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How to eat healthy organic vegan food for free

The Ancient Practice of Gleaning

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Gleaning is an ancient tradition that has been practiced by peasants for thousands of years. After farmer’s take their profitable crop, gleaners go to the fields and gather what is left behind that would otherwise go to waste.

Gleaning means to extract resources from various sources, in a way that seeks to do no harm, but rather work in harmony with nature.

Like foraging, gleaning incorporates harvesting of wild foods from forests, parks, backyards, and gardens, for edible plants.

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-Oranges gleaned on a road trip in Arizona to the Truth Mind Reality conference

Modern day gleaning includes saving food waste from co-ops, grocery stores, and their waste bins too, as they throw away tons of perfectly good produce due to aesthetic and government regulation.

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Gleaning can be incorporated into personal gardening as we observe and work with nature, rather than against it, extracting from various sources. Gleaning what nature gives freely such as utilizing edible and medicinal weeds and planting seeds that are well suited to the environment, using all parts of the plant, and making and using compost from what we don’t consume directly.

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-Wild edible weeds

Why is gleaning important?

It is estimated that 40% of food is wasted in the United States, while 1 in 6 Americans don’t know where their next meal will come from. Many of us struggle to afford food, while our own health is sacrificed as the expense of a corrupt consumerist capitalistic system that doesn’t care about our well-being, nor the well-being of the earth.

80% of fresh water consumption goes to food production, yet nearly half of this water is carelessly wasted in food waste, showing a systemic lack of Care for our sacred waters.

34% of methane gas emissions come from the food wasted that ends up in landfills to rot.

$165 billion dollars of food is wasted in America each year, meanwhile we work as slaves to this system for minimal wages and long hours, to just barely get by.

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How can we stop supporting the violent food system and eat for free?

To live in harmony and respect with Nature, and for the sake of our independence, sustainability, and freedom, we should strive to obtain food directly from Nature herself. Harvesting from nature, growing our own food, gleaning, choosing vegan, and salvaging food waste can all help subvert the violent food system.

Get in touch with your local gleaners group where you can take part in volunteering with a group to save food from otherwise being thrown in a landfill. Many gleaning opportunities may only be a walk away, and gleaning groups often offer ride shares and transportation for those who need it. If your community does not have a gleaners group, consider dumpster diving independently, contact stores about their food waste, or starting a gleaning group yourself.snapchat-945976341.jpg

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Go gleaning independently in nature, especially at this time where wild foods are in abundance. I gather free fruit and berries from parks, allies, and the sides of streets.

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-Wild and Free Blackberries

Gardening and growing our own food empowers us to remove our support from the waste in conventional farming such as toxic pesticides, heavy machinery, proceeding, plastic packaging, fossil fuels to be transported long distances, taxation, etc by directly nourish our bodies while connect with mama nature. To subvert the violent food system in society, gardening is something we should all be learning and teaching. If we don’t have the space to garden, it is worth making an effort to look into community gardening opportunities, gorilla gardening, and container gardening. When there is True Will to do something, True Will always finds a way.

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-Container gardening

Food banks are another great voluntary organization which saves food waste from stores, and receives gleaned food donations. Many even have organic produce options, gluten free breads, and other special dietary needs foods available too.

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It is important that we choose to care for our mother earth and all her life forms, our sacred waters, and all of the living beings effected by the violence and rape occurring on mother nature through the violent system of power and control in place. As within, so without. It is important that this care is given to ourselves internally, in exercising our conscious and free will with what we consume with our mind and body is reflected in the exterior world around us.memegarbage.jpg

If we want to eat healthy, we have to decide that it is important and actually make an effort in these choices, even when we are salvaging food waste. Voting with your dollar is a concept you have probably heard of, but we can do even better by expressing our vow to love nature with our actions, and living the example of what we want to see in the world

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I have been volunteering with a gleaners group, as well as independently in nature. Even with my food allergies, sensitives, and food products my body and soul just refuses to accept, I am discerning with what I eat, but still find amazing food options that are organic, Vegan, gluten free, non-gmo, and do not require the use of federal reserve notes to be acquired.

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You are what you eat, and if we choose to eat food that does good rather than harm and represents Freedom, Truth, and Love, we allow ourselves to Truly live it, cultivating Care for ourselves and our bodies on all levels, directly reflected in our lives and our well-being.
Thank you for your Care. Blessed be.

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Nature does not consent to glyphosate

Dear beautiful souls and earth children, special attention to those of you in Corvallis and the Siuslaw National Forest in Oregon, I though you should know…
On one of my recent adventures for Truth, I went up the back side of Marry’s Peak near the city of Corvallis, Oregon. When driving along woods creek road I came across a sign reading:
Notice
this are planned for herbicide treatment with Aguaneat Glyphosate 2%
FOR CONTROL OF INVASIVE PLANT SPECIES
Foxglove (digitalis purpurea)
Oxeye Daisy (Leucanthemum vulgare)
Tansy Ragwort (Senecio jacobaea)
False Brome (Brachypodium sylvaticum)
BETWEEN July 16 2018 AND July 19 2018
FOR ADDITIONAL INFORMATION PLEASE CONTACT:
Matt Smith
Siuslaw National Forest
1130 Forestry Lane
PO Box 400
Waldport, OR 97394
Phone: (541) 563-5425

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Just a little further down the road were signs prohibiting peoples use of this National Forest land for hiking or camping with the reason being “to protect the water”.

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I continued on the road to find another notice about glyphosate use, up stream of the sign prohibiting use by the people for the supposed sake of protecting the water.
Glyphosate is a deadly poison, a known carcenogen, linked to cancer among many chronic illnesses and is the primary active ingredient in both AGENT ORANGE, and the herbicide sprayed all over the mountain along Mary’s River this July. Aquaneat Glyphosate on its label lists extreme cautions, first aid warnings of the dangers of inhaling it, health and environmental hazards warning not to contaminate water with it, saying that use of glyphosate can result in oxygen depletion in the water and can cause fish suffocation, and warning that spraying it can result in the wind and water carrying the poison to other places and plants.

Mary’s Peak Municipal Watershed serving Corvallis has been poisoned with glyphosate. This is not okay. I do not consent to be poisoned. Do you?

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Lets take a closer look at the supposed invasive plant species that the government thinks killing are worth poisoning an entire city and half of a mountain for…or could their goal actually be to poison us?

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OxeEye Daisy happens to be a medicinal herb used to successfully treat whooping-cough, asthma, nervous excitability as well as coughs, bronchitis, disorders of the liver and kidneys, swelling and inflammation, to treat wounds, used as a drying agent, astringent, and blood purifyer.

Tansy Ragwort is a medicinal herb successfully used to treat cancer, colic, woulds, spasms, as a laxative, to cause sweating, to start menstruation, and for cleansing and purification. It cam help alleviate constipation, menstruation problems, and muscle and joint pain.
Foxglove is a poisonous plant that has been used to cause vomiting and treat burns, and is a main food source for the larvae of several moth species. Moths are important pollinators. The pharmaceutical industry uses foxglove to make drugs for heart conditions, saying that it is not safe for self-use.

False Brome is used by caterpillars as a food plant. Caterpillars turn into butterflies, one of our very important pollinators!

Spraying poison is not an acceptable solution. The seeds of these so called invasive species are spread by wildlife; Wildlife IS Nature. Stop the war on Nature and let Nature do her thing! Stop poising our important polinators, which are responsible for an important part in a majority of our foods growth and production. Stop poisining our people and all of the other land and water lives that are effected by the violent act of spraying poison in Nature.
To eradicate a species because the dominating culture thinks it shouldn’t be there sounds a lot like genocide. Poisoning your own people slowly with glyphosate (basically agent orange) sounds a lot like genocide too.
These plants have a right to exist. We all have a right to exist without being poisoned. We would be wise to build a relationship with, harvest, and utilize these herbs rather than to spray them with poison. The plants and Nature are the cure, and the poisoning and violence is the disease. Stop violating Nature and reverse this backwards cycle of violence. Mama earth needs us to take care of her as she takes care of us.

End the war on the sacred divine feminine force of Nature.

It is not Nature that is mute, but it is Man that is deaf. Man must not continue to attempt to dominate and control Nature. Rather, observe her and learn.  The weed control acts are a war on nature and are killing our steams, wildlife, our loved ones, and ourselves.

Corvallis and Siuslaw, I thought you should know, you are being poisoned, and so is your Mother Earth. You have a choice to wake up to your Rights, and protect our waters! Say No to glyphosate use! Nature does not consent. It is time to raise awareness to respect the consent of our sacred divine goddess mother earth who gives us life.

Glyphosate use is one of the many ways that THEY (the hierarchy enslaving you) are using to destabilize Nature and enfeeble us. Make your voice heard if you do not consent.
Your silence is violence.

Lets bring back the sacred principle of Care.

Blessed be & Good Vibes

Share this message to declare that you do not consent to glyphosate spraying, and to raise awareness of what has happened on Marys Peak.

Call Matt Smith at Siuslaw National Forest (541) 563-5425 and tell him that you do not consent to glyphosate use.

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Need to be Free

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I need to leave
To swim naked in the sea
To hike up a mountain
To buzz like a bee
I need to run
Through the forest and fern
To a babbling brook
As the seasons turn
I need to go
Where the trees are tall
To hear their wisdom
Before I fall
I need to escape
To a place where the sun
Shines down upon me
Where my pains are none
I need to leave
This physical plane
Where none go with me
Not even my pain.

Tarah Green

Experience inspired personal writings

Where is your smile?

A response to the ones who ask, “Where is your smile?” 

My smile was in my body after morning yoga.  My smile was in my voice as I lead  a sacred song circle in the forest.

My smile was in the voices of those I sang with. My smile was in the arms of those I share community with.  My smile was in the faces of those I photographed.

My smile was behind a screen, pleased with the art I had created.  My smile was in my shoulders as I sat tall through business meetings and tasks my future self will thank me for.

My smile was in my ears and mind as I observed non judgementally and gathered data. My smile was in my bare feet as I walked through forest paths and city streets.

My smile was in the pure water of life I carried home. My smile was in the moon as it shined down upon my bare skin.

My smile was in the goose bumps arising from wind chill and rain. My smile was in the sun as it starts my day again.

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You Can’t Put an Anarchist in an Ashram

With the intentions of cultivating inner strength and gaining knowledge and skills for my future, I kissed my boyfriend goodbye and left rainy Oregon. After going through security where I was thoroughly patted down, breasts fondled, dreadlocks individually checked, and my bag opened and searched through where they found a small pocket knife i forgot in there which they threw in the trash, and I made my way to my gate where I sat in a big wooden rocking chair with headphones in, and grounded myself in music that I am familiar with while rocking away my anxiety. My first plane was small, and I was snugly squished between a window and a woman who took up a few inches of my seat in addition to her own. When the flight attendants made an announcement that they “proudly” serve cocoa cola products and made their way through the isles passing out poison, I said “No thanks” and so did the woman in the seat next to me. I don’t know her or where she is at in her journey through life, but I felt proud of her for making that choice, to abstain from the fizzy, genetically modified, colored, corn syrup drinks, and the bleached, preserved, and fortified snacks.

Arriving in Seattle, I briefly got to see the sun set as I walked into the airport from the plane. My next flight was to Minnesota, where I had an overnight layover and would be confined to the inside of airports and planes for the next day. This plane to the frigid north was large and I had a window seat with the two seats next to me completely empty, and free WiFi. I spent the hours on the plane doing a tarot reading, listening to music, messaging my boyfriend Jay, and reading The Lonely Traveler. Missing Jay and my cats didn’t really sink in until I was spending the night in the airport in Minnesota with out a place to sleep or food to eat. I walked around in that airport and came across a cafe that advertised gluten free and vegan food, though it was closed and would not be open until I was on my next plane to Florida. I had packed a baggie of nuts and dried fruit, as well as hummus with vegan cheese on tortillas, and a salad, but couldn’t eat anymore. I Felt sick from eating the hummus, due to the mysterious ingredient “spices” which I have come to learn means “garlic and onions”, which I happen to be allergic to. With a migraine, nausea, and light sensitivity, I lied down on a bench near a bathroom with my phone charging and my headphones in, keeping myself grounded in the music, getting up occasionally to use the bathroom where I would wash away my tears and cover myself in the comforts of essential oils.

Before the sun was up I was on my plane to Florida, with only one more to go. I was able to sleep on this plane at least for a few moments, and it wasn’t long until I was on my next plane to my destination, the Bahamas. I was seated by the window again, next to a couple who looked at each other more than anything else. They gave each other massages, and the man caringly tucked a pillow under his partners head when she had fallen asleep. The few words they spoke to me were kind, though I mostly just listened to music and cuddled up to the window and wall of the plane. When I finally arrived and got off of the plane, I could hardly wait to breathe the air from outside. I waited for my luggage, and once I had it, I could barely stand. With all of my camping gear on my back and a little suitcase and backpack in hand, I set out for a taxi and a boat to the Ashram. I attempted to call for my boat, but the payphones only took Bahamian coins, which I had none of. I asked a man at a business counter to exchange some coins for me, but he offered me use of his phone instead. Once that was settled, I wobbled out to find a taxi, exhausted from lack of sleep, food, and heavy luggage.

A driver with an old hippie bus-like taxi picked me up, as well as another woman who was headed to the Ashram and we split the cab fare. The driver was very knowledgeable about the local history and businesses and gave us a guided tour as we drove. He mentioned the names of the streets and the reason behind their names, one was because president Kennedy visited there, and he pointed out the new sky scraping resorts that have recently been built. The vehicle he drove had him seated on the left, but I was unsure which side of the road was correct to drive on, as he seemed to be on both sides at different times. The streets were crowded, and he backed into a street to drop us off by the docks. We walked down to the water and it wasn’t long before our boat arrived. The boat man was young, flirtatious, and lifted all of our heavy luggage into the boat for us, reaching out a hand to help us in too. A few more people joined us in the boat over to the Ashram, including a woman from China who had a warm smile and heart that shined brightly with kindness. She said i reminded her of her daughter who is about my age. I The waves were huge and the wind was strong. We caught some air as we jumped across waves in the tiny boat, and a wave came over the side engulfing me in the salty waters, like a baptism sent from the ocean herself, of regeneration and purification upon my arrival.

Stepping off of the boat onto the Ashram dock, I was a bit wobbly. The sounds of a loud hum from the water treatment plant next door, police sirens, and honking of cruise ships passing by filled the air. I lifted my luggage once again and made my way to the registration counter where I filled out some paper work and paid my balance for my tuition and expenses in cash. I don’t have a bank account at this time and am trying out life without one, taking every step I can away from corruption, control, and the debt trap. I’d prefer not to even use cash, but, one step at a time. My new friend from China and I stuck together while we waited to be showed the places we would be sleeping. It felt comforting to make conversation and share experiences of past and present with  a kind soul. She gave me a banana, and we talked about where our classes would be held. The Ashram has a strict dress policy of keeping your knees and elbows covered, and some people even said to keep your elbows covered as well. The man who showed me the spaces available to set up my tent had shorts on that were above his knees. The dress policy seemed a bit lax for men and for those who were living at the Ashram or working there long term, but for the guests, students, and women, it was a must.

I had just a few minutes to get my tent set up before orientation. I threw it together and put my things inside, hoping it wouldn’t rain until I got back to stake it down and add the rain cover. In orientation ,we were informed of our very busy schedule and given a tour of the Ashram. The next week was kind of a blur, waking up at 5:30am, having back to back classes after Satsang, 2 quick meals in a day that ended up making me sick (it wasn’t long before I wasn’t eating at all), Karma yoga (cleaning rooms for massage therapists, with harsh chemicals tested on animals, which i refused to use and convinced them to let me use something natural), and ending the days with Satsang again. I didn’t have much time to be at the beach, but when i had a few moments between classes and homework I would walk on the white sand an smile at the blue waters, picking up the trash brought in to me by the waves. Satsang started out with 30 minutes of meditation, 30 minutes of chanting, and then a 1 hour lecture on something. The lectures that I got to hear caught my attention and got me thinking, and I enjoyed chanting and having the time to meditate, but there weren’t many Sansangs like this before it turned into a week long party for the Ashrams 50th anniversary, which resulted in meditation and chanting being shorted to about  15 minutes, and instead of a lecture on a philosophical or spiritual topic, it meant mandatory participation in something I didn’t pay tuition for; listening to speeches given by government employees wearing black suits talking about tourism, and lengthy memorials about Swami Vishnu Shivananda’s life that would often run an hour later than scheduled, cutting into our very little time allowed for sleep. Swami Vishnu Shivananda founded the Ashram, and it is clear by the schedule that he was in the military prior to his spiritual awakening. He didn’t sleep much in his short life; There is no room for a personal identity or self care and awareness of personal needs in a military style ashram.

To realize the self, there is a time where one gets to know thyself, understanding what nourishes you and what burns you out. It’s part of being an observer, and one can do this without being overly attached. Know thyself, know limitations, know how your conditioning has effected your brain, know why certain thoughts and feelings are queued up in response to certain things, and know these things by first observing, silently, non-judgmentally, sitting with it and letting your inner teacher guide you. Know your purpose in truth, and know the actions to take in getting there, being still in the center, watching all of the dust settle around you, seeing what is clear. To know that everything but the mind is from the mind may bring perspective, but knowing when to be still and when to take action is effective. When resting and doing find balance, the stillness in the center has its purpose.

The nights were dark and stormy. One night I stood on the beach in the dark (which is against the rules), watching lighting seemingly hit the water around the island, lighting up the waves that seemed to draw me in to swallow me up. On the first stormy night I realized that my tent leaks a lot. Many of my things got wet, and the rain continued daily. My tent neighbor had brought an extra tarp that she let me use when she found out that mine was leaking. The wind was strong and tried to take it away from me a few times, along with branches from trees and other debris. I became more sick as the days went on. Each time I would go to a meal, I needed to wait until a chef became available to speak with me about the food ingredients so I could choose the gluten free and vegan options. The other kitchen staff was unaware of what was in the food, and we were not allowed much time for our meals. Sometimes waiting to speak to someone could take half of the time I was allowed for the meal and so I would guess my way through the line. It was rare that the food didn’t contain gluten and dairy, so the cook would save a little in the kitchen for me before adding those things. I wasn’t allowed in the kitchen to get my food and after waiting  for someone to get my food, i wouldn’t have much time to eat, so I would barely chew it. The produce tasted like heavy pesticides, and i doubted that they even washed their produce before cooking and serving it. The foods served that are naturally gluten free seemed to have been processed in a facility with gluten. Food waste was thrown directly into plastic trash bags, along with the styrafoam dishes and plastic utensils used, which was then to be incinerated. The safety of the water was questionable for drinking and which they used for cooking, possibly containing harmful bacteria, and certainly containing sodium fluoride and chlorine.   Each time after eating, I would become more and more sick with nausea, diarrhea, headaches, pain and cramping, and more. Eventually I stopped eating because it wasn’t worth it anymore to be losing more water and nutrients in a painful sickness than I could put back in. I was growing weak and weary.

One day I took a boat into Nassau in an attempt to find some kombucha or something to help my body balance out. Walking in the streets of the Bahamas resulted in a lot of cat calling, accusations of being a Rasta and a witch, and harassment and jokes about me “dropping plants”. I was unable to find any food items that were organic, affordable, or appealing in any way. Most things on the shelves resembled antifreeze with their neon coloring and heavy plastic packaging. The Rasta comments ended at the Ashram, but were replaced with fearful talk about witches, and teasing about being a hippie and my attempts to avoid harsh chemicals, sodium fluoride, dairy, and gluten. It is unlike me not to take the time for photographs of my experiences, but the strict schedule I was on really didn’t allow for it.

It was about 4 days of not eating and barely being able to hydrate before I left the Ashram. I decided to go late at night after Sansang when I began packing my things.  I was very sick at this point, weak, malnourished, and dehydrated. I walked to the dining area to get water and on my way I was blacking out, losing my vision and hearing, unable to step I fell to the ground losing consciousness. Next I somehow found myself bent over the water fountain, filling up my bottle, with someone holding me up by my side. She brought me into a room and laid me down in a bed where she asked me what I was doing, and i explained that I needed to go home. She coordinated with the staff to finish packing my things for me, and have someone escort me to the airport. She helped me drink a big bottle of water, guided my chaotic mind into a breathing exercise, and helped me get to sleep.

When morning arrived, I got my things handed to me and was walked to a taxi. I wondered if the people who packed my things noticed my compost pile by my tent. I was informed that they were keeping my uniforms and my book which was included in the cost of tuition, tuition that is nonrefundable according to their policy.  I had taken notes in that book, and my personal thoughts were written in its pages. A few of my other things were missing, but I didn’t notice this until days later when I was home. The journey home was long and hard, which included another overnight layover, in which I had to leave the airport to recheck my luggage and go through security a second time. All three times were invasive in different ways, this last one included TSA flipping through the pages of my book of shadows, while in the other they wiped my hands down with something to check for explosives, and there wasn’t a time where they didn’t physically look through my bags, pat me down in every cavity of my body, and check under my dreads.  I nearly fainted in the airports a few times on my way home, and missed one of my connecting flights with how sick and weak I was. On my last plane, I got on before my boarding group was called, not knowing if i could stay conscious much longer and the employee taking tickets said it wasn’t my boarding group yet to which I replied, “I need extra time due to my medical condition.” He laughed at me with lack of understanding and judgement of my appearance, but allowed me on anyway. I was so happy to be on that last plane, just needing to hang on a little longer.

When I got back to Oregon, I was greeted with Jay’s arms of love that carried me and my luggage home, back to the forest, to the community of hippies, and to my cats. It took a few days to recover, but I instantly felt better when I was surrounded by familiar friendly bacteria and other life forms. I ate live organic foods from the earth with probiotics, walked in the woods barefoot to pee, and rested in bed with my cats, listening to the rain. There’s no place like home! The strength I cultivated and the knowledge I gained were not the ones I might’ve expected to get, but with an open mind I gained much from this trip. Freedom is so important, and to be in a restrictive environment showed how key it is to our survival and evolution. To be caged for even a short time, trapped in the little space of a plane, and an even smaller space of an airplane seat was so painful to every muscle and bone in my body. Even days, weeks after being home, I can feel their need to recover.  I knew before leaving that I love this place, Oregon, the forest, my community, but this was brought to light even more. I belong in an environment which is conducive for care to the earth and myself, and the other life forms around me, in which I can observe and dance to the beat of my own drum, and exercise conscious with my actions, doing as little harm as possible, while also not taking shit orders for no good reason. Animals raised for humans to simply consume are in cages similar to mine of an airplane cabin, an airport, or a little ashram on an island with limited toxic food options and environmental hazards I can’t avoid. Humans are animals too, raised for other humans to consume from, in the form of taxation. From the routine bug spray that came out of the ceilings on the yoga platforms, the chemicals used for cleaning and sterilizing everything, the polluted air, to the noise and air pollution from cruise ships and giant hotels, the heavy low vibration that is the modern world aims to bring us all down to its level. We must resist the disrespect of existence outside of ourselves, realize that we are all connected, and seek to live in peace and harmony without forcing upon other living beings the harm that humans driven by scarcity and domination create. So much of our world looks like a relative gray, but if we can ground ourselves in love of our sacred mother earth, let the dust settle, we can see clearly and know that black darkness and pure light do exist, as well as many other shades of gray. Maybe we can’t always reach pure light from where we are standing in the darkness, but we can choose to do the best we can with what we have, truly, even if that means choosing a lighter grey, when we wish we could choose light. Don’t be discouraged with thinking of, “Since i can’t reach pure light, why even try, grey is just the same, its still grey”, remember that we are on a latter and we can either climb up or we can climb down. I have come to learn that as a sovereign being, I can choose the least harm option as often as possible, and each time I do it is a step in the right direction.We can choose not to step down the latter into darkness but instead rise up as much as possible.  I choose a community of broken souls recovering from the world. I do not choose a military style ashram using force, control, and domination, a totalitarian airport violating natural rights out of fear. I do not chose strict regulation of food, standardization, exploitation of animals, humans included.  We must understand the dark, but live in the light.
So it seems, you can’t put an anarchist in a military style Ashram…At least not this one.