About vegetables and plant life. I now realize that all of life, including vegetables, has auras and are distressed when cut or picked for harvest. There was a study done by Bose of India, where Bose used a crescograph and attached it to a plant and then it was cut. The plant reacted with distress. Then they hooked up the crescograph to several plants.  They cut one  that was not hooked up the crescograph and all the plants which were reacted distressed

 Another study done by Bose shows a mother plant separated from new growth and the new growth did quite well, but if the mother plant was destroyed the new growth did not fare well or died, (The secret life of Plants by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird). Given this and knowing the suffering of animals during slaughter it would make one refrain from ever eating salad or meat again.

Any time I receive flowers, I thank them for making my life more beautiful and for sacrificing for me. Of course it didn’t have a choice, or did it? Surely God put both animals and plants on earth for our well being, whether as food or pleasure. Certainly we could believe what all past teachers have said one way or another.  But I think again, it is what fits for a person, and the person should be able to not have any guilt about it. Even being a vegan is not good for everyone.

I have had a lot of experience with responses from plants.  One Easter I bought my mother a beautiful pot of planted unopened tulips figuring it would give my mother pleasure to watch them open and we could plant them outside later.  Before I left her place I wanted to feel its beautiful aura and I channeled it some energy. Well,  mom called me the next morning very angry at me because the energy opened every last one of those tulips wide open and they were drooped over the top of the table.  Not leaving her much time for enjoyment.  She warned me not to mess with her plants again.  I always bless and am thankful for a plate of food before me whether it is meat or plant, for it had special meaning in this world of ours. 

—Mary Ann Johnston