told about a short work stint in a slaughterhouse when he was a teenager. That, he said, sealed his fate as a vegetarian. Later he learned about the horrible conditions at most of the large dairies and egg producers. When he got up enough nerve to visit a few, he thought to himself that if he had a choice to make, he would rather be slaughtered quickly instead of being imprisoned and physically manipulated for milk and eggs.  Mostly Shorty and George talked on and on – about how adopting a veganism saves lives (not only lives of animals, but also human lives) and saves the environment, and if we all took meat, dairy products and eggs off our plate, we could help global hunger and could potentially turn around global warming. George, wearing his new glasses, looked like a new, happy and animated person. He was fascinated as Shorty listed fact after fact about the dire straights of our world and life as we know it, and how easily it could be turned around.  I sat and listened, but mostly I was surprised that I already knew these things. My time with Sesom above the world, overlooking the green acid vapors was all I needed to see to know the world as we know it was in real trouble. As they say, “One picture is worth a thousand words!” And after I saw the suffering those cows endure day in and day out, and felt the terror and hopelessness of the cattle being hauled to slaughter, I knew I was just like Shorty. I would do anything to be a part of the solution rather than a part of the problem.  As I watched George and Shorty together, I thought about how George was hearing what Shorty was saying more than what I told him after my epiphany with Sesom. For a few minutes, I was irritated with him. When I had relayed what I learned, he listened, but with a pale face that said he was afraid of what was going to befall us next.  Somewhat out of boredom and being annoyed with George’s instant bond and absolute confidence in Shorty, I began to play with my hair, which as always been a habit of mine. Just then I felt very tired and tried not to doze off. But just like in the car, I entered that unreal between sleep and awake place. And there were Sesom and Moom.  Again, I just watched. I heard Sesom’s voice first.  “Greetings, Imogene. And so the Work continues! Do you know what is happening?”

“No,” I said. What I really wanted to say is, “Yes I do… There goes George again, believing everyone but me!”

“What is happening is that George has found a voice that he can hear – one that resonates with his mind and can touch his heart. Everyone needs a voice of wisdom, that resonates with that unique person. You have found us, for the moment,” Sesom said. “George has found Shorty. Can you and George work together to find a voice for the many, many people that don’t have one?”

I thought to myself that if saving the planet has come down to relying on George and me, simple folk from Dubuque, things must be pretty bad! I looked at the beautiful faces of Sesom and Moom, and somehow I understood something greater. I couldn’t really tell you what that was, but somehow it made sense.

“What if we can’t do this?” I asked Sesom and Moom.  For the first time, Moom spoke, which surprised me. “There is no such thing as failure, here,” she said in a soft but determined voice.  “Imogene, together you and George are capable of attaining things you could never imagine at the moment… But you must commit… you must begin. And then things start to unfold.” When Moom spoke, I felt something far beyond what I have ever felt before. I felt that she loved me more than anything in the world. At the same time, I knew she loved all in the same way. It made me want to cry for my mom, who had passed on a few years earlier. It also made me know that as mothers, the women I knew were missing what Moom had – a divine love for all and a fierce commitment to the greatest welfare for all. Somehow every living thing was her child.  I wanted to be near, and to be like Moom! It seemed that I had yearned an eternity for this connection. Where on earth was this???  Where was this on earth??? Somehow I knew that if others could meet Moom and feel what I did, all problems would take care of themselves.  I could feel the connection with Sesom and Moom fading. I had so many questions for them both, and I didn’t want to lose Moom’s fierce tenderness! Then Sesom spoke.

“Imogene, it would be helpful if you and George visited the local animal shelter tomorrow… We will speak soon.” Sesom and Moom sort of melted away, and I became aware of George and Shorty’s animated conversation. I looked at my watch, and it was 1:11. How strange, I thought! I believe I was gone more than an hour.  I saw that things were winding up with Shorty and George. George was writing as Shorty dictated easy vegan recipes. Both men looked like they had just spent a great relaxing afternoon watching football with each other, and the home team won.

Soon they exchanged phone numbers, and we left Shorty to prepare for the day at the restaurant. George and I got in the car, and George said, “Where to?” I wanted to go down to the river, and since we had a couple of hours before we were to meet Momma B and brother Paul, that’s where we headed.

George excitedly recounted what he had learned from Shorty, and I listened to it all. Shorty knew a lot, and now George knew a lot of what Shorty knew. That, I think, was good. When George was depleted from things to tell me, we sat in silence until about 4:00.  When we got up to go to Amici’s, I told George that I had been in contact with Sesom and Moom, and they would like us to visit the local animal shelter tomorrow. George said only one word: “Okay.” We had a pleasant time with Momma B and Paul, but it was evident that both George and I were feeling somewhat like secret agents. It was enjoyable nonetheless, and after dinner, Paul drove us around to see all the changes happening in Poughkeepsie. We got home about 8:30 pm. We talked for a while, but not long. Paul had to go to work early at the energy plant, and Momma B said she hoped we wouldn’t mind, but she had a quilting get together tomorrow morning at 10:00 and wouldn’t be home until after 2:00. We said that was fine, and we’d make do. George said he would plan on making tomorrow evening’s dinner – a new recipe he just came across. We all said goodnight, and again the guest bed felt wonderful. Both of us slept well, knowing the next day would probably offer more unbelievable happenings. But It was okay. Actually, it was more than okay. Life seemed to be just that – alive, so it was more than okay.

THE LOCAL ANIMAL SHELTER

We woke up around 8:00 Monday, and felt like we slept the sleep of mummies. Both of us were stiff, probably because we hadn’t moved all night! George said he had a dream that he was in a circle of rocks, and on the outside of the circle, there were many animals staring at him.  Both of us knew that this was significant somehow. After making the bed, we wandered out to the kitchen, where Momma B had coffee, homemade bread for toast and orange juice waiting for us. Instead of our usual butter, we asked her for some of her strawberry spread that she puts up every year, and that just fit the bill. We talked with Momma until it was time for her to go to her quilting group. She seemed happy with her life now. It had been three years since Poppa B died of colon cancer, but she seemed to be carving out a life to suit her.

George and I cleaned the kitchen, took showers and google searched the local animal shelters. The closest was about 1½ miles away. We looked at each other and questioned if we were up for another day of the unexpected. Our old lives seemed to be a distant memory as we stepped into something new that neither of us could have dreamed we would be a part of.

“Get your glasses, Poopsie!” I reminded him as we went out Momma B’s back door.

“Yes, Punkin Seed!” He replied. We laughed – maybe some of the old us was still present.

I used to love to go to the animal shelters to look at the animals until I found out that many of them would be put to death. That just broke my heart. I know that Frank feels the same way about it all. We had our little white poodle, Princess, put down four years ago, and it about killed both of us. She was 14 years old, blind and deaf, and had arthritis so bad that she couldn’t move. Every time George or I would pick her up, she would whimper, and we knew she hurt terribly.  George had to work and couldn’t go with me to take her to the vet, so I was the one to hold her as the needle entered into her poor little hip.  Her little face seemed to look at me and say, “Thank you, Momma!”

Soon there was such a look of serenity, that I thought I might not cry.  Of course I did. I cried for days. In the only way that George can proclaim, he said, ”That’s it! We are not going to have anymore animals in this house!” And so that was it! I really didn’t want to go through the heartbreak again, anyway.

I was thinking how these kinds of things don’t ever really leave you, and will come up during times that remind you of them. Like now. I felt the tears start to come again, and I knew I couldn’t say anything to George. He’d turn right around and take us back to Momma B’s. He can’t stand to see me cry, so when I’m ready for a good cry, I’ll do it when he’s not around.

We drove past the door to see if they were open. They were. Young people were milling in front of the Shelter holding happy dogs on leashes, probably ready to take them for walks. We found a parking place close to the Shelter and walked toward the main door. We stopped to pet the dogs, and my heart fell in love with each of them.  They were so happy to be petted and acknowledged. Sensing a possible emotional entanglement on my part, George took my elbow and guided me inside.

“Could we just walk around and see what you have?” George asked the lady and two gentlemen behind counter. They kindly explained to us where the dogs, cats, rabbits were housed, and they said they had one goat in the pen outside. We said we would holler if we had questions or needed help.

I reminded George to put on his glasses, because he might see something important. I also put a hair tie in my hair to raise a part of it up a little, just in case a transmission from Sesom and Moom was to happen. We walked through the cages of cats. They were mildly interested in us, but for the most part, they took it all in. I wish I could be more like a cat, I thought to myself. They seemed to accept what was happening, taking it all in stride.

The dogs were different. Save for a few, they all wanted our attention.  Their eyes seemed to search ours, asking, are you going to give me a home? Will you love me? My heart just broke! I looked at George and I believe his heart was doing the same thing. Walked down the row of cages and I acknowledged all of the dogs in turn. Most were large dogs – many pit bull mixes.

At the very end of the row on the left, there was an empty cage. There weren’t any notes or charts on this one. I stood in front of the it and felt relief. In this one, there weren’t sad or expectant eyes to make me feel helpless. I heard George talking to a staff member behind me, so I just sat down on an overturned bucket that was against the far wall by the oasis of empty cage.

Very shortly, I felt sleepiness overtake me again, and I just had to close my eyes. In the distance, I could hear dog sounds, and I could barely hear George’s and the female attendant’s voice. I didn’t want to lose consciousness, and I fought to keep my eyes open, but I just couldn’t. This time I felt the world spin, and in a few seconds, I was aware of two dogs in the cage.

“Greetings, Imogene!” a large white bulldog said to me.  “Hello,” I said, knowing this dog must be connected to Sesom and Moom, since he was calling me “Imogene.” The other dog was a bulldog also. This one was smaller, brown and white in color, and seemed to be less bold. But like Sesom and Moom, both had extremely tender and loving eyes. There was something more to the two bulldogs, though. They seemed more real somehow – it was like you could tell them a joke and they would get it, if you know what I mean.  Since they both seemed to be waiting for me to say something, I finally got out, “Are you from the same place Sesom and Moom are from?”

“Yes, we are! You can call me ‘Meaty Pi’, and this is ‘Mini Pi’….”

Both of them seemed to want to tell me something but waiting on me.  God only knew what I was supposed to do! At this point in time, I wished there was a handbook – like maybe a Harry Potter book - that could give me a clue about what to say and how to act in the company of these kinds of beings! Finally I just blurted out, “Do you have something to tell me?”

That definitely opened the gate. Meaty Pi started out. “Do you notice something about this place, Imogene?”

“Well, it is a sad place to be,” I said as truthfully as I could. “I feel sorry for the dogs because they seem to be lost and lonely.” “That’s true, they are. Dogs are largely dependent upon humans for their joy and their survival. If they are not adopted by a human, chances are great that they will not have a presence in today’s world.  Do you agree?”

I thought about this for a few seconds, and I had to admit that I thought he was right.

“Do you know why, Imogene? Because, for the most part, dogs love humans, and they want to be of help to them… and many humans, at least in your part of the world, love dogs.”

Meaty and Mini were still in the closed cage, and for some reason, this bothered me. I reached over and unlocked the door, leaving it open in case they wanted out. I knew that they could probably float anywhere they desired, but unlocking the door seemed important to me. They stayed inside, however, and Meaty continued.  “Imogene, many dogs are highly evolved entities, a fact that most humans would find hard to believe, even though they might love them immensely. The vast majority of people believe that an elevated intellect is the sign of great evolvement. The dog instinctively knows instead that higher evolution is all about the openness and development of the heart.”

“Oh,” I thought. “I think this is true!” I remembered all the times I couldn’t understand why many of my childhood friends made fun of others, or tortured someone or something, for the fun of it. Most of these kids were smarter than I. I never really understood that, if they were so smart, why couldn’t they see that their unkind behavior wasn’t intelligent at all!

“What we are here to tell you today is that dogs, and even cats, the other species that humans care about greatly, are here to offer their help to help humans and our world out of the current dilemma.” “How can that happen?” I asked them. I couldn’t see how dogs and cats could help save the world – it seemed to me that we would have to save ourselves from ourselves somehow. How can these animals, who, virtually all people think are “dumb” animals, help turn around the end of the world as we know it?

“After we are euthanized because we no longer have a place, we will give our bodies to use for dietary meat,” Meaty said.  With this, I was absolutely speechless. I felt all sorts of energy stuff rushing all around me and into my brain. It took me a while to come back to where I was. I was surprised but happy that Meaty and Mini were still there.

“What did you say?” I said to Meaty,

“I said, Imogene, that we will give our bodies to use for dietary meat… You won’t get most humans to not eat meat. Their minds are now wired to the belief that meat is essential in their diets. Knowing that, dogs, and even cats, want humans to know that they may eat our meat.”

“I don’t understand – If slaughtering farm animals for food is causing the environmental changes and is so harmful to the animals, how would eating dog and cat meat be different?” “Because, Imogene, humans and dogs share a bond of affection. Our meat, especially when we leave our bodies peacefully, will not be infused with terror and suffering. This is very important. You humans have a saying that is very true… ‘You are what you eat’!” If you eat the meat of any animal that dies in such extreme emotions and circumstances, this affects you, too.”

For the first time, Mini began speaking. “You see, animals do not have trepidation of dying like humans do. No soul, however, is served by leaving the body in suffering.”

Mini’s voice was kind and soothing, much like Moom’s. I felt like everything would okay, no matter what, when these ladies were speaking to me. Many humans have a deep affection for dogs, and they naturally do not want them to suffer. Come this way, Imogene.” As I had floated up above the world with Sesom, I floated with Meaty and Mini over the euthanasia room of the shelter. A dog was on the table, and a woman in a white coat held a syringe. A man in green scrubs was holding and petting the dog, speaking softly to him. The dog, a black pit bull mix, was peaceful as he lay there. The woman with the syringe was also talking to the dog.

“Well, boy, are you ready to go home? You’ll be alright, Charlie. You’ll be alright. Just relax.” The woman then gave the shot. “Charlie” winced a little bit, but the man in the green scrubs kept stroking the dog and talking gently to him.

“It’s alright, boy. It’s okay, Charlie. It’s time to go home… It’s alright, boy,” he kept repeating.

In a few minutes, I saw a plume of sparkly fog rise up. The body was lifeless on the table. The lady in the lab coat and the man in the green scrubs both had tears in their eyes, and both said, “Goodbye, Charlie.” The man kept stroking Charlie even after Charlie had left his body. In a while, however, he brought up the ends of the sheet that Charlie was lying on to cover him and moved the dog to another room, where an incinerator was. The body lay there, peaceful and covered, probably awaiting the staff member who was responsible for this duty.  I had tears in my eyes, but I noticed that Meaty and Mini were not emotional in the least.

“Remember, Imogene, there really is no such thing as death. Charlie has left his body and returned home easily, and his soul could do this because it was a peaceful process,” Mini said.  “This is pretty hard for me to grasp,” I said to both of them.  “Yes,” Meaty said, “but you are able to see that Charlie’s body is not Charlie, correct?”

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I can see that.”

“Then it is time for us to leave you for the moment, Imogene,” Meaty said. “What you have witnessed today will be extremely important in your work. Do you have any questions before we depart?  My head was again spinning, and all I could say was “No, not right now.” I knew, like Sesom and Moom, I would talk to Meaty and Mini again. They slowly faded from my sight.

I began to hear the harsh sounds of the shelter, and then my eyes slowly focused on what was happening around me. I saw George wrapping up his conversation with the assistant. I was still sitting on the bucket, and the door to the empty cage was closed.  Now, how was I going to I explain Meaty and Mini, and especially their message, to George! If I were he, I think I would head for Timbuktu.  Actually, maybe we both should go. I knew that I was not going to rush into this explanation. The time would have to be right. Imagine, eating the meat of dogs and cats!

I took a deep breath, and George started walking towards me. He asked if I was ready to leave, and I told him yes. As we walked back through the cages, I absolutely saw the dogs as beings…. And they looked at me like they knew me. Something had really changed. We thanked everyone we saw, and I couldn’t wait to get to the car. After we had slid into our seats, George took one look at me and knew something else had happened.

“Okay,” he finally said, “Let’s have it.”

“This is going to take me some time to be able to tell you about, George. Can you give me some room?”

He didn’t say anything, but I knew he understood. We talked about routine things – what we were going to fix for dinner, and how we were going to spend time with Momma B and Paul.  We stopped at the natural foods store and picked up the things George needed to fix dinner from the recipe Shorty had given him. We also stopped at the Barnes and Noble for the books Shorty also suggested.  I wasn’t really interested in reading the books, but George couldn’t wait to dig into them.

When we arrived home, Momma B was taking her nap. George and I did the same. My mind wouldn’t stop thinking about what Meaty and Mini were suggesting – eating dog and cat meat.

THE RIDE BACK TO DUBUQUE

We spent a somewhat normal rest of the time with Momma B and Paul. They even liked some of George’s new dishes. George didn’t press me to tell him about what happened at the animal shelter, and I didn’t offer any information. For most of the time, I hoped that I just had a few delusional episodes, and life would return to a resemblance of how it was. Yet, I wanted to talk with Sesom, Moom, Meaty and Mini again.

Saturday finally came, and George and I packed up the car for the drive back to Dubuque. Momma B and Paul were planning on coming to our house for Christmas, and we said we would see them then. As we drove off, I could just see Paul and Momma B heading for the freezer to pull out a couple of steaks to barbeque for the evening’s meal. I think Meaty was right – you’re not going to change most people like Momma B and Paul. They were wired to eat meat. George and I had a lightning strike that rewired us, but that probably wouldn’t happen with the majority of folks.

My mind went to how a campaign to not eat red meat happened because of cholesterol, etc., and many people chose chicken and pork, “the other white meat,” instead. “Humans are so funny,” I thought.  “For a lot that prides itself on being intelligent, we definitely have a strange intelligence we pride ourselves on!”

“Are you ready to hear what happened in the animal shelter, Poopsie?”

I asked George.

George looked over, away from the road ahead, and said, “I can’t wait!”

I spilled the beans about my meeting Meaty and Mini Pi. I explained that Meaty was a large, white bulldog, and Mini was a lovely brown and white one. Whereas Sesom and Moom were more… “unearthly,” Meaty and Mini seemed more real.

When I got to the part where they suggested we encourage people to eat dog and cat meat, I was ready for George to say, “That’s it! We’re stopping this nonsense!”

But he didn’t… he asked me to tell him more. So I did. I told him that I saw Charlie being put to sleep, and how gently the vet and assistant treated him. I told him that I saw with my own eyes this sparkly mist rise until I didn’t see it anymore, and that I knew that was Charlie’s spirit. “We aren’t our bodies, George!” I said, so excited about it all, now that I knew George didn’t think I was crazy. “I saw Charlie go home, and I knew that he was just leaving his body!” “What Meaty and Mini Pi were saying was that humans can eat that meat, which is infused with a peace, instead of the meat of the cows, chickens, and pigs, whose meat is steeped in terror.” George thought for a while, and then said, “You know, that makes sense, Punkin Seed! Just think about it…. This could cut down on the demand of beef, poultry and pork. Shorty was telling me that the experts say if humanity could just not eat meat one day a week, that would help the environment tremendously – and would save millions of lives.”

George wanted to hear more about Meaty and Mini and what they said. I told him about what Meaty said about dogs – that they somehow knew more about the heart, and this seemed to be a more helpful intelligence than what humans have. And they want to help us because we are connected in some way.

I was just so happy that George didn’t think I was crazy, that I kept talking and talking – about dogs, about the neutrality of cats, about how we aren’t our bodies – and this was what I talked about the most – how we aren’t our bodies. And especially, the huge difference in what the cows, pigs and chickens were feeling and what Charlie was feeling as they were facing their death. I had thought that terror was what any being felt when they were facing death, but Charlie changed that.

George also kept talking and talking, about how we could bring this to the world, and different ways that might work.  We were ready, by George! We were ready. I didn’t know how we would accomplish all of this, but I knew that together George and I could do it.

 

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