[Free 1st Half]Enchanted Gastronomy - food as a mystical tool

Driving to the Rez - With Inelia Benz and Larry Buzzell

One of the things Larry and I have noticed time and again when eating out, is how some restaurants deliver a plate filled with flavor and life, while others deliver slightly salted cardboard.

Growing up in a family steeped in mystical knowledge, it was not secret that not everyone was allowed in the kitchen. Anyone who was angry was immediately removed, for example.

Why? What did it matter? You may ask the reason was energy and frequency. It wasn't just about how an angry person, or a sad person, or a person who was distracted with a television or radio show would forget how much salt they put in the pot and then deliver something that was too salty or had no salt. No. It was more than that.

I clearly remember as a six year old as my mother exited the kitchen and walked around our small suburban home talking to all her sisters and a couple of the neighbors who were there at the time to see who could help her in the kitchen to make mayonnaise. She finally chose a young woman and they both walked to the kitchen together.

I could not see any difference between the women in the house, myself. They had all said they knew how to make mayonnaise, so I asked her, why did she choose this one person above the others. My mom gave me a list of things:

One was mostly working with dark powers. She was a vindictive and malicious woman and mom didn't want the mayo to taste bitter.

Another three were on their periods. My mom said our family suffered with pain and bad temper which would inevitably “kill the egg and curdle the mayo”.

And the woman she chose was voted as the most capable mayo creator in the family. But she needed to be left alone until it was finished. No one, apart from my mom who was cooking, was allowed in the kitchen until the mayo was finished. Which took about thirty minutes. Of course, seeing as I was only six years old, I was allowed to stay as long as I stayed very quiet.

I watched the woman gently break the eggs open and separate the yolks, placing them on a flat plate. She sat down and with a fork started to gently, in very smooth circular motions, mixing the yolks together, then adding a few drops of oil at a time. I watched as her energy became a beautiful, smooth spiral. My mom tapped my shoulder and guided me out of the kitchen at that point. “You were watching too intently,” she began to explain why I was not allowed in the kitchen anymore, “and the eggs don't like that. But now you have seen how it is done and tomorrow will be your turn.”

I waited outside the kitchen, sitting on the tiled floor for the magical mayo to be ready. Eventually, the young woman came out smiling and carrying the plate which was now filled with the deep orange, smooth mayo, which also sparkled with life force. I gasped at the plate and her smile grew larger. She then walked past me and to the dining room table, where she placed her creation to be admired by the rest of the family and friends.

To compare the flavor and energy of that mayo to what we pour out of a bottle purchased at the local supermarket, would be impossible.

The sad part is that the supermarket shelf mayo is indeed filled with energies and frequencies, but they are not life supporting or happy. You may feel into the jars, and see what energies are present in the making, and some are not all nasty, some of the individuals in charge of the process purposely leave out what they determine to be toxic. For example, organic, gmo free factories.

One might think that the shelf mayo is that way due to the industrial process only, but unfortunately that is not the case. Industrial food is purposely filled with death, necrotic, energy designed to make the masses sick. We can eat the stuff as long as it is not done on a regular basis, and we mostly eat good, nourishing food. We can also channel divine life force and love into our food before we ingest it. This won't affect any poisons, gmos, or nano technology in the food, they will still have negative effects on our bodies, but the frequency and life force in the food can be added to support us rather than make us sick. For that to work, though, at least a tiny bit of lifeforce needs to be in the food to begin with.

I don't want to give the impression that if you buy a food chain burger filled with nanotechnology, gmos and necrotic energy, hold it in your hands, send life force and love into it, it won't harm you. This was possible ten years ago, but with the amount of life destroying ingredients in that type of food today, your efforts are not going to affect it much, if at all. Diligence is paramount, but there is no excuse to become a victim. So, if you do choose to eat that type of food, do it with full awareness and take steps to mitigate the damage afterwards.

Organic, non-gmo industrial food will respond positively to life force and love infusion. Making your own mayo from happy eggs, with the tv and computer off, can create an enchanted magical, tasty treat so long you keep your own field of creation clean, clear and high-frequency too. If you are a grumpy bear at the time, it might not work at all, or it might taste bitter. On our podcast, Drivingtotherez.com, I will share a followup story ten years later, when I was set to prove my mom wrong and made mayo with the entire egg, on my period, and using a loud and chaotic power mixer. But she saw through my tricks and the experiment proved her right all over again.

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