CV 004 Sailing into Cannabis
CV 004 Sailing into Cannabis
September 24, 2020
Hi, this is Honey with Cannaba Verum... that’s Latin for Cannabis Truth. And I’m here
to help you understand the language of Cannabis and what the live plant can do for us.
Except today, I thought you’d like to know how I became a cannabis educator... we lived
on a boat for five years. It changed everything.
My spouse retired as a 3-piece suit from NSA and found me in his home town living my
own dream... I owned a 100 year old limestone castle-like convent I’d turned into a 10
bedroom B&B with a restaurant and seating for 75. And although I was a busy girl...
somethin about fallin dog-slobbering inlove and being swept off my feet with visions of
sailing the high seas together sounded too fabulous to resist.
So, I pivoted, we moved to Florida and poured an Island Packet 38 out of the bucket into
the waters of Largo, FL and sailed her around the peninsula to Melbourne about 24
hours before Hurricane Andrew hit Hollywood.
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.
They also had doctors. And I began using them fairly frequently. Amusing situations
when the doctor only speaks French and MY only other language is Latin... thank you
Monte Casino in Tulsa! But finding out what was causing my problem became a futile
attempt in sleuthing. I was losing energy. Like GOBS of it! And living on a boat is
extremely physical. Just the thought of doing anything made me cry. Aches and pains,
nausea and depression... I’d never known depression in my LIFE like that! Something
was wrong...Lotsa doctors from island to island and tests and finally the Epstein Barr
virus and the dreaded Chronic Fatigue diagnosis... may or may not ever get over it... they
didn’t know. Treat the symptoms, rest, rest, rest.
By the time we came back to the US, I was kind of a mess. And then began the next 20
years of private doctors and prescription drugs and that whole nasty handful of daily
pills for this and that... all old lady issues like high blood pressure, thyroid, menopausal
stuff, anti-depressants, pain killers, sleeping pills, anti-biotics, and whatever else they
had up their sleeve. I felt like shit. And I had a lot of friends who smoked pot. So I
started smokin pot. OH MY LOWERD! What a relief! My mood was lifted, I had clarity
of mind and focus, I could tolerate the pain and the nausea disappeared.
In spite of my discovered relief, my spouse was vehemently against my usage...mostly
because it was still illegal and he hated the smell. But I wasn’t about to give up the only
thing that gave me relief after all those years. He was gonna have to learn to live with it.
The next 3 years I settled into a cannabis routine that was barely acceptable by
anybody’s standard. And although it made me feel better for a short time... I was
declining. I had less and less energy. The pain was tolerable but I had to use all the time
to keep it under control.
I had monthly blood tests trying to find out what was wrong and had been giving myself
weekly injections of b12 for almost a year by dr’s order. Still, I thought I’d be in a wheel
chair by Christmas. I could barely get off the couch to go to the bathroom... Lewi was
making all the meals and sometimes feeding me... I quit playing with my band and
stopped practicing on my beloved instruments privately and gave up driving.
I wasn’t getting better... I was getting worse! And then something unexpected happened.
My old lady friend, who I trusted and loved and got pot from for 3 years lost her
connection. And about that time, pot was legalized in Florida. So I got my card and
became a Medical Marijuana patient.
That first puff... cleared the brain fog I’d lived in for 3 years like a parting of the Red Sea.
Somehow I instantly knew the second I puffed on clean cannabis I’d been poisoning
myself for the last several years smoking contaminated weed. Every day I felt stronger
and more capable. It didn’t take long to completely recover my faculties nor did it escape
my attention that the same thing that was hurting me was now healing me.
One serendipitous tv moment I saw an ad for a cannabis college in Orlando and I picked
up the phone and enrolled. I felt a blazing curiosity to find out what happened... why it
sent me through such a turmoil only to save me. Turns out... I’d been consuming
pesticides, herbicides, fungicides, molds, mildews and heavy metals with a splash of
batshit, I’m sure. At least, that’s what the next three years of cannabis education taught
me, along with all the wonderful things we could do with this plant besides use it for
So that’s how I became an educator... Like my grandmother! Except she used to ride an
old horse bareback to school and pick up about 5 scrawny little kids along the farm road
way to the schoolhouse. Well I’ve got horsepower under the hood and my little Chevy
Impala gets me wherever I can be of service. Because I love talking about cannabis and
how it can relieve so many issues.
I am not a doctor, but I am a Cannabis expert having found cannabis courses through
institutions such as the University of Colorado/Boulder (1), and Technion Institute/
Jerusalem (2). I took courses in cannabis agriculture and extraction from Learn Sativa
University (3) and over a dozen more cannabis courses from other schools. I was certified as
a Cannabis Healer by Dustin Sulak (4), renowned U.S. Doctor of Osteopath, practitioner,
and Cannabis scientist in Maine... you’ll find the rest of my credentials on my website at
www.cannabaverum.com. So now you understand why I’m on a soapbox about
Contaminated weed! And I’ll be right back to teach you how to make sure your medicine
is contamination-free... whether from a Medical Marijuana Dispensary or an otc Hemp
So we’re really fortunate to live in Florida during this wild Wild West of Cannabis
discovery because of the way our state structured cannabis dispensaries.
By law, they must all 3rd-Party Lab-Test their products for contamination... so we’re
safe purchasing from them. Like from a regular drug store, everything must be safe to
But it stops there at the door of the dispensaries. Over the Counter Hemp CBD products
are NOT REGULATED! So most of the products on store shelves are worthless. I can
safely say that without recrimination because I’m talking about the products that have
NOT BEEN TESTED FOR CONTAMINATION!
You only want to consider a product in which the company takes time, money, and effort
to ensure your safety. If they don’t care enough about you to do that, then go to the next
product. There’s a jillion of them out there already. P.S. Don’t buy CBD at gas stations.
So how do you find a good hemp product that won’t hurt you? First thing to look for is
that Lab Test for contamination. If it ain’t there... move on.
Next thing. Look for a Full-Spectrum product that has all the original 400+ compounds
grown in cannabis. That’s what Full-Spectrum means.
There’s Broad Spectrum too... where they extract some of the good compounds out and
squirt them back into a bottle.
And then there’s isolates... where they take out one compound and that’s what you’re
taking... one compound... like CBD, Cannabidiol. Thing is... cannabis is soooo much
better when it has the synergistic effect of all the other compounds. But that’s a long
story we’ll cover another time.
I have a few favorite hemp products I buy online and I also shop at brick and mortar
Hemp shops here in Melbourne. There’s a couple of really good ones who test all their
products and know about the science of hemp. One is American Shaman with 2 stores,
one on Wickham and one by the Sat.Beach Theatre on A1A, and the other is Elevated
Pro in old Melbourne, across from Meg OMalley’s. Both have been open throughout the
pandemic because our state figured out in a hurry that cannabis is real medicine.
So if you’re in Melbourne, give either one of those shopkeeps a call and they’ll help you
understand their product line and how it can change your world. If you’re not in
Melbourne but want a reliable online product... I love Charlotte’s Web, the original
hemp product that started the great Marijuana Mothers Migration to Colorado when the
6 Stanley brothers figured out how to help baby Charlotte Figi stop convulsing with their
Look those shops up online. They don’t know I’m talking about them but do say hello
from me while you’re asking for help from them. They’re great people.
Sure enjoyed chattin with yall. Just holler if you get a little confused or have questions.
I’m here. And now the dogs are callin me to go chase the cows... except... the cows in
Florida look more like geckos in our neck of the woods and they’re harder to catch!