Why I am a Vegan

[MangusKhan]

What is your definition of parasite? Because when you show resistance towards accepting parasites, all I can think of is what humans have done to each other, this planet, and the rest of the species upon it. If Earth is our host, we have done her much more wrong than any tick has ever done to you or me. So while you're trying to draw this line between second density beings, I'm trying to see why the same expectations (or greater!) cannot be applied to third density beings.

A parasite is any organism which inserts itself into a balanced and well-functioning biosphere to steal life from those who earn it. The spider, with its phenomenal webs and legs, joins the dance of nature and earns its meals, each spider alive increases the beauty of the planet. The tick, by comparison, adds nothing. It takes and takes, and gives poison in return, a sluggish, fat, ugly parasite. You are right, humans have become like parasites to the earth, but mostly unconsciously. Even within the garden of humanity, there are those who bear no good fruits, but simply strangle and overrun the other plants. How can there be a harvest if your fields are overrun by weeds? There can't be.

So you are right on the money, Jade. This abhorrence towards parasites extends far beyond ticks.

Don't get the wrong idea though. As much as I hate the bad, I love the good. I can spend half an hour admiring the intricate beauty of a weevil I found in my hair, and I am in the process of single-handedly cleaning up the small nature reserve I've appointed myself custodian of. These posts might seem somewhat antagonistic, but don't doubt my love for you for even a second, because I have judged you as beautiful and completely worthwhile. It's just that, while one is a being of 3rd density, one must accept the plights of third density. Sure, if one were situated in the bliss and the peace of the sixth density, one could smile upon the wicked and content oneself with saying "all is one". However, this attitude equates to little more than foolishness for beings who exist in lower densities. Let a fool smile as his good plants die and his garden becomes a breeding ground for thistles and brambles. The wise will pull out weeds, heap them in a pile, and burn them.

there is a kind of cold called “your mom thinks you feel cold”.

You're going to have to explain this one to me.