One of my goals for this year was to develop a higher consciousness for all living things. I know it sounds whacky, but that’s pretty much what I am: Whacky. Just ask people who know me, they can attest to this fact. Most of them would probably describe me as a religious “nut,” and because I am attempting a higher consciousness I can put myself in their place, and from their perspective they are probably right.
I wonder what it would be like to be one of the squirrels that get shelter by living in my roof, a mouse, or even my family dog. What would these creatures want me to know about them if they could tell me? If they could say “hey, treat me the way you would want to be treated,” I wonder: If I could be them for just a minute, what would I do differently?
There are many beautiful flowers here, and I look at them and wonder what it would like to be them. Do they have any kind of sentient feeling? The kids pick a flower, and I tell them it is pretty, but if you let it grow it will live and be able to be pretty longer. The flower is a living thing, I say, lets not regard its life so lightly.
This year, because of my attempt at a higher consciousness I am not using any pesticides. The bugs pretty much have free reign, except they will get killed if they are too much in my space, I mean….its self-defense, right? But outside my kitchen window I have three spiders, Hairy, Cruella Deville, and string bean. I have noticed that they are really helpful in killing flies and mosquitoes. I am afraid of spiders, so they are welcome here within reason. If they attempt to come in the house I will have to exercise my right to self preservation.
Instead of freaking out when bees comes in the house I tell the kids to leave them alone. I want to watch them, I want to get to know them better. I noticed something I’ve never seen before. The bee flies right up to a fly and attacks it, kills it, and eats it (or at least it looks like it is eating it). They don’t attack me, not at all. They seem to be here as a kind of service to me, as a fly swatting device. I have not killed one of them this year, and unless they get mean and weird, or too many of them come around I am not going to either.
I know what most of you are thinking, that you never want to come and visit me, and that is okay because I’m really more partial to my 4-legged neighbors anyway. They have caused me far less pain than the two legged mammal. Human beings it turns out ,are the cruel ones, at least from my point of view.
We, as human beings have traded our health for things like pesticides, rather than learning to live in harmony with creepy things we don’t understand. Pesticides are agents of death, and in our quest to kill everything that we don’t understand, we destroy our own health just so we….what? Don’t ever have to see anything ugly or creepy, even though they won’t hurt us one little bit, in fact they help us in many ways.
What price do we pay for our pest free environment? We have traded bugs on the vine for poison in our water, our food, and our air. So, while you can see a nice fat dog tick, you can’t see the alar on the apples you eat. Or the chlordane in the air you breathe. In fact, in our quest to be bug free we may have traded in some of our resistance to disease. These pesticides affect our immune system, so you could say what comes around goes around.
Our immune system was meant to handle viruses, bacteria, fungi, parasites, particles and many other onslaughts, not pesticides. We have to deal with chemical onslaughts daily, no wonder we are a nation of sick people. Then we turn around and think we are smart when we willfully spray in our own homes, and in our own yards.
The immune system of our animals is similar in composition to human beings. Our animals have Killer cells, B-cells, T-cells, and anti-bodies. Here is what we know about what happens to our animals immune system, not to mention ours, when we use these agents of death:
1. White blood cell and bone marrow counts drop
2. Damages bone marrow, keeps killer cells from efficiently killing tumor cells, bacteria, and other invaders, and cuts down on the numbers of antibody producing B cells.
3. Depletes B cell numbers, and in the test tube allows viruses to infect human lung cells.
4. depresses immunity
5. The termite poison chlordane causes immune suppression for life in animals exposed to it while still in the womb.
6. PCP is a highly potent immune suppressant and causes cancer of the immune system.
As for humans? Have you ever heard of CAIDS-chemically acquired immune deficiency syndrome.? Well, this is a terribly disabling condition which attacks the immune system. A healthy person should have 1.8 to 2 helper T-cells for each suppressor T-cell, but the CAIDS patient’s ratio is usually below 1.4, which shows that the immune system isn’t turning on as well as it should, and is turning off too well.
Of course this disease attacks those most who work around these pesticides all of the time, as would be expected. What is the risk to the week-end gardener, or the bugaphobic?
Well, studies have found that leukemia risk rises, susceptibility to infection, and enlargement of lymph nodes and spleen, which are essential components to the immune system. However, some medical experts claim that there is not enough evidence to show that the “week-end” gardener is seriously damaging his immunity because our immune system has a substantial reserve capacity.
Still, if you are going to use pesticides be careful, and use common sense. Use “natural” techniques as much as possible: flyswatters, ant traps, and sprays of soapy water as an example. If you are going to use pesticides follow safety directions carefully, and remember these chemicals are designed to kill. Take your children and animals to safety for as long as it takes to get most of the danger to dissipate.
As for me, I think I like watching the bees come in and kill the flies. I like watching the spiders make their webs, and enjoy their life as a spider. They are fulfilling the measure of their creation by serving me in the best capacity that they are able. I have an understanding that weeds grow along side the flowers, and I am okay with that.
Michaud & Feinstein “Fighting Disease”