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  • We were sitting around the picnic table at the raw vegan farm, eating our green breakfast smoothies when The Farmer spoke.

    “I’m looking forward to the day that I’m petting a jaguar,” he said, nodding his head in deep thought.

    I had just shoveled a spoonful of the chunky breakfast mush into my face, and the arbitrary announcement caused me to choke on a piece of papaya.

    “Uh . . . what?”

    “Yes, as we return to an era of peace and awareness through the conscious global awakening, we’ll have a new relationship with the animal kingdom. We’re going to be able to interact with animals without fear,” he stated matter-of-factly. “I’ve seen some small jaguars around here. I think it’s happening already.”

    “Wow,” I replied, nodding my head cautiously. “Let me know how that works out for you.”

    I excused myself from the table to clean the breakfast prep dishes. As a volunteer on the farm, I had hoped to ascertain a few things about permaculture, but so far the greatest lesson learned was that a raw vegan lifestyle was probably not in my future. In fact, over the past few weeks I had felt hungry and frustrated. But as I scrubbed squished avocado off a bamboo cutting board, I suddenly felt a new emotion – this time it was sorrow. The Farmer was relatively alone in his belief system and he probably felt threatened by a world that was different than him. His response had been to isolate himself in the back hills of the Costa Rican jungle.

    It must have been a mighty lonely place to be.
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