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It is a stormy morning over here in Prague. Every so often, early summer can put on one hell of a lightening show. A friend and I have been working on a European church of cannabis. What started as a half serious conversation has turned into a firm intention to set the church up. There are many reasons to form a church. It would piss off the prohibitionists to have to deal with us on our high horse. Bringing religion into it gives us a moral argument and it is a new approach. We sat down and tried to work out commandments and rules for our new religion. In the interest of full disclosure, I would call myself a devout believer in some parts of mystic Hinduism. Meditation is a big part of Vedic Tradition and I spent years playing with this.
So when we started to form our church it was important that we could be a faith that fits in with other religious traditions. With Remco, we spoke of what we imagined the future of our church to be. Besides the social media presence and the flyers at cannabis events, what else did we want? I wanted somewhere by the sea, Remco wanted a big grow room in the basement. As Europe staggers out of the worst economic crisis since the second world war, surely there is the perfect place for our church to help with the healing. Somewhere for a main community space. Sleeping and eating quarters and enough land for us to grow organic food and obviously herbs. I still have my own beliefs, but having a spiritual place, where we could gather and spend time not taking ourselves or life to seriously sounds interesting.
Our European church is in a constant state of evolution. Initially it was about helping to fight prohibition, but as we scratched the surface, little things started connecting. I only knew Remco through Facebook and tsu.co. We are from different countries but found out we have cannabis friends in common. Then as we kept researching how to apply for official European status for our church we stumbled across the Cult of Mithras. Before Europe fell to the Catholic church there were ancient pagan religions. The church of Mithras was a popular one. It was an all male club and they got up to some pretty strange things. There are deeper and deeper levels to the religion. To pass onto the next level you must go through a cannabis ritual. The groups would meet in cellars and caves. At the height of their popularity they were spread right across Europe. Then I learnt that Mithras is also in my own Vedic religion. I don’t really know if there is a god and after life, but if there is, maybe god or whatever it is, is putting little sign posts for us to follow.
The first thing we agreed was to reform the old religion. No longer would women be excluded from the Church of Mithras. We can embrace what we want of the religion, between all of us the collective will, can be fine tuned. Obviously as cannabis is still very much illegal in Europe we can’t say if the church has met up yet. We definitely can’t talk about the initiations that have happened. The European Church of Cannabis is the Reformed Church of Mithras. All the kinds of things that you would expect are in the user manual. Love each other and try to live in sync with the world rather than trying to smash and grab it. Live with respect for the world, work hard at the things that you love and remember to enjoy the ride. We all have things to teach and learn. Sharing within a community feeds our spiritual souls.
The church of Mithras hasn’t seen the light of day in about 1,600 years. The religion asks you to keep developing yourself. Keep evolving into the perfect version of your authentic self. We are a church filled with people sharing their journey along this spiritual path. For someone, learning how to grow a cannabis plant is their spiritual journey. With instructions, a little dirt and some sunshine you can follow and participate in the lifecycle of the holy cannabis plant. Others will one day be able to join us to learn how to make healthy pot infused food and ointments. When we have a base for our church we will have four month retreats where people come to learn how to grow with us. As for when the church will be set in stone, we will offer our cannabis gods hard work and hope they will smile on our efforts.
We already have our first female member, Elena from Serbia. She does not realize the weight of history on her shoulders. The ancient religion never had a woman before. In a thousand years time, each word and sentence that we record from Elena will be examined and interpreted anew. Unlike Jesus, who got recorded 300 years after he hopped out of a cave, Elena will be recorded in real time. If you would like to help us record, get in touch. We need more people and energy! Until we can gather under one roof, we may rest under separate ones.
So as the city of Prague awakens, a new green shoot has broken the surface. We know the police don’t want us to grow and share cannabis but our religion wants us to. Gently, Lord Mithras speaks to me from a flaming bush. Try not to make the new religion seem too crazy he says, and don’t make us out to be serious. If you don’t have laughter throughout your day you aren’t following me properly. Learn how to grow. Don’t underestimate yourself. When your heart and soul is in something, you sleep wonderfully, so give it a try. These words come directly from Lord Mithras. Both he and Goddess Kali are blazing a trail for us to follow.
The beauty of a human soul isn’t held within a country’s legal system. Souls must find their own way to sing sweetly. We were born free but somewhere along the way we have become enslaved. Justice is dying. My fellow cannabis brothers and sisters are being oppressed. We love the herb, I think it is a messenger from Mother Nature, but that is just me. All of our civil rights have been destroyed the moment a government knowingly punished someone for a healthy lifestyle choice. Organically grown cannabis is healthy for you. The science is too strong to deny anymore.
The Jews that were slaughtered in the second world war holocaust did as they were told. They gave up their rights, their possessions and then their freedom. Since that war they have said over and over not to forget. The trouble is, fascism has many faces. Today fascism is in the strict adherence to the rule of law. Don’t walk on the grass, don’t smoke the grass, don’t feed the homeless, don’t listen to your inner voice, listen to the police megaphone declaring the truth according to brute strength. The rule of law is a spiders web.
When old Jewish people tell us not to forget their holocaust, they are talking about the battle that each human being must face. If I witness injustice, I am part of the problem the moment I decide not to act. Our governments are too powerful. As cannabis activists, we want our civil rights respected. We are not going to obediently get into stinking trains this time. Freedom is worth fighting for. Civil disobedience is your duty when laws are unjust, and don’t kid yourself, these laws that seek to strangle us are unjust. Rivers shouldn’t be polluted, food shouldn’t give you cancer. It is time for change. First look within. You are perfect. You were born with the loving strength and knowledge of all that has gone before you. It is time to stand up for your rights.
Feet dangling from this dock, fresh ocean breeze swirling.
Waiting for the mad dust to settle down.
The herb is healthy. No amount of wealthy campaign contributions will change that.
Broken bodies needlessly filled with toxic medication.
Politicians look down on the people.
The people don’t care to follow what is happening.
What a cruel laugh is being had at our children’s future.
Each of us bears responsibility for our broken society.
There are no easy options left.
Words and protests are part of the carnival.
The real perversion in society is our inaction.
So I sit on this dock, breathing in the clean air.
Getting stronger and more determined.
Provoking the unity that is so desperately needed to save the planet.
Just ask the cocksure Nazis.
In the end, truth wins.
In the end, the evilness of inaction is over come by its arch-rival, action.
Our day will come.
Jai Kali Ma
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.
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!!
It starts with a seed, an intention
With love and care
Something new is formed
Mother Nature’s misunderstood gift
Breathing life back into the concrete jungle
To free the modern human animal from self imposed stress
The beauty of the here and now
Woven into the fabric of the sacred herb
Winking and sparkling for our inner child
We don’t need permission
We don’t need a license
Our children’s children will shake their heads
What were we thinking to prohibit it
To drink in the ignorance and fear the politicians were selling
Our freedom and love comes from within
Jai Kali Ma