CV 017 Your Christmas Gift

December 25, 2020

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Welcome to the Cannaba Verum podcast, the cannabis truth podcast. I speak the language of cannabis freely and uncensored, while educating my audience on the safe use of this live Plant Therapy. You should know what’s in your cannabis, what’s good and what’s not. It does not come with an FDA stamp of approval yet, using cannabis mindfully, as medication is a different concept in the healthcare philosophy of the past 100 years. There’s a lot to learn and consider cannabis is not dangerous, but it is not harmless, either. This is honey Smith walls, a 21st century cannabis shaman here to explain the language of cannabis in historical, political, and scientific terms, so you can make educated decisions about the medicine you ingest.

It’s Christmas 2020 and I have a gift for you… But before I tell you about that, I want to thank you, dear listeners, for the time you’ve spent with me this year. Were it not for you, my hibernation during Covid-19 would have been utterly miserable. But with your attention, I have found new meaning for myself in service to others. I am so grateful to feel useful and needed again. And you did that for me. Just by listening. And the impact was the ebook I’m just now putting the finishing touches on.  That ebook is my future security.  It’s my retirement independence from someone else being financially responsible for me. I’m 66. And ideally, one would have this problem already figured out. But that wasn’t part of my path. This is my path. Understanding cannabis and relaying the most critical information for you to understand at this moment in history. The stuff that will enable you to use cannabis effectively. And a little bit of super nerdy stuff that curious people might like to know, just for the sake of knowledge.

But I have another extremely important reason for doing this podcast and book… As a woman of retirement age without a retirement to look forward to, the acidic nature of fear has burned a pretty big hole of fright into my soul.  Let’s just say I fantasized about my kids keeping me in a little hovel locked safely within their very large back yard while my 4 grands would sing “over the hill and around the dell, to grandmother’s house we go….” when coming to check up on me. But that’s not what I really want.

What I really want is some little property of my own in the backwoods of Arkansas for the whole family to come enjoy milkin the goats and feedin the chickens and playing musical instruments around the fireplace while dinner bbq’s out back.

If you build it, they will come…

I’ve built my dreams before.  I used to live in the small town of St. Mary’s, KS in the 90’s.  The same one where the nuns lived who taught Lewi in school as a kid growing up there! I bought their 100 yr. old, 3-story lime-stone, deserted convent on Main Street. I found a partner to do all the books. I hired a crew to come rejuvenate the building for a 10-bedroom B & B, and hired a staff to cook and wait tables in the restaurant. My 12yr old son, Babe, and I lived there and ran the daily operations. It was a glorious small town time.

And then Lewi found us and we fell dog-slobberin in love. I just couldn’t resist the temptation to go sailing off into the sunset with him. Within a couple years, we’d moved to Florida and watched our 2nd boat, an Island Packet 38 we named, HoneyLew II, get poured out of the bucket in on the gulf coast town of Largo.  Then we set sail around the peninsula and lived aboard for the next 5 years, enjoying the jewels of the Caribbean. We saw the comet Haley Bopp from the shores of the island of Anagada. And last night I saw the planet lovers; Saturn and Jupiter, dancing closely in the night sky. What a beautiful universe we live in.

I must be an entrepreneur at heart because I started another business called Big Bikinis while we were in the Caribbean.  Seemed like every island shop had plenty of tiny bathing suits… but nothin for big Americans. And although the women on the islands were the same size as American women, they didn’t swim or use the beach.  Wasn’t in their culture. So they had no need of bathing suits for their sizes. And the smaller the suit, the cheaper to make… sooooo. I needed a bathing suit. And so did the other women on sailboats at harbor.  Perfect niche.  We were in Trinidad & Tobago which is considered the textile capitol of the Caribbean.  I found sassy fabrics with jazzy colors with gold and silver foils and turned them into a design I still haven’t seen in the U.S.  But it got really close… By the time we came back home to the states, my Big Bikini had already made it back to the store hangers in a version quite close to mine. Tankinis!

Close… but they forgot the whole ‘reason for the season’. They were tight, skimpy little cuts of cloth again… not built for big girls. And that’s what I keep close to my heart when, some day, I return to making my Big Bikinis.  You’ll be the first to know.

While Lewi and I were living on the boat, I got some kind of bug that turned into a full-blown Chronic Fatigue episode that completely debilitated me for weeks. I couldn’t move from the settee. I couldn’t cook. I couldn’t shop. I couldn’t clean. And Lewi began feeding me.

This scared the bejesus outta me. We were living on a boat. It’s a very physical life. No elevators. Lotsa climbing and humping heavy stuff… often wet heavy stuff. And trash. And water. And groceries. From store basket… to wagon or rented taxi…. to dingy to…. up in boat to…. down below….. and finally properly stowed away. Everything has it’s own place on a boat and it ain’t always easy gettin to it. Trade-offs. Not complaining… just explaining. 

That bug finally seemed to go away after several months of recuperating. But it left it’s ugly scar on my immune system.  I seemed to catch every frickin thing after that. Never could visit my grands without being deathly sick from their little kid germs for at least a quarter of the visit. And then I had another big episode that lasted 3 years. 

Lewi and I had moved back on land and built a house in a sweet neighborhood that felt perfect for us.  I had built a web design and photography business but suddenly didn’t have the energy to give to it anymore. Arthritis in my hands had gotten so bad they were screaming at me and nausea was plaguing me on a daily basis. Doctors were happily ordering lots of tests but no real relief in sight after dozens of different prescriptions trying to quell the problems. They just grew. New pill… new ache… nother new pill… another new issue in a different part of my body. I couldn’t think. Decisions were harder and harder to make.

I had created an Early Music ensemble with about a dozen musicians since coming back to land. I played an ancient wooden instrument called the Bowed Psaltery, I’d learned to play on the boat (poor Lewi). The beautiful wooden instrument, shaped like a triangular box with a sound hole,  30 strings, and played with a bow…is the precursor to the piano and violin. But I suddenly didn’t have the energy or drive to practice. Not even by myself. And Lewi began feeding me again.

We’d been here before and it passed.  It took a long time and was scary… but it passed.  I was afraid it might not… and fear gripped my thoughts about my future. How would I ever fix this problem and… how was I gonna fix my financial problem.  Lewi didn’t realize how badly this was affecting me and he also didn’t know how much I worried about my life if I survived him… he’s 22 years my senior and his retirement income goes with him to the grave.

I had been very stupid and cavalier about my own financial future. But I’m not anymore.  And maybe that was the reason for the lesson. So that I can help inspire other women who find themselves in questionable financial circumstances, to learn something new…  to serve others by instruction…. perhaps by regarding something they know explicitly or have experience with… or by learning something in a new industry, like cannabis, to help others understand. 

Women need to hear other women’s voices of experience. Too long have women’s voices been suppressed and silenced. I defiantly sing a song about that called “Savage Daughter”… and the last line is: “I will not lower my voice!”  And I won’t.

It is my heartfelt wish to serve those in need. Doesn’t matter your gender or species. What matters, is hearing your story so we can understand how to help you survive this planet. My story hasn’t ended by a long shot. And I look for help, now… instead of waiting for it to be offered,

I finally got to the point where I just needed some relief from the agony of it all.  Marijuana was still illegal but the vote was coming quickly in Florida. I decided to use a little cannabis to relieve the nausea and ohhhhmagosh my hands stopped hurting too! And so began the daily regimen that I couldn’t discuss with my doctors, yet. But I was able to use less and less of what they were prescribing for me so a bunch of those side-effects were disappearing… yet new ones were replacing them.

Suddenly I began feeling less able to drive, confidently. I was more fearful. More dark in my thoughts. More thinking about my body dying and wondering if this may be how it ends… slowly. I was not thinking of suicide… I was wondering if my BODY was dying. I quit driving. I quit playing music with my band… or even alone. I cried at the thought of having to get up to go to the bathroom… it took so much effort. And the pain that came with losing my energy was a complete surprise. I thought I was going to need a wheelchair by Christmas. That was 5 years ago.

And then the craziest thing happened.  My dealer moved out of town and I didn’t have a replacement. But luckily for me, Florida had just turned “green” and Medical Marijuana was now a real thing. Remind me to tell you how many doctors shamed me for asking them if they knew how I could get a pot card… welllllll, there were at least 3. And then one of my old lady Girlfrens said her dr made her sign a piece of paper that said she wouldn’t discuss the subject with him anymore or he’d drop her as a patient! What kind of doctor would DO that?

But I persisted and found a pot dr. Got my card. Bought some cannabis from a dispensary and with the first breathful intake of fresh clean marijuana, there was a parting of the brain fog and I realized what had been happening. 

I had been smoking contaminated street weed for 3 years from the same dealer and was slowly poisoning my delicate immune system with herbicides, fungicides, pesticides, molds, mildews, heavy metals and more! 3 years of laboratory blood tests trying to figure out what one fresh doobie told me in literally 3 seconds…

I’d been poisoning myself on contaminated street weed.

Now… you’d think you’d hear more about this, considering it’s potential for death. And like the vape pen scare… you will hear warnings from mainstream sources, eventually.  But until then, I’m here to tell you.  According to my favorite American cannabis researcher, Rev. Dr. Kymron DeCesare, CSO at Steep Hills Lab in CA, the autopsies of some of his cancer patients who wanted to use pot to quell the side effects of their traditional cancer treatments, said it was the aspergillos mold in their lungs that killed them. Not the cannabis.  Never a death by cannabis in the history of the planet. Can’t even say that about peanuts and we still keep feeding our kids with it.

Kismet happened then.  At that very moment, there came a commercial on tv about a cannabis school just opened in Orlando. Learn Sativa University was about to enroll a 61 year old student to learn how to grow pot… with tomatoes! We couldn’t even use hemp yet because the Farm Bill hadn’t been thought up to separate the two cannabis sisters, still classified federally as a Schedule 1 rating, prohibiting it’s use for anything, even research.

That school inflamed my curiosity and I began looking for more cannabis courses and schools to attend. Now, years later, and because the pandemic of 2020 stopped my business plan cold in it’s track, I pivoted to writing an eBook called;

The Language of Cannabis, How to PottyPotPot with Honey Smith Walls.

It will give you pertinent information about how to use cannabis, whether it’s hemp or marijuana… and the clever ways you can choose to use it so that you’ll conserve your stash, keep your tolerance at bay, and save your pennies while protecting yourself from harmful contamination.

This is not a book about how to find a cannabis doctor (Google: ‘Pot Dr. Near Me’). It is not a book about the different dispensaries you see popping up all over Florida nor which one has the better products.

And this is not a book about which cannabis medications with ridiculous names like,  Blubberbutt Ganja Goods or Grandaddy Grape Doobies is better tasting or gets you higher… this is not a book for someone uninterested in what cannabis can do for and to you. This book is for the person who wants cannabis to relieve their human (and animal) aches and pains to uplift their quality of life.

Look… from the moment most of us are born in a hospital, we are considered a patient. Vaccinations, antibiotics, boosters, and all kinds of chemicals are pumped into our bodies in order to survive this planet.  As a patient, I want all doctors to return to learning about cannabis like they used to before prohibition took over almost 100 years ago.  American doctors must be inspired to rejoin the cannabis industry for the ability to understand this live plant therapy as a first order treatment plan instead of a last resort at death for their patients.

In order to help you begin cannabis conversations with your primary physicians and to those people in your circle you’d really like to chat with about it… I have written a letter for you to download and use. I hope it gives you courage to send the letter, do a little investigation on your own, ask your friends if they’ve thought about or tried it yet! You might be surprised.

I’ll read the letter to you now, and you can download it from my website at your convenience, at

Dear Doctor,

This letter is an invitation to discuss what you know about the effects of cannabis and how it could possibly help any of my particular conditions that we have been working on for some time. The side-effects of the synthetic drugs we’ve already tried are more than I want to live with and impede my desired quality of life. I need a change and now that the state of Florida recognizes cannabis medicinally, I’m considering using it for some of my conditions.

I would like to try to reduce the number of medications I am currently using. These synthetic medications inefficiently target only one problem yet gives me too many negative side effects to deal with… which hardly makes the remedy worth the pain. And then combine several meds and I have Brain Fog.

Instead, I want to try a natural live plant therapy that I hear has potential for relief from several issues at once.

My research shows that all humans and animals have an Endo-Cannabinoid System (ECS) of receptors that plays a crucial role in helping the body maintain homeostasis.

The ECS tries to manage our sleep and moods, and regulate our body and we produce natural cannabinoids like anandamide, and 2AG which is also found in breast milk). Those particular receptors bind perfectly with the compounds in cannabis and because there are over 400 chemical varieties (chemovars) in cannabis, there is an entourage effect between them that manages all kinds of issues in our body simultaneously. And if managed properly…without any nasty side-effects.

I am providing some links for you to conduct your own review of the current leading science from American and European researchers using controlled random trials and whose citations may be found at the following American medical sites online:

Please review their data about my particular conditions and how effective cannabis is for them so we can discuss it together. I would like for us to be on the same page about this new period of trial and titration to find the right cannabis dosage. And I would like for you to monitor my progress on this path, so that you can see what the effects are for yourself, supporting my efforts during this trial.

Thank you for helping me investigate new relief through this ancient medicine. I’ll look forward to our next conversation about my health and quality of life.

Your patient,


Name                                                      Date

That’s it!  Be Smart! The new year is coming with lots of hope. I’ll have a brand new website with lots of amazing partners to help you understand the cannabis industry and where you might fit in.  I’m creating content and merchandise and about to start making the audible for my new eBook! I’m excited about the changes our society is making and extremely hopeful for our future.

We have the ability to figure it all out if we can just learn to love each other better.  And we can. I have faith in the goodness of our human spirits.

Pax Vobiscum Yall…

Now go get that letter at!

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

That’s C A N N A B A   V E R U

  1. plant specifically grows, the acid form, the THCa –
  2. all street weed is contaminated:
  3. Handbook of Cannabis for Clinicians, Practices and Principles by Dr. Dustin Sulak – and
  4. Certificate of Analysis (COA)

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