It is ridiculous the cop was not charged, but the video is hilarious.
This blog began in April as a tool for well being, functioning as a food journal. However, it developed into the outline of a story beginning last January and extending through today. I began writing entries about the topic foremost on my mind (marijuana) and from that grew a train of thought now blossoming into full bloom. On these Web pages you can find traces of this bloom and its thoughts, and I hope you will enjoy it.
What marijuana sparked in me extends beyond a desire for fair government, community and peace. It brings into 3D the tenderness and transparency of life that is otherwise layered behind images we can’t see around or through. As I smoke and contemplate the complexities swirling around inside of me and also contemplate how across the world millions are living their day, each person with a trillion unique details about his/her life, I wonder at how one divinity can catch the tears of them all, laugh with all the joyful and care after all the sick and needy. Smoking and thinking about this brings into panoramic view how small my bedroom is within this cold, winter night. Suddenly the starry sky outside my window is daunting in strength and length. The world grows big and our problems stay the same, consuming and exhausting our bodies and spirits.
At all of these wonders I wonder as I smoke. As the world shows itself more transparent against the lyrics and music of Trevor Hall, the tough exoskeleton of religious people and the idea of church as an institution crumbles as dust before my feet. Left in the hollowed out darkness are souls quivering for a bit of light and bread for their aching bodies. Suddenly everything man 
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Great news for medical marijuana distributors, the federal government shouldn’t be banging down the doors of state-licensed dispensaries.
The Justice Department issued orders that its officials “should not focus federal resources in your states on individuals whose actions are in clear and unambiguous compliance with existing state laws providing for the medical use of marijuana.”
Okay guys, I’ve promised to be honest so I’m coming to you in all my honest glory. Here are a few things from my side of the world you may want to experience if you are a smoker on the other side of the world. More to come.
Quicksilver Messenger Service, “Happy Trails” song four, “How Do You Love.” It will almost make you lose your mind following all the happy trails — no pun intended — the guitar solo on this song pulls you through. Prepare to be enraptured for two minutes and forty-five seconds.
Sojourn, “Over The Grave” song seven, “Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed” will blow your mind with haunting tunes that explode into a worship for the god of victory, Yahweh. This band is an awesome, jamming addition to any Christian smoker’s stash, or any non-Christian’s stash as well.
Esquire Magazine is a man’s bible. Not just any man, though. A man of wit, esteem and respect volleying off his side of class and sportsmanship. This bible’s man is one of knowledge and appreciation for the humor that undercuts everything. Not to mention, the cologne ads are spellbinding to the nose while reading. Men and women can appreciate this magazine.
Amber by 311 provides its listeners with tunes reminiscent of good memories in the ol’ days. The song reinvents itself every 10 seconds in the listener’s mind so it’s hard to pull away even for a moment. Another aspect making this song so relaxing is its groovy guitar loops in the background. Somehow you know what’s coming up next in the song, so you’re already enjoying it before it arrives. Its not just you and the song, you are the song.
Newcastle Brown Ale, this self-proclaimed “full of flavor and remarkably smooth” beer will knock your socks off with rich and smooth quality. For my wheat-bread loving friends you will be instantly enchanted with the substance of this brown ale. This beer tastes like swallowing a hearty, thick loaf of homemade wheat bread. A must try. Plus, it’s from England.
Psalms, written mostly by a King David of Israel. No matter if you’re religious or not, this man pours his heart onto the page in a way everyone can relate to. Rage, hurt, desperation, loneliness, depression, heartache or joy—this man writes what he feels. He also uses imagery of nature, clay pots, jewels and armies to describe his pain or joy. It’s a feast for the mind and soul.
I was around eight years old when I drank my first beer. My grandpa popped open a frothy can, set it on the table in front of me, smiled at me and left the room. I remember feeling the cold, wet can against the palm of my hand as I wrapped my fingers around it. I don’t remember anything after that—it was a long time ago. My mom remembers though. She said forty-five minutes later a neighbor pulled his truck into the driveway with me sitting on the tailgate. Apparently he found me walking down the street taking my clothes off.
Later in life, in middle and high school, I used to nab alcohol from my parents stash. My parents went for an evening date or to a bible study and I saw them out the door. Mom shouted instructions from the car as dad impatiently reversed out the driveway. I smiled and nodded as I slowly closed the door. Ten minutes later I opened the cupboard doors hiding the alcohol. I didn’t know about how to fix a drink but I wanted to taste it all.
I sat on the floor taking swig after swig of different liquors. Whiskey, vodka and I don’t remember what else. I sometimes mixed vodka with orange juice because I thought I saw it in a movie. It never tasted good. I didn’t like the taste of any of it. Yet for years I did this. Explaining why I felt the need to do this is not a story for here, but it will suffice to say the rebellion and heartache leading me to drink thankfully vanished by the grace of my sweet God.
As an adult I always enjoy drinking. I advocate drinking to my piers and family members. I’m the individual wanting to go out drinking while the others want coffee at Starbucks. Needless to say: I have a lifelong love affair with alcohol.
However, lately I find myself more and more hostile toward alcohol. Tonight I’m eating with a couple friends and I find it hard to stay humble as I judgmentally watch one of my friends sip her martini. A few minutes earlier she judgmentally rolled her eyes at me for a comment made about marijuana and after that I look critically at her. I don’t understand how she can diss marijuana at the same time she gets tipsy on alcohol.
Looking back on the evening, I become more and more angry with the stigma on marijuana. My friend is so, so naive in her judgment. She is exactly the product the government, churches and other organizations want her to be. She bought the lie that stamped across the bud of the marijuana plant is “WICKED,” and a general wrongness is associated with it and anyone who utilizes it.
Society should not be the judge of truth. Society should pursue truth, but don’t be naive thinking society always gets it right. Be a creation of your god, not society. Let who you are be based off what you know is true from your experiences and your investigations and your truths from these things. Don’t let the debated, changing rules of society define you only because your brain receives more textbook input from them.
“They smoke? Oh they must be that kind of person. I would never to that. Break the law? For drugs? Oh my no.” read more…
What I am learning while on this journey:
i’ve learned all the generations are the same
they crawl across a dirty plane and say
there is a certain way to progress
and it’s following the rules just like this
they are certain in their beliefs
leave no room to re-think
and their minds are overgrown
with weeds of an earthly throne
do we evade? escape?
concerned about their loose hair
flowing strands kicking in the air
all they see is a loose end
and so miss the visions in their lens
generations will labor
calling upon the divine’s favor
only when their deeds cave or
they show they cannot be a savior
do we evade? escape?
i rest in knowing this knowledge is blown away
painted in the sunrise of yesterday
all there is to say was writ
and remains for us to study it
generations you are no different
you evade the prowling culprit
only by an unseen grace
living in the soul’s darkest place
do we evade? escape?
only do we evade by your good grace, Yahweh
evade, come let’s escape, generations,
let’s escape
It is sad marijuana use is only at this level of dialogue. Clip is good starting around 2:20.
The same reoccurring message in my marijuana journey, just said differently and a little easier on the lips:
when words flow from the mouth
seeking to talk about
society’s laws that hold us down
i’m met with more hate than frowns
the pain and fear of which we’re all aware
disguises itself as jewels in our hair
there is more to know of love and fair
than tradition’s stitches our fathers wear
you and me though we may disagree
are obliged to test the ways we see
and how we’ve come to believe
what fruit is good from this tree
disguised and disgraced, the brightest souls,
branded bodies in tombstone molds,
ache and wail with the rust they hold
how long will our hearts remain cold
conversation covers the regulated air
so discussions educate us on love and fair
but what of the forgotten affair
a blighted soul and a wretched dare?
man advancing upon holy word
anointing his sayings with a holy bird
counting his knowledge as God’s preferred
commanding actions of his hypnotized herd
It is one of those days. A wind blows in from distant lands, where oceans roam and sand is warm and a breeze always rustles the palm leaves. Today this breeze lands on your town and creation comes alive. The sun shines warmer through the skittish wind and success is in the air. A warm cardigan and a cup of cider are all you need to be satisfied in this lazy, afternoon.
Everyone has one of these days. A day where the dark nights of the soul fade into a light so bright you can hardly make out its edges. The world seems pure and crisp. Well, today is one of those days.
If I were merely a fly on a day like today, I think I would still be happy to buzz around in the wind and through the world. My part would be small, almost minuscule, but I’ll have lived today, and enjoyed it. I would enjoy the changing breeze and would feel fine with wherever the winds took me.
But I am not a small, black fly. I am a living, breathing, flesh-bearing being. I speak and understand; I see and feel; I love and hate; I dwell in body and spirit; I communicate with the creator of all worlds. I am a human being.
Not only am I a human being, but I am Joan Doe. Though I’m not always a brilliant ray of light, I’m still one out of trillions. There has never been one like me in all creation. Nor has there ever been another like you.
Days like today get the mind thinking about such things. Especially when the bird flies so high it’s hard not to set your eyes on high matters. That is the blessing of days like today.
On my today I am dwelling in Tennessee on the wooden picnic table atop my small, fenced-in, concrete patio. Six-foot tall planks stare at me and around me, as I sit perched on my shoddy table. I see the second floor, bedroom windows of my neighbor’s, the white blinds shut. The baby-blue apartment building siding is turned into a matte, murky blue with time and weather. Above the roofs the sky is bluest wherever the eyes land on it, from its pupil the sky grows into a bright, white light, dazzling with sapphire reflections.
This is where I am on my day today. Where are you?
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