this might take some telling but i'll try to be succinct. and it starts sad. there's a big water tank cut down from three thousand gallons just outside the back fence of our yard and we keep it filled with water so that our goats and kangaroos and other wildlife can drink from it. its about two and a half feet high. each evening at around sunset up to a dozen or so mother kangaroos and their joeys in their pouches and some dads come in and hang round the waterhole exchanging gossip like people at a pub, while the joeys play, hopping in and out of the mothers' pouches and sparring up to each other and doing wheelies in the sand. last night just as the sun went down and before the kangaroos came in, we found a little joey just ready to leave the pouch, drowned in this pond.
this had never happened before. kangaroos are very emotional animals and the misery still surrounding the pond was palpable. we took the joey out and put water in a bucket for the joeys who couldn't reach the big tank so that it would not happen again.
but my little dog demanded the carcase and i couldn't see that wasting what was obviously very good meat would help the situation. i respect my dog and had no reason to refuse her request. it seemed almost an insult to it to leave it out on the flat to rot. i do the butchering on this farm so i left it until this morning when before it got too hot (which it soon did) i quickly skinned and gutted it and reduced it to small portions which i put on a rack to dry in the sun. (kangaroo cherokee
now i butcher goats fairly frequently, and over the years i've got to know my way round the inside of a goat pretty well. it took years. first i had to deal with my squeamishness about benefitting from the death, and butchering a goat i had known and loved since its birth, and learn to appreciate the need to respect the planetary foodweb, which is one of our planet's vital systems, and the goats' place in it, and mine as a predatory omnivore.
then i had to deal with disgust at the substances i found inside the goat, and that took even longer, even though i was making conscious efforts to see all parts as wholesome and good. then i had to deal with the smells, and the knowledge that i was dealing intimately with the 'rude parts', ashamed of being embarrassed about that. i'm still working at it, i admit.
same with chooks.
but this kangaroo was different. i had his skin off and was well under way when it dawned on me that i was feeling pretty good for a killing day, and then i noticed that the meat was beautiful, truly wholesome and good to look at, and the smell was appetising and clean. the gut was clean, and its lines, colours, patterns and textures were beautiful. the trouble i have feeling okay about goat innards just wasn't there.
and this is what i learned: our culture has for generations cultivated disgust concerning guts and their functions, and the urino-genital tract and its functions, the mucous membranes and their exudates and functions, and even blood, until we have effectively 'enchanted' the animals we eat, and undoubtedly ourselves too, in this adverse way. it isn't my lack of enlightenment that makes it hard for me to find the goats gizzards non-repulsive, it's this enchantment, actually affecting every goat that's born, right to the deva level.
for thousands of years the aborigines have killed and butchered kangaroos respectfully, with no shame or disgust about any of its parts. the reuslt is this purity and cleanliness and actual beauty, which is associate with the radiant, vibrant health that wild creatures so often have.
now it seems to me, and the famous gypsy herballist juliette de bairacli levi points out, that wild animals enjoy much better health than domesticated ones do, even when they're well fed. she mentions unnatural conditions as the reason for this but i'll add to that that it's also the sick, harmful magic resulting from the cultivating of disgust and shame.
the gut, its contents and its functions of all animals including human beings is 'hexed' disgusting, and 'fetched' to disgustingness, such that it finally succumbs and complies with what amounts to a magical command to produce disgusting smells. but that disgustingness isn't natural in a healthy animal. healthy animals are sweet and beautiful and pleasant smelling right down to their chyle and dung. so animals fetched to disgustingness are fetched to the poor health that produces disgustingness.
there, now that's what i learned today. from a tragedy, a lesson well worth the trouble of learning.
by the way, peggy enjoyed her part in it. she heartily agreed that every particle of that joey is pleasant through and through!