Almost everybody I know believes in God. And they think his rule is benevolent. And they tell us perfection will be found in heaven when we get there. But if you’re naughty while you’re here on earth, you will be punished. Because God punishes. So we have punishments for every sort of infraction that man has thought up since the dawn of time.
That’s how I like to listen to interesting podcasts… while I’m driving or walkin the hounds, (I have 5 little wolves who love to run the perimeter of the pond out back for big ole turtles every day…) I also listen to podcasts while I’m getting dinner ready, or doin all those things we have to do… I just feel so much more productive learning something while I’m doing something so mundane that HAS to get done! It replaces my grumpy old thought patterns before doin the dishes, with “OhBoy! Mindcandy time!” while my hands are busy.
Selling cannabis oil for fires, rituals, cloth and medicines, the ancient woman could have lived…and bartered or bought what she needed. She would have been called upon to heal the many painful issues of the day with her herbal remedies. And she would have used the fibers in creative ways to make papers and rope and jewelry to sell.
I’m nervous about the next 30 days but I really have faith in the goodness of humanity to prevail. I get that we’re really easily programmed by fearful ideas and that’s how man has governed for all time. But there really is a different and balanced way to govern that would take violence out of the equation… and we’ll have to corral the corruption to get there.
I’m here to talk about Cannabis. I’m not a doctor… but I probably know more about cannabis than most doctors… At this point, I’ve been in intensive study for the past 4 years… and most doctors have never had a single class on the subject because of it’s Federal prohibitions as a Schedule 1 drug.
I was taking my pack of five pups out for a little waltz around the block when we came upon a street light and had to wait before crossing. About the time I pulled my vape pen out for the wait… a herd of young male colts pulled up in a parental golf cart, oohin and ahhin over my pack. The one driving looked all of 10 and the others not much older when one of them boldly hollered, “Hey can I hava hit off yer cart?”
Our sailing adventures over the next 5 years were never less exciting. We moseyed down to Venezuela, island hopping until we got there a couple years later. Are you aware they cook the same chicken over and over again from island to island? And their peas and rice are staples like water? I was just green enough to think I’d never see food again before we got on that boat and took off into the wild blue yonder… turns out… every island has a grocery store and restaurant. Who knew?! I was an Okie hardly ever outta the back pasture.
You may not be aware but some people who need to use medical marijuana don’t want the high that comes with THC. There are a lot of reasons for that which may include your job as a heart surgeon or air traffic controller, or the fact that the last time you were offered some cannabis, you got intensely anxious, had cold sweats, felt stuck in your chair like you were partially paralyzed, and didn’t know if you were gonna die from this experience or not!
Yes, I’m a hippie. Yes, I smoked pot as a kid and loved it. Yes, I put it always as an adult because I used it as my toy and I had to act like a responsible grown-up. Besides, it was illegal and often frightening to get. Always looking over my shoulder in dark and seedy places where pot sellers lurked. Never mind that I didn’t know that first thing about the plant except that it made me feel better.
Sometimes I’d be able to lose every bit of anxiety or tortured thoughts, forget about abuses and just simply relax. The restorative sleep it offered replaced fitful tossing and allowed a fresh morning to blossom with hope of less pain.
