Staring into my illegal matcha latte: Food insecurity ponderings

As I sip this delightful matcha tea concoction this morning, raw cream and all (yes, Mr. Politician, I did find a cow to milk and no, it is none of your concern what her name is) I found myself reflecting on the future of our food supply. With each sip, my thoughts further focus in on our cumulative responsibility in this world where change is herding us toward either complete system dependency or a type of rebellious autonomy.

The abnormality of food insecurity fears, present in the summer months here in Canada, is new to us. It’s absurdity at its finest because we have significantly more farmland than people in this country and, in most places, a climate that favors plenty of food growing opportunities.

And yet, the Legacy media has successfully convinced many we are victims of the supply chain.

We’ve normalized commercial food production and are led to believe we are vulnerable to the threat of a decrease in foreign imports for our very survival.

I once asked my grandfather, who owned a farm in Cantley, Quebec, what his thoughts were on our reliability from factory farming methods.

He replied, “We have to have it, Natalie, or we can’t feed the masses.”

What a surprising response. I was certain he was going to curse this damaging and cruel system and nevertheless, here he was, sans blink, praising it. Years later, I now realize his blind spot.

Truly, we have to stop acting like “the masses” and we need to take ownership of our needs – together and as a community.

The evolutionary movement has already started. Some have taken it upon themselves to move their families to rural areas and start a family homestead; others have taken on urban gardening or joined a community garden.

Many have lamented that the very suggestion we would add such arduous tasks to our “to-do lists” is unrealistic.

My friend Jessica has 10 children and a massive 12+ bed garden with chickens and rabbits – they both work full-time jobs and have an elderly parent living with them – it’s doable.

The atrocity is the economic disaster our leaders have created (and let’s face it, that we’ve allowed to occur) has made us have to work constantly.

It’s not the fact we have to be a participative member to maintain and grow the food chain – that is NATURAL. We’ve just forgotten that or “Men in Black” flashed, anyway.

My student, Mia from Florida, runs a 50+ employee business and has 5 grandchildren (and growing), but she now wakes up at the crack of crazy to milk her cow.

“This city girl has ditched her heels for Crocs in the mud and is happier than ever, Natalie,” she wrote to me.

My husband and I shop only at local farms, avoiding chain grocery stores like the plague because they are what’s plaguing our food supplies (and our minds). Ninety per cent of what you find there is no longer food, it’s stripped of its vital nature, it’s not “dynamic”, alive, nor natural. It’s been modified, killed, bleached and refined, quite literally to death – if it even had life to begin with!

And those who dare to try to supply us with the most dynamic foods (organic, biodynamic, raw, etc.) are often so bogged down by rules and regulations, offensively expensive licenses and operating costs or worse, and are persecuted for not following natural practices that are completely normalized around the globe. Thanks to greed and profits, these foods remain a criminal offense to provide in our country (I reminisce here on the horrific ways farmers would be treated if they took heart in trying to make
available raw milk).

I once had a large order of free-range eggs confiscated from my health food store, simply because they weren’t factory date stamped. The local food authorities wanted me to snitch my source (the farmer), and I refused.

I refused to sell eggs after that. In fact, eventually, I decided not to sell food but to dedicate myself to educating others about the importance of self-sustainability. This was in 2017, imagine how I feel now post-plandemic.

Moving on before my blog gets flagged…

If food could talk in Canada, it would say “it’s not you, it’s me” … what’s left that has an ounce of nature left in it anyway. The System would lead you to believe you’re the problem; that it’s your lack of control and self-discipline that’s pushing you to overeat, yet remain nutrient-deficient and unwell.

Friends, when you bite into real food, your whole body “feels it”. You participate Nature. It’s love. It’s making love. That’s why you yearn for it and that’s precisely why it energizes you.

In my course “Eat Dynamically”, I teach you how to change and grow your relationship with the natural world. Until we understand Natural Law and the dynamic relationship between ourselves, our planet and the cosmos, we cannot heal (nor cure) what ails us.

The “powers that be” are now calling us a threat to our climate and a danger to ourselves. Although it is small, there’s a germ of truth to everything. If we don’t consciously return to a state of active participation and reverence for the vital world, we’ll continue down a path of (self) destruction.

If you truly don’t have the desire to homestead, help others who are doing it – especially your local farmers. Offer to volunteer with your children – save them from a life of false entitlement because what’s coming down the pipeline isn’t for the faint of heart, nor the unknowledgeable.

We cannot stay silent and still about this – or anything, anymore. Crickets are not the future.

See what I did there?

I envision and am actively working toward a time where I can step into my yard to find my breakfast, take some to my neighbor and we exchange fruit for eggs. The bees have returned to the skies and food forests are growing in cities. Our children are off their devices and energized by their growing experience with discovering the greenhouse, tapping maple trees, planting flowers and bread baking.

Some may say I’m a dreamer, but I know I’m not the only one. I believe in our people, and in this country. The time has come to invite our local farmer to our family's table as a regular practice of gratitude.

BTW, my Egg Farmer is now living on some Beach in Panama ... better get some chickens ... or join him. Ironically, he’s now a realtor, too.

;)

Natalie

Natalie Friese
Founder, Nature’s Vibe & The Dynamis Institute