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Experiences with the Metaphysics of Nature
cows. My bucket-reared heifers were put to the bull in their second year, not the frst, so they were
beautiful large animals … and I really loved them. This was also a turning point in my whole relationship with the land and cattle, it was when I truly realised that … I loved them. It was a time when
my connection with the cattle moved to a new level.
I will share an incident involving my developing beef herd. All my ex-dairy cows now ran with
my beef cows in one large herd of about 140 cows. I would walk among them almost every day,
talking to them, stroking their backs and consciously connecting with them. And I use the words
consciously with deliberation. I was not thinking of other things, my whole focus and attention was
on the cow herd, and on each cow as I touched her. As I did this, I noticed that one of my large
tame heifers was not energetically right. She looked perfect, but her Chaos/Order energy was out
of Balance. As I focused on her, my intuition told me that her calf was dead inside her and that she
had peritonitis.
Talking to her all the time, I walked her out of the herd and down the steep roadway to the creek.
The idea was to cross the creek bridge and up the roadway on the other side to the farm buildings,
where I would keep her and phone for the vet. Unfortunately, this did not happen. When we reached
the creek, she turned off the roadway and followed the creek. Despite my efforts, I could not stop
her. When she reached a narrowing of the creek, she deliberately laid down, effectively damming
the fow of the water so that it fowed around and over her. For half an hour, I tried everything to get
her out of the freezing cold creek, but she would not budge. Finally, I put a halter on her, and with
my Landrover, I dragged her onto the bank. Then leaving her haltered to the vehicle, I walked to my
house to phone the vet.
Returning to her immediately, I found she had broken the rope and was back in exactly the same
position. I sat down in tears. Cows have their eyes in the sides of their head, so are unable to fully see
you. Yet she fully looked at me, an invitation in her eyes. She then swung her head along her back
and immersed her head under the deeper water caused by her body. As I watched this through eyes
blurred with my tears, I knew, I even felt the pain she was in. Her calf was dead and rotting, and she
was suiciding. Every book I have ever read about such topics says that only humans suicide, never
animals. I knew and felt that the icy water was numbing her pain and that she was inviting me to
metaphysically join with her in this conscious and deliberate process. Sadly, all I could do was cry
as I helplessly watch a heifer I loved drown herself.
Metaphysically, all linear time occupies the same moment. Years later when I had grown in consciousness, I visited that moment again, and this time, I accompanied her as she transitioned from
a herd-soul on a physical plane to a far greater and more wondrous herd-soul on a higher plane of
consciousness. That was when I learned how our conscious human love can raise the consciousness
of all animals. Even the farmer using animals for milk or meat can, by conscious love for his or her
livestock, raise their consciousness. I will go as far to say that this is what it is to be a true custodian
of livestock or of the land. By our good use or misuse, we raise or lower their or its consciousness.
My own personal evolution of consciousness took me away from farming in a way that I did not
expect. My relationship with my cattle had been a very close one. One wild and wet night, I had been
walking the herd because I knew that this was the weather they preferred for calving, and the old deep
instinct of rain washing away the birthing smells from predators was still with them. Every cow so far
had calved with no problems, but I knew there was one more to check on. When I found her around
5 am, there was enough light for me to see she had licked away and eaten all the afterbirth except for
one thick piece on the face of the calf, covering its mouth and nostrils. I cleaned it away, but he was
dead. Because he was still warm, I positioned him so that I could push onto his lungs while giving him
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Just as I was about to give up, he took a deep shuddering breath and was
alive! In that moment, I felt an incredible elation, joy, victory, a soaring of my spirit … which came
crashing down as I realised that in 10 months I would be sending him to the slaughterhouse.
That moment fnished my beef career. I knew that I could not do this to animal Beings that I
loved. If this sounds stupid or emotional, so be it. For me to continue growing in consciousness
required that I follow a different path in my physical life.
Experiences with the Metaphysics of Nature
cows. My bucket-reared heifers were put to the bull in their second year, not the frst, so they were
beautiful large animals … and I really loved them. This was also a turning point in my whole relationship with the land and cattle, it was when I truly realised that … I loved them. It was a time when
my connection with the cattle moved to a new level.
I will share an incident involving my developing beef herd. All my ex-dairy cows now ran with
my beef cows in one large herd of about 140 cows. I would walk among them almost every day,
talking to them, stroking their backs and consciously connecting with them. And I use the words
consciously with deliberation. I was not thinking of other things, my whole focus and attention was
on the cow herd, and on each cow as I touched her. As I did this, I noticed that one of my large
tame heifers was not energetically right. She looked perfect, but her Chaos/Order energy was out
of Balance. As I focused on her, my intuition told me that her calf was dead inside her and that she
had peritonitis.
Talking to her all the time, I walked her out of the herd and down the steep roadway to the creek.
The idea was to cross the creek bridge and up the roadway on the other side to the farm buildings,
where I would keep her and phone for the vet. Unfortunately, this did not happen. When we reached
the creek, she turned off the roadway and followed the creek. Despite my efforts, I could not stop
her. When she reached a narrowing of the creek, she deliberately laid down, effectively damming
the fow of the water so that it fowed around and over her. For half an hour, I tried everything to get
her out of the freezing cold creek, but she would not budge. Finally, I put a halter on her, and with
my Landrover, I dragged her onto the bank. Then leaving her haltered to the vehicle, I walked to my
house to phone the vet.
Returning to her immediately, I found she had broken the rope and was back in exactly the same
position. I sat down in tears. Cows have their eyes in the sides of their head, so are unable to fully see
you. Yet she fully looked at me, an invitation in her eyes. She then swung her head along her back
and immersed her head under the deeper water caused by her body. As I watched this through eyes
blurred with my tears, I knew, I even felt the pain she was in. Her calf was dead and rotting, and she
was suiciding. Every book I have ever read about such topics says that only humans suicide, never
animals. I knew and felt that the icy water was numbing her pain and that she was inviting me to
metaphysically join with her in this conscious and deliberate process. Sadly, all I could do was cry
as I helplessly watch a heifer I loved drown herself.
Metaphysically, all linear time occupies the same moment. Years later when I had grown in consciousness, I visited that moment again, and this time, I accompanied her as she transitioned from
a herd-soul on a physical plane to a far greater and more wondrous herd-soul on a higher plane of
consciousness. That was when I learned how our conscious human love can raise the consciousness
of all animals. Even the farmer using animals for milk or meat can, by conscious love for his or her
livestock, raise their consciousness. I will go as far to say that this is what it is to be a true custodian
of livestock or of the land. By our good use or misuse, we raise or lower their or its consciousness.
My own personal evolution of consciousness took me away from farming in a way that I did not
expect. My relationship with my cattle had been a very close one. One wild and wet night, I had been
walking the herd because I knew that this was the weather they preferred for calving, and the old deep
instinct of rain washing away the birthing smells from predators was still with them. Every cow so far
had calved with no problems, but I knew there was one more to check on. When I found her around
5 am, there was enough light for me to see she had licked away and eaten all the afterbirth except for
one thick piece on the face of the calf, covering its mouth and nostrils. I cleaned it away, but he was
dead. Because he was still warm, I positioned him so that I could push onto his lungs while giving him
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Just as I was about to give up, he took a deep shuddering breath and was
alive! In that moment, I felt an incredible elation, joy, victory, a soaring of my spirit … which came
crashing down as I realised that in 10 months I would be sending him to the slaughterhouse.
That moment fnished my beef career. I knew that I could not do this to animal Beings that I
loved. If this sounds stupid or emotional, so be it. For me to continue growing in consciousness
required that I follow a different path in my physical life.