The young men were learning to hunt with their bows and arrows. The finest archer in the Tribe was teaching them the techniques that would bring food to the People. The old hunter told the boys about a strange guidance system that he counted as the secret to his success. He made his own arrows and crafted them with love. He then pricked his finger with his knife, putting one tiny drop of blood on each arrow while he silently placed his intent inside of his creations.
The boys looked curious. What was the intent the Old One placed in his magical arrows? They did not have to wait long before the hunter told them.
“I return thanks to the great Mystery for the creatures who will bring food to my family. I ask that my arrows be guided, making a clean and painless kill. Finally, I place the drop of my blood on each arrow to represent the bond of red blood that I share with my Four legged Brothers, and the Winged Ones, who offer their bodies as food so our People may live. I show my gratitude to the Creator for guiding my hands and these arrows before I ever place on in a bow.
Jamie Sams in Earth Medicine
Too many of us fail to show gratitude to the animals we factory farm. We treat them like crap and then we wonder why get crap in return. I wonder how much of our physical illness can be traced to stress hormones produced by animals forced into crowded, filthy conditions before they end up on our table. Animals that experts tell us would die from the diet they're fed to fatten them for us.
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