Monthly Archives: April 2015

The European Church Of Cannabis

European church cannabis

I have heard whispers about a new religion. Somewhere in Europe there is a bunch of devout herbalists with a story to tell about peace and love and happiness. Dodging CIA x-rays they have remained under cover so far, but it is getting out. Their religion is beginning to gather momentum. They have commandments but the bishops keep forgetting to write them down and their strict laws and bi-laws don’t get upheld because the police priests keep getting distracted by a humming noise. Anyway, the game is up. The stiff, straight-laced, handsome Europeans have given birth to a cannabis church of their own. They have established a protestant cannabis church that doesn’t believe the American churches have spoken to saint Bob as directly as the European ones have.

One of the last things Saint Bob was believed to have said was, ” you have to give it to them Europeans though man”. I think it is quite clear what this means. The church doesn’t want America getting all the glory. Its members are praying that their prohibition free dream doesn’t go up in smoke. The European Church is being set up because it is to religion, what cannabis law is to justice.

I sat in on a church service last week and it was quite moving the way the pastor said a few kind words for all the family and close friends of the victims of the Colorado Cannabis death epidemic. What the main stream media hasn’t told you is that Colorado has the highest Cannabis over dose deaths in the world. The pastor sent round a basket for a collection. The money was going to buy flowers and chocolates for the after service.

Some of the rich Swiss members have decided to flip the American model on its head. The European church is actually paying a subscription to its members instead of the normal other way round. A Danish accountant said the Swiss would go bankrupt if the church ever got going, to which the Swiss made a grunting sound. It was reported that one of the Swiss then called someone a swine, but because it was never made clear who was a swine, the matter was dropped. After a tense, but good natured pause they all went back to pointing out how different the European church was from either the First Church or the Unified Church of American cannabis.

When I asked about the church’s beliefs, the pretty young lady on my left said their beliefs stemmed from the stem of a cannabis leaf. Breathlessly I asked had she ever seen Jesus or Elvis in a cannabis leaf. She asked if I was feeling alright. I didn’t know if her line of questioning was a religious test, or maybe a hazing of some kind so I just said I had a couple of edibles before the service and I always get like this. The church itself was a normal looking, severe Calvinist interior design. Splinter giving wood forced the outer world madness back from the freedom loving sanctuary that is the belly of the congregation. The herb is the prophet. Just as Jesus before it, the herb is bringing a message of love and hope that flies in the face of the power obsessed over lords. Use the herb and try not to act too weird. A Czech asked if anyone had written the commandments down yet. Everyone looked at the Belgian half secretary. Go fuck yourselves, I never asked to be the half secretary, so I won’t be made responsible for scribing our sacred truths.

This went on for hours. The Dutch were ignoring the French. Who in turn over compensated by laughing loudly at everything the German delegation said. When the service was over, a large group of riot police came bursting through the doors. All you adults that are exercising your freedom are under arrest. Up against the wall, and spread them naughty legs. As the cops got busy touching up the hippies I quietly jumped out the window. I thought to myself, a church like this would be fun to join. I can’t wait to see the commandments, I hear they are supposed to be amazing.

The corruption of medicine

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Our technological advancement in the medical field is impressive. We can now do organ transplants and stem cell research is racing ahead. But there is one aspect of the medical industry that is absolutely criminal. Doctors are routinely given free holidays, expenses and gifts from pharmaceutical companies trying to get doctors to prescribe their products. For some bizarre reason this practice is legal. The result of this corruption is more patients taking pharmaceutical pills that they do not need. This industry has risen to become the largest industry in America and a global powerhouse. One of the main reasons cannabis has been kept illegal is because big pharma are afraid the plant will replace many of their most profitable products.

It is time that we check the power of these companies. Their immoral influence on doctors is a modern scandal. Their active participation in the prohibition of marijuana is pure evil. At the recent Prague medical marijuana conference scientists and doctors agreed that cannabis could replace up to half of all the medication currently being sold by these gigantic corporations. The size of the pharmaceutical industry, coupled with their obscene profits is a threat to society. It is time to wake up to the reality that big pharma is only a profit seeking organization. They do not care about the patient, they only concern themselves with the next financial quarter’s profits. This is too narrow a perspective on an industry that is literally a life saving one. Cannabis prohibition has illuminated all these problems. Ignoring them is folly, the only answer is to educate yourself and then get active. Our grandkids can’t afford any more inaction.

Jamaica’s first legal cannabis plant

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And just like that, the plant went from a national security threat to simply another plant in the lush paradise that is Jamaica. If you look hard at the photo, you should not be able to observe any Armageddon like catastrophes unfolding around the plant. In fact, with rich soil, sunshine and a little rain the plant starts to grow like all the other weeds.

The winners here are, sick people who can benefit from the plant’s medicinal properties, farmers who will have another cash crop, people who want a health alternative to alcohol and baby Jesus who told me in a dream last night that cannabis is his idea of a good time.

The losers are the lazy police and politicians that profited from harassing a free thinking segment of the population, the rabid prohibitionists, the racists that didn’t like “them niggers getting all uppity” and obviously the pharmaceutical and alcohol industries.

Our choice as a community is to lend our support for a loving, science based group of evolved humans or continue with the greedy, hate filled spineless shits that currently rob us blind while condescendingly assuring us that they do what they do for the greater good.

Well done Jamaica, Bob Marley would be very proud. Uruguay, parts of America, Holland and now Jamaica have proven that cannabis is not a big deal. Like camera phones making the police act better, cannabis legalization makes our system of government change for the better too. Sorry grey bureaucrats that are just waiting for retirement, but we actually require that you do some work. Legalize and regulate the plant so we can figure out how best to use it (AGAIN) for the betterment of society.

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Why fight for cannabis

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The prohibitionists have done an amazing job. Say marijuana to one of our less enlightened brothers or sisters and they immediately think of brains frying and the short step to crack whores giving hand jobs at the back of bus stations. You have to give it to them. They really, really did a great job vilifying the non toxic, health giving plant. They would have gotten away with it to, if it wasn’t for those pesky kids talking about the beneficial effects of the plant on the internet.

So why should we fight for cannabis? It is freely available anyway right? We must fight because our pot rights are important. It is the coming out issue for the next generation of politically activated young people. We have watched with horror as big business has dominated society. The government doesn’t mind pollution or systemic corruption but it does mind people using a healthy alternative to alcohol?

We must fight for our rights because if we don’t, we will wake up in a police state if we are not there already. Our phones and computers have taken us into the next phase of human evolution but they have also allowed a control obsessed government to track us to a frightening, George Orwell 1984 level. This new generation must put science at the forefront of political decisions. Cannabis is an effective, non toxic medicine which should be embraced quickly and decisively. America is in the middle of a low level civil war between the racist system and oppressed minorities. Europe is dealing with a tsunami of traumatized African refugees. Asia is trying to cope with climate change as well as an ever growing China. If we want things to change, then we will need much more straight talk. Politicians are famous for talking out of their arses, considering the lethal threats today, do we really want this type of representation? Do we want puppets, bought and paid for by big business tellings us it will be all right if we only vote for them one more time?

Cannabis is a beautiful battle between the generations. On the prohibitionist’s side, they have all the hot air and bluster but they also have the keys to the city whereas the pro pot camp has all the facts and science  but don’t have a unified voice yet. To argue against the obvious medical applications of the plant is ridiculous, even recreational users are medicating. They have lower stress levels and a much lower risk of getting diabetes. If you go into your local hospital emergency room on a Friday night, it will be the drinkers populating the room, not stoners.

If we don’t fight for this right, which right will we take a stand on? The right to privacy? GONE. The right to protest? GOING. The right to live in a safe, unpolluted world? GONE. We have tried ignoring our way out of the problem and guess what, the politicians just did what the greedy capitalists told them to do to the obvious detriment of society.

We must fight for cannabis because it can unite us as a new generation dealing with a shit storm of problems. Our current leaders thinks it is a good idea to deal with the debt crisis by creating a vast ocean of new debt. Instead of using this new made up money to help society they give it to banks and their corporate masters while leaving us to rot. They go to war against our interests, and they couldn’t care less if cannabis cures cancer. They get their big mansions and sleazy boardroom jobs anyway. It is up to us, look away if you want, but in the end we will have to deal with this problem so why not pack a peace pipe and get started!! Social media has brought us together. We wanted cannabis legalized and it will be legalized. There is no end to our collective power and unlike older generations that then use power to personally profit, we can focus on healing the planet and creating the kind of world that would make Gandhi proud.

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420 tales from the white widow

white widow cannabis strain

It all started with white widow. This almost trippy indica hybrid has stolen the show for decades. It is beautiful to grow, smoke and behold. When I was younger we used to whisper about this strain. Imagine if we were over there now boys, sitting back on one of those well worn couches in the Old Amsterdam Coffee shop! When we finally did make it over to Amsterdam, we embraced white widow like a mother embraces their long lost child. We were staying for a sunny weekend in late spring. In an effort to do something cultural we tried to find some famous art gallery or other. This adventure ended when we got confused and had to pause and seek shelter under a lamp post. We remained there until one of us built up the nerve to suggest we head back to the coffee shops in the red light district. The nights were a blur. We call Amsterdam the Dam back home. Well the Dam nearly swallowed us whole. I remember being in a bar and watching another group of stoners talking and having fun. The place was packed because it was a Friday night. One of their group got up to get a drink and he was obviously very stoned because as he went over to the bar he continued the conversation he was having when he was sitting at his table. It was strange to watch him roar at his friends over the heads of strangers and yet somehow it seemed normal.

On our final day in the Dam we all had early fights home to civilization. Everyone except Fiachra that was. He was living in Spain at the time and had a later flight back. We all packed our bags and checked out. With a few hours to kill before our flight we decided to get as stoned as possible. With time evaporating, like a marauding tribe we headed for the airport leaving poor old Fiachra to the Dam. At first he walked around, exploring some of the streets we hadn’t been on. As the minutes ticked along however, the slow, cold creep of paranoia took hold of him.  He started to become convinced that everyone was out to do him harm. Trying to dismiss the thought at first, soon it became the inevitable conclusion from obscure signs in his surrounding environment. A small breeze, yep, definite proof of a conspiracy. Two old people standing by the canal and checking their map, probably a signal to the others to come get him in a minute. As time passed in a vortex of fear and shame he was quite certain that he was about to be torn limb from limb by the maddening horde. Finally, with wrecked nerves he decided to put an end to it. He walked up to the largest person he could find (a big black dude standing outside a coffee shop) and asked him in him most confident, frightened little child’s voice, excuse me, is everyone here trying to kill me? The large man for a moment looked him square in the eye, then as his serious eyebrows lifted and his face broke into a gently smile he laughed, no man, your just stoned . . . With friendly human contact Fiachra was back in the land of the living.

Happy 420 everyone, love and laughter from Prague

My cannabis journey

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I never had the luxury of being a full time stoner. There was always so much to be done that spending the day in a haze of haze just wasn’t an option. My cannabis journey started in a small, damp, stone cottage up in the mountains. Having never been a tobacco smoker I didn’t like joints so instead I used a pin and a small lump of hash. Though primitive, it did the trick. From this beginning, cannabis became a part of my life. Sharing pot with friends is a beautiful thing. The fact that it is illegal adds to the experience. Back then we didn’t know about cannabis and its cancer fighting properties. We didn’t know about different strains or the difference between organic and chemically grown. I just knew that I liked it. So did all my friends. Years later, as we follow our own paths there isn’t one of us that regrets our pot use. It hasn’t slowed down or perverted who we were going to become.

Instead of becoming a lawyer, a doctor, a postman or a painter, I have chosen to become a cannabis activist. At some point in life you have to stand for something. For me, with praguepot I am standing up for cannabis. The plant is a direct dialogue with nature. Like a message in a bottle, cannabis is reconnecting us with the natural world. Cannabis promotes peace and helps de-stress. It is hard to imagine why we would have a problem with someone using cannabis but then you look around and see people having problems with everything. Gay marriage, racial tensions, problems with poor people, distrust of funny religions. We are not an open minded bunch. Society is being pulled by two types of people. Those who want to keep things as they are, and those that want to change. Both have reasons for their point of views. The conservatives have done very nicely out of keeping things the same. Why would they even want to think about cannabis when they profit from alcohol and prescription drugs. Those looking for change can imagine a better tomorrow. Pushing against a system that doesn’t want to change is not as much fun as you would think. Between being ignored and harassed however, it is possible to help our world evolve.

The science that is leaking out on marijuana is exciting. I have first hand experience of the medicinal benefits of the plant. It really does help with chronic pain, and epilepsy, and cancer, and Crohn’s Disease and a long list of other ailments. As pot becomes legal in more and more American states we will witness the positive contribution pot can make. A year of legal marijuana in Colorado has resulted in zero deaths. In fact, painkiller overdoses have decreased by 25% in states that have access to medical marijuana. This is a shocking number. Add into the mix the lost revenues for serious criminals and you would have to explain very slowly again why pot remains illegal.

History will put cannabis prohibition in the same box as alcohol prohibition. It simply doesn’t work to criminalize a vast section of the community. Look at all the suffering cannabis prohibition has caused. It is by far the most damaging aspect of the plant. We need more people switching on, taking personal responsibility to help change the world into a better version of itself. It has never been more important to get active. Progress only happens with personal participation, so let’s get moving!!

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