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Have you noticed the art of

Right now The Art of Breezy Kiefair is offering signed, framed, 8.5×11 prints. for $15 plus $6 shipping…. just go to the link below, find a piece of art you love, and email a link of the piece you want printed to along with the address you would like it shipped to. I will reply with a link where you can make the payment. Show your appreciation for all the work done on Kiefair.comReefer Gurl, and Gardening Tips for the Medically Damned by buying a bit of art created by Breezy Kiefair. Have a blessed day.

Please also be sure to play the name game on facebook:

Are you a fan of Breezy Kiefair‘s artwork? Well its time again for the fans of The Art of Breezy Kiefair and Kiefair.comto play “title the image” game….here is your task… visit my art page and find images that do not yet have a title or a quote attached to them. Comment below that image with your title or quote suggestion. If i select your selected title or quote, you will be acknowledged in the image description and be tagged in the image. Plus you get to be secure in the knowledge that you titled a work of art and will forever be a part of that piece’s impact on the viewer. Happy commenting and have a blessed day!

here’s what you do:
1: visit click “like”

2. start viewing my art images. please comment and suggest titles on your favorite breezy images.

3. When the event ends, on
February 14, 2012 at 11:59 MST (UTC-7)
I will update the images with new titles & move them to a new album for all to enjoy. I will link names of title authors to the images…


For all my gifts with words, I am not great at titling my own work. Plus, I want you guys to title my pieces to but a good vibe blessing on them… comment titles on any pieces you like. I’m creating an eBay store to market the images & make some scratch. Your opinion counts!

Blessings & respect
Breedheen O’Rilley Keefer
AKA Breezy Kiefair
on youtube
art “like” page on FB

~ Do all that you can to cultivate peace within yourself, that it might
shine out from you, and plant the seed of peace in other spirits, for them
to cultivate.~

{Remember… it is when we choose act on the issues that are in front of
our faces, when we choose to get involved instead of looking the other way
as our fellow man struggles, when we choose to take those small simple
little actions, working on righting little wrongs in our everyday lives that
really make change happen, those seemingly small actions are what really
make the world a better place and are a catalyst for greater social change.}
~Both quotes by Breedheen “Bree” O’Rilley Keefer~

Link to pay for art? click here )

The images from The Art of Breezy Kiefair are meant to be shared. I don’t even mind if folks print them. If you want something printed, signed and shipped by me please let me know… Please also feel free to tag yourself and any of your friends who appreciate art tags. The art is my gift to you.

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A Heart Filled with love is like a phoenix that no cage can imprison ~Rumi

A Heart Filled with love is like a phoenix that no cage can imprison ~Rumi

You Can't see my pain with your eyes. The only thing that relieves my pain is Cannabis! You could never imagine the pain I suffer, yet you deny me my freedom.

You Can’t see my pain with your eyes. The only thing that relieves my pain is Cannabis! You could never imagine the pain I suffer, yet you deny me my freedom.

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Remember Cannabis is Just a Flower series

A Day Alone with my Muse Series

Early January Art Series Late January Art

there are some pieces of writing that are not available on Most are pieces that would be better suited to posting on The Art of Breezy Kiefair as much of what is stored here is poetry and fantasy fiction. have a look. you may surprise yourself at what i wrote….

a few announcements:
1. I am giving up journalism. When I imagined myself as a writer growing up I wanted to write poetry and fiction any way. I have some reviews that will be finished up, but am not entertaining new reviews at this time nor am I searching for news stories.

2. I will fill orders for paid patients, free patients still waiting of christmas and all free patients added to the free oil list since then. No new people will be added to the free list, once I have served those I have already given my word, I am not making oil for anyone but myself any more. I will continue to answer oil questions if they are posed to me.

3. In place of these two tasks, I will be focusing on the artwork. The Art of Breezy Kiefair seems to be the reason to stick around most often used by my friends. It is the least stressful and most positive piece of my activism life.

4. From now on if a person or thing is a source of negative stress in my life, it will be removed.
5. If a project comes up that I really care about and really needs my skills, I may come out of retirement on a temporary basis only but will not be advertising the fact that I assisted with the project.

6. This is not up for debate. Yes I understand I am giving some people who do not have my best interests at heart exactly what they want on some levels but I am also giving me the break I so desperately need.

thank you and have a blessed day.


Anger and Hate are destructive to the person feeling them… When someone wrongs you be it online or in person, and you respond in anger, you are corrupting your pure creator given energy… Your energy, your life-force, your soul are all good at a baseline level… When you respond to a real or perceived wrong by sending anger back to the person who you think wronged you, you on a subconscious level take your good energy and put a negative charge on it before you respond to the person with actions. Its not good for your karma. It is not good for your lifeforce to respond this way… a better tact is to pray/send positive energy that the universe judge and balance things. Make a loving petition that they learn a lesson with light and love in your heart… let the universe take care of the wrongs they commit… if you are angry and hold on to it you are brought to their level and in the end, it is your own energy that has been diminished, your own soul that has been harmed by your feelings, not theirs. If you love them through the wrong they have done (even if you cut off contact) then you have taken a path of love and the universe will reward you for it.

Breezy Kiefair of The Art of Breezy KiefairGardening Tips for the Medically DamnedReefer Gurland


Cannabis Parody of Children’s song “This Old Man”

This old man he rolled one…

He smoked it up with his son…

With a nick nack paddy whack roll us another bone…

This old man came toking home.

This old man he rolled two.

He smoked reefer till he flew.

With a nick nack paddy whack roll us another bone.

This old man came toking home.

This old man he rolled three

outta  out of his bag og home grown trees

with a nick nack paddy whack roll us another bone…

This old man came toking home.

This old man he rolled four

because today he was so sore

with a nick nack paddy whack roll up another bone…

this old man came toking home.

This old man he rolled five

cannabis oil helps keep him alive

with a nick nack paddy wack roll us up another bone…

this old man came toking home.

This old man he rolled six,

some men need weed to stiffen their dicks

with a nick nack paddy whack his girl is comin to ride his bone….

this old man tokes in his home.

This old man he rolled seven

smoking weed helps him talk to heaven

with a nick nack paddy whack roll up another bone.

Its spiritual use up in our home.

this old man he rolled eight

just so he could eat what’s on his plate.

with a nick nack paddy whack roll up another bone.

No chronic wasting in this home.

this old man he rolled nine,

after toking out he felt just fine

with a nick nack paddy whack roll up another bone…

this old man came toking home.

this old man he rolled ten

then handed ’em out to all his friends…

with a nick nack paddy whack roll up another bone….

this old man tokes in and out of home.

The classic children song

“This Old Man Nursery Rhymes”

This old man, he played one
He played knick-knack on my thumb
With a knick-knack patty-whack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played two
He played knick-knack on my shoe
With a knick-knack patty-whack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played three
He played knick-knack on my knee
With a knick-knack patty-whack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played four
He played knick-knack on my door
With a knick-knack patty-whack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played five
He played knick-knack on my hive
With a knick-knack patty-whack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played six
He played knick-knack on my sticks
With a knick-knack patty-whack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played seven
He played knick-knack up in heaven
With a knick-knack patty-whack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played eight
He played knick-knack on my gate
With a knick-knack patty-whack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played nine
He played knick-knack on my spine
With a knick-knack patty-whack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

This old man, he played ten
He played knick-knack once ag’n
With a knick-knack patty-whack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

more history from:

Origins and history

The origins of this song are obscure. The earliest extant record is a version noted in Anne Gilchrist‘s Journal of the English Folk Dance and Song Society (1937), learnt from her Welsh nurse in the 1870s under the title “Jack Jintle” with the lyrics:

My name is Jack Jintle, the eldest but one,
And I can play nick-nack upon my own thumb.
With my nick-nack and pad-lock and sing a fine song,
And all the fine ladies come dancing along.

My name is Jack Jintle, the eldest but two,
And I can play nick-nack upon my own shoe.
With my nick-nack, etc.[1]

The more familiar version goes like this:

This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on my thumb;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played two,
He played knick-knack on my shoe;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played three,
He played knick-knack on my knee;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played four,
He played knick-knack on my door;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played five,
He played knick-knack on my hive;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played six,
He played knick-knack on my sticks;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played seven,
He played knick-knack up in heaven;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played eight,
He played knick-knack on my gate;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played nine,
He played knick-knack on my spine;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played ten,
He played knick-knack once again;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

A similar version was included in Cecil Sharp and Sabine Baring-Gould‘s English Folk-Songs for Schools, published in 1906.[2] It was collected several times in England in the early twentieth century with a variety of lyrics. In 1948 it was included by Pete Seeger and Ruth Crawford in their American Folk Songs for Children and recorded by Seeger in 1953. It received a boost in popularity when it was adapted for the 1958 film The Inn of the Sixth Happiness by composer Malcolm Arnold as “The Children’s Marching Song”, which led to hit singles for Cyril Stapleton and Mitch Miller.[3]

[edit]In popular culture

  • The song was parodied in The Two Ronnies skit The Plumstead Ladies’ Male Voice Choir, with funny verses such as: “Her old man, next to you/Needs a damn good talking to/Knick-knack, paddy-whack, now she’s in the club/He’s off boozing down the pub”; and “This old man, he played nine/He’s as bad as your’s or mine/Dick, Jack, Harry, Mack, Trevor, Doug or Mike/All old men are all alike.”
  • Columbo (Peter Falk) used to whistle this tune in several episodes.
  • In the Cheers season eleven episode “The King of Beers”, Norm awkwardly blows a job interview by complimenting his possible future boss’s pants and singing “This Old Man”, something Rebecca said she did when interviewing for her “dream job” at the House of Pancakes.
  • Nerdcore rapper MC Frontalot recorded a track on his album Nerdcore Rising by the name of “This Old Man”. The track’s refrain lines are done in the same meter and the lyrics describe an elderly rapper.
  • The song is referenced by Korn in their song “Shoots and Ladders” along with many other nursery rhymes.
  • Fiddler’s Green sang a version of “This Old Man” on their 2009’s Album “Sports Day At Killaloe” with eleven stanzas.
  • In Mad Men Season 1 Episode 4 “New Amsterdam”, Bertram Cooper whistles it after lecturing Don Draper on the company’s need to keep Pete Campbell.
  • The Wiggles covered this song with Sam Moran on Pop Go The Wiggles.
  • Barney & Friends changes this song with “I Love You”.
  • The song was heavily sampled “This Old Man” by Destiny’s Child in their song “Temptation” from their 1999 album, The Writing’s on the Wall.
  • Paddiwack Song by Ritchie Valens is a Rock and roll version of the song.


  1. ^ A. G. Gilchrist, “Jack Jintle”, Journal of the English Folk Dance and Song Society, 3 (2) (1937), pp. 124–5.
  2. ^ S. B. Gould and C. J. Sharp English Folk-Songs for Schools (London: J. Curwen & Sons, 1906) pp. 94–5.
  3. ^ N. Musiker and D. Adès, Conductors and Composers of Popular Orchestral Music: a Biographical and Discographical Sourcebook (London: Greenwood, 1998), p. 248.

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Pink Floyd Animals, Art, Activism

The piece is really a self portrait about my activism journey/personal life 2009-2012 set to the pink floyd animals album. im thinking the subtle message may be too personal and understated for most to “get it”


Pigs on the Wing (Part One) (Waters) 1:24

If you didn’t care what happened to me,
And I didn’t care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.

Dogs (Waters, Gilmour) 17:06 

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You’ll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone’s expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything’s done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone’s a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

Pigs (Three Different Ones) (Waters) 11:26 
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You’re nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying “Keep on digging.”
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you’re down in the pig mine.
You’re nearly a laugh,
You’re nearly a laugh
But you’re really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You’re nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You’re hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You’re nearly a laugh,
You’re nearly a laugh
But you’re really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You’re trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You’re nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
…..! …..! …..! …..!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you’re nearly a treat,
Mary you’re nearly a treat
But you’re really a cry.

Sheep (Waters) 10:19

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I’ve looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.

What do you get for pretending the danger’s not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we’ll make the bugger’s eyes water.

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you’re told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

Pigs on the Wing (Part Two) (Waters) 1:27

You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don’t feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I’ve found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.

lyrics courtesy of:

Below it is my 24th draft and final of this video. The music is slightly slowed in the second version. In both videos I am symbolically distorting and burning my “self” and showcasing the art that comes from my inner turmoil.

Pink Floyd Animals, Art, Activism

The piece is really a self portrait about my activism journey/personal life 2009-2012 set to the pink floyd animals album. im thinking the subtle message may be too personal and understated for most to “get it”

Another version of this video will be uploaded soon.

A Tale of A True Reefer Gurl

A Tale of  a True Reefer Gurl

Portraits of Cannabis Activist and Phoenix Tears Therapy Enthusiast Becky Haines

Portraits of Cannabis Activist and Phoenix Tears Therapy Enthusiast Becky Haines

Hi Breezy,

I would like you to edit my story we i need it out i’ll work on getting documents in your hands with facts i emotionally hurts too bad to write.  I’ve been scarred bad in physch, ward they tazed a good friend of mine killed him 1 mile from my house my county is under investigation. DC mental health 50% of poor in my county are forced into phsych. medication. As I write to you I’m ordered to take lithium or forced to be locked up again, and 5 other drugs. I only suffer from extreme ptsd like most 9 out of 10 women.  I’ll send you some info. on our county


As for what has happened to me, it is a really long tale.

It started when I got stuck with a dirty needle in me in 98 and it gave me hep c.  I was studying for being a nurse in the medical field. I had done the classes, but had to switch to IT in 99 because of the treatment I began the same year. I began Interferon. I did 24 weeks. I keep having grand mal seizures and it hurts my soul to write this.  Most story should be on my facebook wall.

University of North Carolina did experimental treatments. I flunked out of, study. my liver was doomed I ached . I had grand mal seizures after 24 weeks interferon  (ribavirin).  The Hepatitis-C came back 10 fold. We lost everything in 99 to a flood during Hurricane Floyd. It was hard my place was the most beautiful spot…

My doctor said to get to California to be treated by doctors out there.  Only my grandma knew how sick I was I didn’t want to worry the family. I finally got treatment after being denied because after the treatments I had put on weight ??  In 2001 I did the treatments again… same thing, the shots, pills, it fucks the head up. It was dangerous and in some ways, so was I (lol)…, It killed my belly. I couldn’t drink water. I would  get dehydrated fast and then as a symptom of the dehydration I  don’t think right.

54 weeks later my body was screwed but virul load gone forever. I was cured , but I i was still dehydrated. I lived on iv floods for 4 yrs after the treatment couldn’t drink water. It happened a lot, i don’t think right.
I had gotten cancer and began treating it with Rick Simpson Phoenix Tears Therapy.

The dehydration issue continued for many years and happened to me many times during chemo. On the 2nd of December 2012, my daughter in California got worried and  called welfare check on me with a 911 call. Meanwhile, I was on my way  to a beach house with part of the Phoenix Tears Therapy I had made for myself. I had the $$ to go to the beach with my medicine if I wanted to. The cops came in my house, saw a little weed, seized all my shit. This adventure ended up with me in the psychiatric ward. My family felt I needed to be inpatient. They never heard me talk about God or foods so much. they didn’t know me very well.

While I was in the hospital. they shot me up with drugs instead of feeding me fluids. When I came around, I told them “” my body is pure, like a temple, i need fluids, my family had sucked me dry I’m not from around here, (meaning California  “” I still sat in a psych ward 2 1/2 days “They wouldn’t let me leave til I took a drug for schizophrenia. It started some shit with me. The psychiatric professionals wrote that “‘ I presented myself from another planet, and said my family was out to kill me”  I had just got cured from all my cancer and 20 chronic conditions using only foods, and cannabis oil.  So I guess I must be crazy (lol)

When I got out of the mental ward, my bills were not paid. I had no internet, phone, ot tv. I will find out more where i stand tomorrow, my father left me with enough meds to get well, he grew it before he died, we had a plan to get me over the genocide of medical system and heal with mother earth. Dad n I were the only ones that knew this plan, had no idea the cancer would come in play a few months after he passed away. I’m not a troublemaker, the cops had no warrant.  I do have a law suit against robeson county but need help with legal fees to get it going. The cops took all my guns, all my prescriptions, (I needed some…damn..even my vitamins!)  In North Carolina we have a bill coming up…a new number was HB 577 check it out…it can fall into place with this I feel.

Breezy says…. “I will get you more details on this story as it progresses folks.” Scroll to the bottom for links on North Carolina House Bill 577


Update from Becky 1/9/2012

It started out as coming home from Calif. as my kids were grown and I was sick. I had done Infer-on treatments twice, once with UNC Clinical trial then in Calif. I did 54 weeks started in 2010. It about killed my mind, body and soul. Lucky for me being Calif. it was no problem smoking or eating the Cannabis.

I ended up on IV’s fluids for almost 4 yrs. most were in an infusion center at our local Hospital in Calif. I remember my nurse Abby well.  We spent Christmas eve, and then New years Eve together. My Belly had been scarred bad. I couldn’t drink water for years.

We drove me back in my rig in 09. My father had a set up for me to finally relax and heal me. Landed in the hospital 5 hours from home bad angina attack. Finally made it here on April 19th 2009. I even had to leave my 17 yr. Homecoming Queen, I missed so much.

Cancer struck my Father Sam Haines Ret. Navy, Magna Cum Laude Honor Student Psychology, Master Gardner, Herbologist, and many other things a few months later. He always said the asbestos from the Subs. would take him out. He didn’t want money for that, I respect it. He loved his USA. We lost him 3 months after I came home. A few months later I felt a sharp pain in my left lower belly.

It took me to the ER 24 hrs. later. It was the first time I had ever heard the word Cancer for me. It was a mass about the size of an Apple on my left Ovary. Six weeks later it had grown to 2 lbs. They took blood, but found no Ovarian Cancer. It was found, my OB did some major surgery to remove it and other organs. I woke up hearing it was bad, rare they had to send it to Duke the pathology. That is where my night mare began as I was pretty much on my own here.
I Came home, paid someone to bring me with 34 staples in my gut and a backed up septic tank, still have leach line issues. 3 weeks later I finally get a call. Musinous Adenocarcinoma 2 lb. Mass and Unknown Primary. Very Rare only 600 cases in the States a year. I found only 2 hospitals treated this one in San Diego and Wake Forest.

I thought I was in, emailed Dr. Levine my Pathology, he quickly replied stated yes they do treat it, not mine, I was co-morbid. A term for med-care. If a person has 2 or more chronic conditions they won’t put the money in them. The Surgery was called MOAS a 23 hr. surgery cutting out 1/2 colon, 1/2 intestines and all lump nodes appendix and also HEPIC chemo. where they run warm chemo. in your guts sew you up and leave it for a few hrs. this giving me maybe 5 yrs to live. Duke jumped in, it was my CEA’s that were elevated the marker for Colon Cancer.

I Did a round, it about killed me with Taxol. I lost my in home care I had since 2001 to the NC’s health plan. I did eat cannabis and smoke the whole time during the chemo. I could eat a chili dog had weird cravings while others were puking.  I did have the unable to drink water issue and my belly I had to look out for dehydration, I don’t think right when I’m dehydrated and those around me have to be able to recognize the signs. It didn’t get caught quite a few times, once I laid in my bed devacating on myself for 5 days, had Kloe looking out the window , I remember I thought it was snowing and no one could see us in here dying, wow. Sad looking back. My family tried , came in washed me up, bless their hearts. at one tine I even told Sam to get Kloe she had been eating chemo and was glowing green, he did it. I can give instructions. We got through it.
I had researched the Cannabis Oil as a cure, I believe in our science of Plants and it has always been a big part of my life, my father shared the history and health with me. Many other things but that is another story, If I remember right he was one of the Original ones in the first NORML he believed it should have been free, he fought for it. I’m no activist anyway. I felt it was a gift to us, I choose to live off Grid I’ll get there again. I lost that in 99 due to Hurricane Floyd the flood.

I knew about the oil, I knew it would work. My children, they only believe in science. They believed in medical science and, I was forced into the chemo. It did no good on the numbers came back a tad more elevated. I did a search of the property as Dad told me he had material for bake-ables cannabis.

Wow, was I surprised there was my oil meds.  My father had grew it and he was going to compost the trim, I told him to save it til I got back there guess it was part of my inheritance  Some one showed up from NCCPN she runs a different one now CCC I believe. Spent the first 3 months in a good Cannabis coma almost finally had a little help to feed me, I could rest, Rick Said that for it to work I must rest. I gave in.

I have a list of 20 Chronic Conditions I have been pinned with. I knew the endocanabonoid system but had no idea I could feel this dang good.
Within 6 weeks I could tell a difference in my eating and resting I was able to shower again on a regular basis eating well. I took a lot of oil! Tumors started leaving I had nodules unknown stuff in my lungs they cleared. The drs. were amazed as we sat there and giggled they were lost to this science, I told them the whole time what I was doing, we preached Cannabis at Duke, eating my little green cookies everywhere .

Around 6 months ago I had been studying food a long time, believe in our organics was almost there once, then got sick. I started this little crazy diet a friend mentioned also tips from my friend Tamara she cleared her Cancer through foods just wrote a book the fist print sold out, Alternative Health Solutions. I’ll post a link with this. 12 colors a day, it was simple to me, I needed simplicity.  I lost so much, reading, writing, seeing, driving, etc. The GMOs are killing us also, I hope to climate all one day, also I’ll wear only hemp once I can shop for my clothes again, using 7th generation Baby products for the skin and clothes washing, dish washing all natural stuff.

There were so many scripts I had been on since the Interferon treatment. I was ready for the pills to be gone too. I became quiet good at the oil , good shit, I jacked up my dose to detox off this stuff processed foods and the rest of the meds. I was on. I didn’t think I had to tell anyone what I was doing, it was my world here. The family reacted quite different to the natural healing. They had never heard me talk about Jesus before, I dig him. What happened to my health is short of a miracle all conditions cleared, Cancer, Fibro. Chronic Pain, Fatigue  high blood pressure, high sugar, Epstien Barre, angina, spastic esophagus, chronic thrush had took my taste, also candida bad on my skin, Ptsd, Anxiety, Hyper-activity I’ll get that list there are more, even have chronic marijuana abuse, I’ll keep that one. There are 2 pills I have to take, I tested it, for hyperprotienlypidemia 4, a genetic blood disorder. The only meds .I will take, or my trich

Around 2 months ago I stepped out in our World, got my hair done, new clothes, the bloat from treatments just fell off with the oil like magic! I had no idea what would come of me coming out of this Corporate Greed. I ended up with an infection, it started a change for me with our local Hospital who I had standing orders for fluids at. I usually carry a book so they can see my condition if they can’t understand me, I come around after a bag or 2. I said ” I’m not from around here, I need fluids my family has sucked me dry.” Next thing I know I was being stripped of clothes and rights, the infection or fluids not treated.

They shot me up with dope and knocked me out. I awoke in what they call here the observatory, wow, worse then jail, been there one they see if you need to be in psych. took me 2 days to get my I rights back. I cleared the infection with the veggies and water brought to me in there I made them wait on my ass hand and foot, since they had me. I had to take a drug called Septra for Schizophrenia and shut up for 3 hrs before they let me out the door I conformed. I knew an injustice had been done I was going to let it go, but they got me again.

On Dec. 2nd, my daughter, she got worried, so was I. I had did so much of my oil i need to get some more done, no one understood what I was up against, I didn’t feel I had to explain myself as long as I was getting better. The Fytanal patches, celexa they gave me for crying during chemo. , the lortabs, Valiums I was ready to get them out of my system for good. I don’t need a pain pill today for the fibromyalgia. i did show my ass, I can’t rest with knots in my gut, things I need to get out with the family and community, no one fully understand how close I’ve been to death quite many times done with that shit. Autumn hadn’t seen me since we got me thru the chemo. Placed a 911 call to my ass to check on my welfare. I was already set and at the beach with my stuff getting ready to rent a place and relax a month, yes they found me there too 4 cops and ambulance pulled in the yard. The law can do that if they feel you have a mental heath, Holistic healing is not heard here, hardly. I told that Dr. Hussini, I had stepped out of the medical society I only suffer from PTSD as far as my head is concerned. He told me I could no step out of their system. watch me.

I’m really grasping what happened next. I’ll go into more detail later but it still hurts as I saw so much brutality. I was driven and handed over to the the psych. ward. 6 cops and 2 attempted to tie me down in a seclusion room and shoot me up with drugs. This went on till the 20 of Dec. I fought that stuff hard. I would no conform. I wore my Army Creed shirt, taught everyone to say Pledge allegiance I had to draw it out. Talked about the Cannabis the medical bill, they lock folks in our county up if they have a narcotic benzo or cannabis in your system and dry you out. When I left there the recovery counselor who was tough..lo. I heard tell our people yes smoke a joint, its ok, That felt good, things did change up there. I did finally conform as I wasn’t going to get out, took their drugs and the lithium this time they said I was bi-polar. no labels here, a little eccentric they thought I had grandiose ideas, which I don’t think anything is impossible. We are going to free our weed in the South. I feel it. I had to eat their foods, made me sick, sleep so many hours, I’m on my own schedule is my right. I have been court ordered to take the meds. After my release 2 days later I went back. I wanted them not to keep me on those drugs, I was able to release with my signature that Observatory on the 23rd of this month with my own signature yes. I won that mess. I do feel that the Hospital will be in my lawsuit pending the county. Here is what happened while I was away from my home.

Since I wasn’t home they busted right in my door. I don’t worry about my cannabis here, or my guns or anything for that matter I did nothing wrong. I had my Christmas weed out, maybe 10 grams, I had left buckets soaking in the bathroom, the didn’t mess with that, they were kind of freaked on my big vial of left over oil. It was empty. Many drugs in the house, a grow room my dad grew veggies in, many guns, I had my tax money put up , they took all my stuff while they figured out I was no harm to a soul not a grower or dealer of any kind. Robeson here wants this Cannabis free, its taking up their courts and recovery for the real addicts and Alcoholics. We had yet to clean out my house from all the scripts. As I sit now I’m ok with what it took to get me here. I gotta go to court to get my stuff back my guns and money. My cable which was my connection to the world all cut turned off someone didn’t pay my bills, I came home to my car egged with my own eggs, inside and out that one bit I know who did it. My dang Kloe, I lost her, 2 of my hens, I’ve been having to be on-line outside I have enjoyed the freedom.

I’d like to get the ball started rolling on education here , in my side of the State 75% are stil without internet. We have to get something to them. I was going to front this part my self financially I had 2 land sales going on. I lost them both with my phone. HB 577 needs to be in every ones face if its going to pass in a year. It should have already been 3 years ago. I have been begging for help. We are going to run a fund for now. I’m putting in about my last 100 bucks to get it rolling. That way I can get the printed material they have been begging for in their hands at least in my county Columbus and Brunswick any others can contact me. I hope to have a link for those pamphlets soon. I can’t create them on my puter don’t have the program but have help for that once I get or info. more narrow down, Also putting in about those foods and gmos just a little ed. its not available here. Very sweet runs thru veins here, dying of Cancer all over the place Genocide is what I call it. I’m leaving on that one. Have a Bless day. Peace be with you all. yes, my medicine, my Cannabis OIL! I had enough to last me for a year, til it was free to grown my own weed! My friend Donnie destroyed all for my protection. Dang, I feel I may could have beat the case and won that shit back. Out of my hands I’m ok. The foods and I smoke and eat my cookies still. Spaz is a nervous little thing she suffers from PTSD also. Do be careful with that watched a video last night out of Co. they are rushing knocked out stoned dogs to the Vets.

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More on of North Carolina Bill 577 


House Bill 577
2011-2012 Session
Text Fiscal Note
Filed [HTML]
Edition 1 [HTML] HIN0577v1
Status: Ref To Com On Rules, Calendar, and Operations of the House on 04/04/2011
Primary: K. Alexander; Keever; Harrison;
Co: Bradley; Fisher; Luebke;
Attributes: Public;

History House Bill Action History
Date Chamber Action
03/31/2011 House Filed
04/04/2011 House Passed 1st Reading
04/04/2011 House Ref To Com On Rules, Calendar, and Operations of the House
Note: a bill listed on this website is not law until passed by the House and the Senate, ratified, and, if required, signed by the Governor.


2013-09-30 becky haines blogpost update1

As I sat in that Hospital, my soul was not hurting for me, it was shaken watching 10 or more being admitted into the Phsych. Ward to detox our poor citizens here via the ER care almost everyday I was there. I was pissed my rights could easily be taken from me, plus the fact the law busted in my house based on one 911 call from 3000 miles away to check my brain out, it was very obvious no one was in my home. As I broke into that bag today, I realized it was the souls of the ones that were snatched out of their lives and placed into this kind of care, it was brutal to say the least. I used to work in recovery programs here in the 90’s before all the Metal Health and addiction budget cuts had been made, I had been living in Cali. since this was taken from NC, I had no clue. With the lack of education in my area, I feel our Hospital is abusing the Medicaid system, thru 3 different counties, 2 being the poorest Counties in the USA. Here’s what I witnessed, if anyone showed up at the ER with benzo, opiate, alcohol or THC in any combination with a little different thinking and they have the power to strip the rights away and place them under Psychiatric care to detox.

When they brought them in, there was no recovery there, only conformity thru psychiatric drugs. Most half way houses and treatment centers have been closed in Southeastern NC. I nourished these souls, I feed them, made sure they got hydrated, as that was not a priority in our Hospital.No IV fluids to those that needed it for the detoxing, they’d put the jail house food beside’s their bed, not caring if they ate as they were knocked out from shots of ativan. I can’t tell you how many I watched not eat or drink the first 36 hours there. Since the recovery programs have been cut out, then be punished as they’d give no medicine for the psychically withdrawals and many literally ran shit the first 48 hours. That actually happened to me, I told the attendant as they came to lock us out of our rooms, it was our oil and natural foods they felt I needed to be detoxed from, that my belly was tore up, give me a few minutes I’d like to use my own rooms toilet. I was told to step into the hallway now, the door had to be locked, as I stepped into the hall way, it let lose all the way down the hall, this actually added more time to my stay as I found out some days later, they thought I purposely did this. I thought it was damn funny, I secretly laughed at the idiots as they had to clean it up.

Where the hell is the protection for the poor, disabled, and the abuse of Medicaid. We had a cutter come in with no insurance, she wasn’t even stitched up, those scars will be there for life for that young beautiful gal, then they shipped her home in less then 48 hours due to no insurance. These are the true stories that have laid so heavily on my soul, not mine. I feel this is the reason I slept so well this afternoon as I was able to finally read what I had written while being in that backwards place. I really hope all out there will continue on this path for the Repeal we all need so much in our Cannabis War. For me, I need to see what I can do, it’s time our system at this Hospital and Mental Health is truly investigated by the right people, starting with ACLU. It’s going to take quite a bit of paper work. I’m so passionate about this, one reason I’m asking for help here with my pain and some physical help, as this has fallen right in my lap, I can’t be settled with this til I know I’ve done the footwork needed to bring attention to these control freaks in charge of this type of System here. Yes, like the rest of US have a huge problem with the FDA’s drugs being on the streets, but locking the addicts up isn’t the way to address this issue, thanks for this ramble, needed to get that out. I look back today and know I was somehow suppose to see this, or I wouldn’t have been there, are no mistakes in this thing called life the way I view it. Peace be with us all, as I see a Nation on the brink of such control as far the poor goes. One Love….


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