Some might say I’m a little
mental off the wall with some of my ideas and beliefs around life, love, the universe and everything. Me, I much prefer radical renegade or playfully oddball. Or sexy crackpot. Whatever. Certainly I’d have to concede that one of my more kooky ‘out there’ notions centres around the whole energy and food thing.
You see, I firmly believe that the energy that goes in to and surrounds your food before, during and after it being consumed is just as holy-meat-and-potatoes important as the food itself. With that I’m quite sensitive to energy around food.
This means I don’t choose someone in a bad/angry/I-need-to-get-laid-or-pay-my-bills/depressed/anxiety-ridden state to prepare my food. I could never, ever, EVER eat something made by this arsehole.
This means I physically can’t put a food in to my mouth if I feel any of the above or if I’m eating with someone who is.
This means I say a blessing (give thanks) to my food before I eat it to radiate it with good energy and gratitude.
Call me a proper whack job if you will, but I’m sure there’s an energy that food imbues that you will just as easily ingest and digest over and above its nutritional profile. I’m pretty sure that’s why you can eat something and just feel uneasy or even angry afterwards without a clue why.
You are what you eat, physically and energetically.
This is why food made by your loved ones tastes so fucking good, because there’s a loving, giving energy going in to the food itself. That’s why my granny’s soup was the best in the world when she made it especially for us visiting. Either that or her secret granny stash of crack cocaine.
It’s not always possible to ensure that the energy around your food is positive and loving. Eating in a restaurant is a bit tricky, unless you’re going to ask to personally greet the chef and find out how his day is going before ordering. Tricky.
The most you can do is choose wisely and ensure that as much as possible, the food you buy and prepare has a vibration so good it makes you want to do ten types of interesting deviousness involving a bottle of hemp oil and this man.
Shop for food in the places you get a good vibe from. That’s why smaller, local shops are so appealing to me. I know the faces behind the counter. I see and hear the banter. I engage. Local shops for local people. Great energy! Big corporate supermarkets can kiss my energetic ass.
Never prepare food for yourself or anyone else when you’re in a bitch of a mood. It’s not likely to digest very well. You’re better off going hungry. Comfort eating is a misnomer.
Avoid as much as possible the negative energy associated with factory-farmed or unethically sourced produce. It’s just got a really shitty vibe and it’s not a game I choose to partake in. Go to farmers markets and speak to the actual people that grew and nurtured your food. Get a feel for them and their business. Make friends. Possibly even get a date. Farmers markets are notorious for finding true love. True.
Lastly, be thankful. Food is a wonderful thing. Each of us has the ability to transmute the energy around the food we eat in to positive, healthy energy and then we can all transcend to the next dimension already.