CV 004 Sailing into Cannabis

September 24, 2020

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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.

Segment 1

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.


Segment 2

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 medicine. 

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, and Technion Institute/Jerusalem. I took courses in cannabis agriculture and extraction from Learn Sativa University and over a dozen more cannabis courses from other schools. I was certified as a Cannabis Healer by Dustin Sulak, renowned U.S. Doctor of Osteopath, practitioner,   and Cannabis scientist in Maine… you’ll find the rest of my credentials on my website at So now you understand why I’m on a soapbox about contamination[1] (#[2] ) 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 CBD product.

Segment 3

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 consume.

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.[3] t(#[4] ) 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 effects of all the compounds. (#) [5] 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,[6]  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 hemp product.

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!


Add American Shaman, Elev8 Pros, and Charlotte’s Web on the blog

Citation: Kymron DeCesare contamination citation

Host: Honey 26:57

You’ve been listening to another Cannaba Verum podcast with 21st century cannabis shaman Honey Smith Walls, about the importance of using safe hemp and marijuana products. Unless otherwise proven by a reputable third party lab test, please be advised that all street weed is contaminated. It may do grave harm to a patient with a delicate immune system. I challenge you to check the veracity of my statements in each episode by checking the medical citations posted on my blog at Cannaba

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