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Literal food for thought…enjoy!!!!!

I will start with the French Toast that my beautiful girl bought down for me for breakfast this morning…and yes, it is absolutely vegan!

Good afternoon everyone! I blogged on March 10th about my 5 year Veganversary. A lot of people seem to miss the compassionate part of being vegan all together. I mean, fuck the fact that we are killing billions of innocent animals…what about you and your love affair with cheese? And what about your protein? What the fuck about you man? I mean really… fuck those animals! What about your needs? Right? I mean if we are being truthful here…don’t we do what we do because we fucking want to? Don’t we do what we do because we have always done it this way? Our parents and our grandparents….Ya, they were ignorant too! Your parents. My parents. You. Me. Ignorance is not bliss my friends. Ignorance is fucking ignorance.

My last non-vegan meal and one of my all time favorite non-vegan meals was my Moms ground beef enchiladas. (God, do you hear how ugly that sounds? Ground beef. I mean when I ate ground up Ahimsa and Karuna, and I liked it, by the way.) When we got to pick our birthday and holiday dinners, we often picked my moms homemade ground beef enchiladas. When my mom died, I missed her cooking and the comfort food she made me throughout the years. I was grief-stricken and I was determined to do something about it. I decided that I would learn to make my favorite comfort foods vegan. I have finally perfected my Moms enchiladas, without one ounce of suffering. No one died for me to enjoy one of my favorite foods. I just had to learn how to make it vegan. I want you to know that you can do that too. Live compassionately. We all have a choice and I just wanted you to know that.

So…here they are! Ready to eat, my veganized and cruelty free version of my moms enchiladas. We can re-write recipes. We can take the animals out and the suffering out of our favorite foods. We can re-write our fucking lives. We do not have to do it the way that they did it. We just fucking don’t. I didn’t know that and five years later…I cannot not know it. We write our own rules. If you want to meet who you eat, well, hit me up. That’s why we are here, to educate those of you, so inclined to want to know. That is what our Sanctuary is here for…for you…for us…for them…we are all welcome here.

This is some good stuff right here…I want you to know that you are just as capable, and likely more so, than I, of making your own life the way YOU want it to be. If your mom cooked you dead animals and you don’t know what to do…well, what do YOU want to do? Whatever it is, YOU do that. Doing what we have always done because we always did it that way….really? If it never worked, it’s likely never going to work.

Anyway…I felt that I needed these enchiladas in my life, and so, I made it so! I encourage you to do that too. You know…what your heart knows to be true and real and just…do that. Be real to yourself. Be good to yourself. Be true to yourself. Do you really love your dog and not the animals on your plate? I mean if they were sitting on the couch where your dog is right now, instead of shrink wrapped in styrofoam, in your refrigerator, could you eat them then? They are friends, not food. Meet Ahimsa. Ahimsa is someone, not something. I love you Ahimsa!

Corals reliable rule of thumb….if is has a face and if it shits, don’t eat it, because “it” is someone, not something. If it is someone, it feels, like you and I feel. They feel pain and they suffer and they are not ours. Eating them ends their life. It really is that simple. These enchiladas didn’t hurt anyone. No ones heart stopped for these beauties!

Bon Appetit!

Have a beautiful evening everyone. Enjoy your food for thought! I love you!

Sherry Lesson about dreaming the dream. Coral And Tamara lesson about living the dream.

Good morning everyone! My post is inspired by a conversation… probably a number of conversations, with Tamara, about building the dream. I know a lot of people talk about building the dream. We have a friend who lives to save animals…a beautiful and devoted and true and wonderful soul…and she has a quote that we use often (I may be paraphrasing a bit)…”You don’t have to win the lottery to save animals. You just have to save animals.” Thank you for this, our beautiful friend. I pull this out of my toolbox all the time! This speaks to us on a soul level, as it encompasses the work we do here at Santuario de Karuna. We save animals. We are too busy living the dream to play the lotto. The odds of winning the lottery…in other words…the odds of you ever living your dream, if you are waiting to win the lottery, are extremely low. You know that though, right? You know that you give yourself next to zero chance of living your dream if you rely upon living the lottery to do so. My mom and Dad religiously bought lottery tickets, as long as they have been able to in New Mexico. I am not kidding, twice a week, as long as they could, for as long as I’ve known, with their “lucky” numbers, they played the lottery. No matter the payout, they had it pen to paper, spent their lottery winnings. Taking care of family, traveling…a place to live here and a place to vacation there…clothes and jewelry and cars….and that is how they dreamed their dream. At the casino, in Las Vegas…the same thing…the odds were low and they just knew if they kept playing, they would be the next winner, and then they could live their dreams. After they retired, they could then live their dreams. My mom was admitted by ambulance to the ER the night before she was to retire, from a job she hated for over 20 years, with stroke symptoms, unable to get off of the floor. My mom did not have a stroke. My mom had stage four breast cancer, with metastasis to her liver, her lungs and her brain. My mom died two months later. My mom never won the lottery. My mom never won a jackpot big enough to fund her lottery tickets or her gambling, let alone her dream. My mom never spent one single solitary moment in retirement. I venture to guess that my mother never spent one single solitary moment. My mom died at 66 years old dreaming about a dream that she was doing nothing to build. My moms dreams were so far out there that she only ever dreamed what it might be like, to actually live her dream. How many of us are doing that right now? Truth. How many of you are living like this right now? Working in a job or a career that you fucking despise, waiting to retire and live your life…trying to win the lottery to solve your life’s problems…and missing your life all together…what kind of dream is that? Any one of these things may be a sign that YOU ARE DREAMING a lot MORE than you are LIVING the dream. My mom didn’t have any idea that she was doing this. This is a Sherry Lesson by the way…Sherry sent this to you, through me, this morning. Sherry missed this lesson and she wanted to gift you with it, especially those of you who know exactly what I’m talking about. If you knew Sherry at all, you knew these things about her. My mom openly said that she went to the casino to escape her life. I never knew what that meant or what she was escaping exactly. Hell, I went with her to escape my own sometimes. I went with my parents to Vegas yearly and I loved our trips. I even played for hours and hours, trying to win and solve my financial woes (by dumping my limited funds into a slot machine…go figure) and I really thought they If I put enough money in, eventually, I would hit the big one. I did not and my mom did not and my dad did not hit the big one. These things were not healthy. Sherry walked around like she had it handled and like this behavior was not at all what it was…gambling is gambling my friends. Sherry gambled a lot, not just at the casino in Las Vegas. Sherry gambled with her whole fucking life…waiting to live the dream, dreaming about it, instead of getting out there and living her dream. This is not to say that Sherry did not live her life. This is simply to illustrate that dreaming is not living the dream. Sherry spent her lifetime waiting to live until she retired and dreaming of living the dream when she finally did. May God rest her sweet soul, and may she finally Rest In Peace…now that she can be free to live her dream, wherever she may be!

We all have choices. I am learning a lot about myself through these Sherry Lessons. I hope that you are learning a lot too. Sherry sends them to make us better, and because she loves to hi jack my blog also! Thank you for the visit and the beautiful Lesson this morning mom. I love you.

So…as I was, before I was so gracefully interrupted…go out and LIVE your dream

Did you know that President Barack Obama was awarded the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize for his “extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between people.”? Wayne Dyer said that having the dream was enough to win the Nobel Peace Prize, because it all starts with the dream. You don’t have anything if you don’t first have the dream. It all begins with a dream. Santuario de Karuna began with a childhood dream…Tamara’s childhood dream. Dreams are US in action. We must act, for our dreams to come true. We must be hungry for our dreams. And…we will get dirty and messy and busy. We will be in constant action. Living the dream is like loving…it’s a verb my friends.

Waiting to live your dream for the lottery or retirement or until you have the money…will never, ever manifest the actual dream. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr….President Barack Obama…Tamara….they had a dream! What is your dream my friend? What is your dream?

Have a beautiful day everyone! Go love and live your dream like a verb!!! I love you!