Breezy: Please tell us a little about how greenfaith ministry came to be. What is your mission?
Reverend Brandon Baker: We came to be after 3 generations of cannabis cultivation and persecution. Starting with grandpa’s family farm and hemp (grown legally), to my dad and i’s illegal growing and issues, to legal use by church practice to legal use again incorporating medicinal needs as well as spiritual. Cannabis as part of everyone’s daily life (not simply everyone smoking, but every aspect). You can read more about what greenfaith is here.
Breezy: How has fulfilling that mission changed in the past few years? How have the regulations
on medicinal cannabis changed how you fulfill that mission?
Reverend Brandon Baker: The only change the regulations have brought is many more in need and seeking our services along with losing many of our donors (as connected to mmj businesses)
Breezy: What are some of your concerns and hopes for the legislative sessions ahead regarding cannabis?
Reverend Brandon Baker: Just to finish their bs so we can fully implement our exemption to all the BS, every time they take freedom away and we go to assert something else comes up LOL.
Breezy: I understand you are raising funds for a new building to house your work. How do you
plan to use it to serve the community better?
Reverend Brandon Baker: It will have service for all faiths needing a cannabis friendly place of worship, it will provide a cannabis related kitchen, community garden, sacramental garden as well as a venue for any cannabis related event and all church events
Contact me or Donate online HERE if you want to be involved directly.
You can also purchase one of these shirts there for 20-30$ to help further the cause! (Our charity papers)
We are trying to make this our new congregation, We need a 10% cash deposit of $225K. *Once we get the property there is venues, kitchen and etc available. So PLEASE feel free to help all you want.
If you have a facebook account, GO here for information on this months event!
New Building Looking to purchase
Breezy: Anything else you would like to say?
Reverend Brandon Baker: We are non denominational and welcome all faiths so we can help them all implement the holy healing sacrament in their daily practices
Breezy: Could you explain for folks how joining a cannabis as a religious sacrament church
makes their cannabis use a first amendment rights issue?
Reverend Brandon Baker: Anything that is a true and demanded part of your religion (must be able to show history, need, custom and such of the use and religion in connection with each other) is protected (as long as you have proof and history before any denial cant be done expost facto) as long as it does not harm others (public policy and the reason we demand consumers be 18 unless with a DR note to cover the cannabis healing under western law) the mmj and decriminalization laws across the nation defeat the public policy argument
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
Breezy: How can people join your church, make a donation or get more involved with greenfaith?
Reverend Brandon Baker: In colorado where we physically practice we are open to all adults who support us and claim us, to use our defense your actions must past our test to be backed in court (we are not a get out of jail free card for any cannabis user) if not in colorado we strive to find you congregation and community in your area or help a local church become a greenfaith outreach or volunteer donations can be made online or in the mail all info is on the web sites
More about Reverend Brandon Baker and Greenfaith Ministry:
Kiefair.com has donated some art to benefit Rev Baker and Greenfaith Ministry. The Bleow pieces will be sold on April 20, 2013 at the 28th annual 420 Rally In Civic Center Park in Denver. For more information on the event, please click here: http://420rally.org/
FREE and OPEN to the PUBLIC
The Worlds Largest 420 Marijuana Rally is FREE and OPEN to the PUBLIC. Establishing the Marijuana Cultural Identity for 23 years+. Developing confidence while educating the community through marijuana music, speakers, booths, attorneys. This will be a two day Rally!!! Working towards laws that are inclusive, engaged with all, who work for equal business opportunities for the victims of the war on poor/drugs. Also those who suffer(ed), march and rally.
2013 Rally
Saturday April 20, 9am-6pm
&
Sunday April 21, 9am-5pm
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]
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.”
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.
NerdcorerapperMC 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.
^ A. G. Gilchrist, “Jack Jintle”, Journal of the English Folk Dance and Song Society, 3 (2) (1937), pp. 124–5.
^ S. B. Gould and C. J. Sharp English Folk-Songs for Schools (London: J. Curwen & Sons, 1906) pp. 94–5.
^ N. Musiker and D. Adès, Conductors and Composers of Popular Orchestral Music: a Biographical and Discographical Sourcebook (London: Greenwood, 1998), p. 248.
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”
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.
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
around.
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
maze?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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 ..lol..I 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 night..lol. 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.
When the only person left to talk to, is a person you gave birth to; what kind of a burden do you place on them when your body and mind go through the hell that is chronic pain with prescription pain management?
I have had the honor to be allowed into the world of many young people. I was given this gift AFTER I had already put my own children through a hell I am only beginning to understand.
So many people in this country alone have the challenge of coping with chronic pain on a daily basis to the point that it has unequivocally changed their lives. A large percentage have been forced to stop working at their “normal work environment,” while being treated with prescription opioids, antidepressants then, more times than not, end up applying for disability.
By this time, the people who you THOUGHT were your friends haven’t spoken to you in months. The only people, who will, came from your own body. Then there come the suicidal thoughts. Increased by the pain, and the medications you are taking to control the pain. But I will talk a bit about me, and my experiences.
When I was talking with one of my young adult friends, she (as MANY before her have) was expressing her frustration at her mother’s pain management by her doctor leading her to experience suicidal ideations. Also that a mom shouldn’t say things like that to her child. I agreed with all my heart, then reluctantly admitted that I have done the same. Not something I have ever been proud of, but I try to be honest.
Our conversation had led down the road of the effects of chronic pain, and conventional narcotic pain management, on our families. I began thinking about how I have managed to not only stay alive, but started to WANT to live, since Facebook came into my life.
First, a bit about suicide and my life: I have never been private about how it has affected my life, if you know me personally, but I guess I have never really written about it. It is time for me to do just that.
I grew up with the knowledge that my father’s father had killed himself. He was someone that wasn’t talked about, although I remember hearing the story out of my father’s mouth on several occasions about the act itself. I also remember both of my parents stating that my brother would have been named George if he would have been the kind of person you named a child after.
For the record, my grandfather, George, was injured by the butt of a rifle in the back of his head in battle in World War II; and due to the deplorable and archaic types of medicine practiced on our vets, was in and out of mental hospitals for that injury.
When my father was 5, my aunt 3, my grandfather gave my father his watch, closed the door to his office, and removed the offending object by shooting himself in the head.
Suicide first crossed my mind when I was only 13. By the age of 15 I had attempted to kill myself a handful of times. The issues I have had with my own mental health have haunted me all my life, I will admit this freely. I am a multiple rape survivor having been abused from a very young age by both my father and my stepfather. I have challenges both physically and emotionally. Who doesn’t?
My savior was my grandmother; Margaret Ellen. I am her namesake. She was a woman anyone would name a baby after. I was that baby. Tomorrow would have been her birthday, but lung cancer took her from this world 19 years ago. One year after her passing, I was in the hospital with a suicide attempt while on antidepressants.
Daily, I wish that I could go back in time and make her a brownie. Her last words to my grandpa when he tried to kiss her were, “don’t, please, it hurts. Everything hurts.” While on morphine, dying of lung cancer.
In the summer of 2000, I was given the news that my father’s body was found shortly after my birthday the previous year, after he had killed himself by the side of the road.
I had ceased all communication with my father 16 years prior, upon becoming a parent myself. I felt a need to protect my children from him, even before I regained memories of the abuse I sustained at his hands. His widow discussed with me at lengths, his obsession with me, culminating in his suicide after my birthday.
Suicide has touched my life constantly. It is time I came out of the proverbial “closet” about it. From my first love, Vic, who hung himself after discovering I got married, to the young friend and babysitter of my sons who committed suicide in his truck only a few hours after I gave him a hug in the local gas station.
Suicide. I can’t count the numbers of times I have wanted to leave this earth. The number of times I have expressed that to my children, when they were the only people left that loved me enough to care to keep listening; embarrasses me. Being on prescription antidepressants most of my adult life before being prescribed pain medication, left my mind in a haze for most of their childhoods. I wasn’t me.
Before Facebook, I had been confined to bed for about 5 years, on and off, due to chronic pelvic pain and digestive issues which had required several surgeries.
I had been able to work until 2002 (with the exception of months off due to surgeries and the recoveries thereof). In 2002, I was being prescribed 120 vicodin 7.7/750s as well as 25mcg fentanyl patch. I could not get out of bed.
By 2009, before enduring sudden withdrawals, only using cannabis for the symptoms, I was on Percocet & fentanyl had been raised to 100mcg for a year. Not controlling any pain at this point, but keeping withdrawals at bay. I prayed nightly that I wouldn’t awaken the next morning. But every night I would awaken, turn on my phone…and my friends were there to “snap me out of it.” I could do this.
When my daughter (my youngest child) was home from her first quarter at the University of Washington for holiday break, she and I set upon creating me a Facebook account. Being a computer programmer and an interested mom, I had previously followed my children to MySpace, so I figured this was not much different. I had no idea that it would LITERALLY save my life.
The first time I “friended” a stranger, I had no idea that those would be the people who I keep me alive from day to day until I was able to find a way out of prescription drug hell.
Every night, the pain was at it’s worse in the dark, but on my tiny phone screen, my friends were awake somewhere. The opioids had their way with my mind, making the pain sensations worse, attempting to feed the drugs’ hold on my brain. I screamed out, in my sarcastic, or not so sarcastic, tone.
I was ANGRY at the world! It FUCKED me up! I felt the need to scream that out.
And they heard. My world expanded from 4 “stranger friends” to a few thousand. Every now and then I shout a bit more… some leave, some come back.
My Facebook friends have called 911 when my withdrawals had my blood pressure down to 55/30, while my then husband, unknowingly, opened the door to the paramedics before he noticed I was passed out.
They have been there EVERY time I needed to be reminded that I have a purpose in life.
I love them all. And I am pretty certain my children are very relieved I now have someone else to talk to.
This last summer; my 18 year old nephew took his life with a gun, after a rapid detox off of several prescription medications that were being given to him in foster care; this new suicide in our family is still being investigated. Tribal traditions require a waiting period of a year before we can really speak of it.
When I can, I will. Let peace be with his soul, and with those of his siblings; his family misses him terribly.
Here at kiefair.com we have seen many milestones in 2012. Here are the top ten most read posts on Kiefair.com and a few other highlights from other sites. November shattered the record for the most views of any blog I have ever had for the month, and here we are with a week left to go in December, and December has surpassed the amount of reads I saw in November 2012! Thank you so much for all the reads and shares. Here is a list of what you, the viewer/reader feels has been important from this site this year. Merry Christmas everyone!
Fat Freddy has had a sore on his back for about 3 years and it would not heal! We started putting Rick Simpson Oil on it on November 23, then the next day we checked it and then checked it every 3 days afterwards, changing the oil and bandage every 3 days as well! Here is the progress so far! (WARNING THIS IS GRAPHIC!)
Our youtube channel has seen a massive increase in number of views in 2012.
number of views of my youtube videos in 2011 = 2,037
number of views of my creations on youtube in 2012 (so far posted 12/21/2012) = 15,327
752.43% increase in number of views in a year! Thank you for all the views and shares! https://www.youtube.com/user/Mr8MrsKiefAir?feature=mhee
Art:
People have really enjoyed the new art this year from my facebook page The Art of Breezy Kiefair
The Little Black Book Of Marijuana by Steve Elliot is a concise and accurate introduction to the wonderful world of medicinal cannabis and recreational marijuana. I highly recommend it!
If you are new to the different varieties (strains) of cannabis and new to the families (cannabis sativa and cannabis indica are the main ones, they do speak of auto-flowers as well) then this book sent to me to review by green candy press is great for you. ( http://greencandypress.com/ )
It is rather commercial with many links to seedbanks printed and source images from their websites. that being said, for a beginner’s education, its a nice read.
If you are a experienced grower/toker/strain connoisseur, don’t waste your time unless you want some budporn for guests on the coffee table.
Cannabis Indica: The Essential Guide to the World’s Finest Marijuana Strains
Alisa Christensen was a stunt performer and actor in Los Angeles from 1988 to 2001. She enjoyed a long, crazee, love-hate relationship with the entertainment industry. Ironically she was injured in a camping accident. She was taken to USC where she received a stroke while under anesthesia. Brain damage was much more tricky to navigate than burn damage. 5 years and 20 operations later she escaped LA. Nomadic wandering through existential miasma finally settling down, she now lives in Portland with Foxy The Little Dog.
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As a chronically ill woman, I keep a copy of this book by my bed in my rotation of positive literature to read when I am confined to my bed. It is a source of laughter when I feel like crying, understanding when I feel misunderstood, and strength when I feel that I cannot go on. It is my privilege to own a copy signed by the author.
The book Beyond Tears is a true story of what one family had to deal with when their eleven-year-old daughter was diagnosed as being mentally ill.The writer attempts to share a variety of issues that a family may have to address while living with a child who is emotionally disturbed (ED). He explains how the illness caused his daughter to become so dysfunctional, that she could no longer attend regular classes in school. The book also tries to explain how the Special Education Program tries to accommodate her special needs. As the issues escalated, his daughter had to be placed in a residential treatment center far away from the home environment. This placement created many new concerns for the family.The author has attempted to present his story in a way that most parents could relate to if they were in a similar situation. The story was written in a chronological order of events beginning with some family history, moving to the school years up through high school graduation. He tries to explain some of the methodology, logic and sometimes, just plain common sense of how his family worked through these issues.The book encompasses the dynamics of family life, social relationships, school systems, finances, community services (mental health centers, social services, courts, etc.), and the medical establishment. Each year there are more and more children being placed into our Special Education Programs, who have been diagnosed as emotionally disturbed (ED) or learning disabled (LD). There have been many books written about these children by doctors, social workers, therapists and educators. This is one of the few books that are written by a parent, who wanted to share with other parents, how the illness of his child effected their family. It is hoped that by reading this book you will have a better understanding of what a family has to address relating to a child with mental illness.
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About the Author
Mr. Marks was born and raised in Washington, D.C. upon graduation from high school he joined the U.S. Army and was assigned a tour of duty in Germany. After returning home from his military service, Mr. Marks went to work for the U.S. Government in Washington, and subsequently got married. Mr. Marks has had a very successful public career. He served as the Director of Finance/CFO for the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) for fifteen years. Prior to coming to NEA he was Chief of Accounting with the Office of the Secretary, Department of the Treasury.Mr. Marks did his under graduate work at both the Maryland University and the George Washington University, obtaining a degree in Business Administration. He continued his educational pursuits by attending the American University M.P.A. program, as well as, completing a Certificate Program, at the University of Pennsylvania, Wharton School. Mr. Marks has also attended the OPM Executive Institute in Denver, CO and completed the OPM’s Senior Executive Development (SES) training in Oak Ridge, TN. In 1990, 1991 and 1994 he was nominated for the Donald Scantlebury Memorial Award for distinguish leadership in his field. In June 1995 Mr. Marks completed study at The George Washington University’s School of Business and Public Management and has been Board Certified as an expert government financial manager. He was also granted the designation of Certified Government Financial Manager (CGFM).After Mr. Marks and his wife were advised that one of their children had been diagnosed with a mental illness, Mr. Marks decided to keep a journal about his child’s illness. The journal not only covered various events relating to their daughter’s illness, but also tries to explain some of the dynamics that his family had to endure. He kept the journal for six years, and has now taken those events to create this book in order to share his family’s experience with others.
I was on the outside of this tale looking in where real life is concerned. That being said, this book allows you to take up my position as an observer and takes you deep into the world of a troubled child and a loving parents journey to find answers, hope and strength for themselves and their child.
The author provides an understandable chronology of events pertaining to complex family issues associated with a child dealing with mental illness. The author whom is the loving and supportive Dad of his ill daughter, shares an emotional account towards his desperate pursuit for securing proper public support programs, funds and the ideal institutions best equipped to provide safeguard to the child. Families attempting to raise a mentally challenged child recognize the awesome grief, pain, medical expense and inherent helplessness towards a brighter future for which Beyond Tears provides a healthy dosage of relief.
Breezy‘s cancer came back… and we had to shave the back of my head to better monitor and treat it. here is the hair cutting video.
Let’s begin with a bit of my personal cancer history
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anyone else notice the big lump on the left? look just above the leaves over my shoulder. It began as a lump behind my left ear the ulcer on the top of the head has been there off and on since I was about 9 years old… it would heal up and reopen unexpectedly years later.
there is a cure for cancer… how many beautiful women need butchered because doctors wanna run from the cure for the sake of monetary gain… are you curious about the cure?
I have a genetic disorder that gives me an extremely high tolerance, and I ate 4-10 grams a day for about a month and cured my cancer. VERY few individuals can tolerate that much oil that quickly. It is not going to kill you no matter how much you take (given that the tears have been made properly and no solvents remain). Most people just can’t take as much as I did and function on any level. I am a unique case on several levels, so my path and speed down that path need not be yours. You know your own body better than anyone else does (with the exception of your understanding of a creator if you have one.) You should be your own judge of what your body needs.
I am not a doctor or licensed herbalist. I am just a lady who has travelled this path trying to offer information to other people considering walking down this path of their own free will.
I fought with myself for a long time about even going to a doctor. MY FREE WILL said that a doctor visit is only a diagnostic tool…. I knew I would not be allowing any cutting… I would not be allowing any chemo… I seriously doubted I’d even submit to imaging (radiation of its own). Another part of me thought that perhaps I would find some benefit from seeing a western medicine doctor for my cancer… I have had it 3 times before… Still, it was not as if I did not know what I was in for…. I make the cure… I’m was left wondering what to do or to think about it, and it was torture for me and everyone I am connected with…. I made up my own damn mind as always (would you expect anything less?) but, took wise take counsel in many forms before coming to a decision… I hate doctors with a passion, but for the good of my sanity and those around me, I went to the doctor. He said “malignant”, and I went home to eat oil.
I began using the phoenix tears therapy in November 2011 ( 1 drop – 1/4 gram of cannabis oil per day) to aid in the agony that had been diagnosed as “fibromyalgia” (a misdiagnosis, but we will get to that part of the tale later) Even before I went in to see the doctor, I had been stepping up my dosing of phoenix tears from my previous dosing.
my mission for the day? do good and try to heal my own body (we have not gone into a doc, but the phoenix tears is pulling some “very bad things” out of me) We have not decided if a trip to see an oncologist is in order, and even if it is in order, i’m not sure i wanna go see the butchers, submit to the diagnostic torture, and fight with them about my alternative therapy choices… so is my remission at an end or not? does it really matter? the answer is the same… I live in a house that makes the cure…. So I will be doing high dose phoenix tears therapy until all these masses are gone… By the way, I have DVD copies of Run From The Cure available for anyone who needs them… I intend to hand them out free at hospitals and Run for the Cure events……
I fulfilled that mission. I have given out at least 50 free copies of the “Run from the Cure” that I had paid a company to make for me. I still have around 50 to go. Some went to dispensaries (as you would expect), some were handed out in the doctor’s office(s) I visited, others went to health food stores, some went to herbalists and naturopathic healers, some went to people I happened to speak to in the grocery store line, more went in random places where it was up to fate to decide whose hands the video ended up in… like outside of tobacco shops, liquor stores, and gambling dens.
I had to shave the back of my head to make topical application of the cannabis oil thinned slightly with olive oil an easier thing to do. I remembered a haircut that had been popular in my youth, and secure in the knowledge that my treatment would not make my hair fall out, I only shaved the back of my head. If I wore a scarf, no one could tell that the back of my head was so lumpy, uneven and working on using the cancer cure. But it wasn’t just a mass on the back of my head, I also had a mass in my left breast and small masses in various other parts of my body (along the lymphatic system’s pathways). My digestive tract was so messed up that I have lived on a liquid diet almost exclusively from March 2012-the present (although I have recently been able to eat/digest more solid food). There were a ton of other symptoms as well. It was agony. By taking the phoenix tears in very high doses, I was able to eliminate all the masses the doctors had found. They were shocked, amazed, and educated by my “miraculous healing”. They had given me about a month to live, and within that month, I made all the cancer go away using cannabis oil.
On September 24, 2012 at 10:46pm my Facebook status proudly read:
Doc says I am cancer free…. Doc said the remaining portion of the mass on the back of my head is acute muscle tension (thank you fibro). Doc says my doggie gave me a minor head injury while playing with me… doc also says I have Acute Pancreatitis and need to be on bed-rest and clear liquids for a while….. I was afraid of people showing up at the er, so I had to say it was a bud of mine and not me…. They wanted to keep me at the hospital for a few days to control the pain and ensure I was ok, but I just couldn’t handle that and I know I can get a shit-ton of things done on bedrest at home where as I couldn’t get jack and shit done at the hospital…. Thanks for the love and support guys…. I needed it and still do….
The good news is I can eat solid foods again (sometimes) and I am getting a lot more sleep than I have been capable of in years with the addition of the new treatment based on the diagnosis of Familial Mediterranean Fever.
Ever get called by the same telemarketer‘s machine over and over? ever wish you could make them call about something you care about? well watch him take over the telemarketers machine and make it send out messages about the cure for cancer.
Some information on a cheap source of small nug jars to store your medicine. Any dollar store carries small jarcandles that have lids. Some of the candles will only last you an hour of burn time, others will offer you as much as ten hours of candle burn time. Once the use fullness of the candle is at an end, you can extend that “burn time” by cleaning the wax from the jar and using it as a nug jar. Its a good way to recycle the jars and if you save them you always have a cheap jar to send a nug home with a friend. People are always just as happy about the jar as they are about the nug. Some jars are very small indeed and suitable for purse or backpack nugs or to keep small samples of different strains separate.
ref:http://www.petmd.com/cat/wellness/evr_ct_herbs#.UCc5Pp2PVXIIf you’re lucky enough to have a garden, a balcony, or even just a sunny window sill, then you can grow your own herb garden. Herbs grow easily, are delicious, and certain plants are not only adored by your kitty, but can also be very good for her health (not to m
ention yours), and useful for treating certain ailments she might have.Even if you don’t have a green thumb, herbs tend to be easy to grow and are worth the minimal effort. And the bonus is, you can grow some for your own cooking pot, too.CatnipAh, the king of cat herbs. Catnip is beloved by felines the world over, and for good reason, it makes them very happy. It’s sort of like an after work cocktail for cats, relieving them of stress and nervousness. Also, if your cat is always scratching, and seems to have itchy skin, a catnip “tea bath” can soothe kitty’s skin.Cat Thyme
If your cat doesn’t react to catnip, then cat thyme may just be you and your cat’s best friend. That is, if you can withstand its awful odor. Cat thyme has the same soothing effects as catnip, with the attendant feelings of contentment. And everyone loves a content cat. If you do go for cat thyme, however, you may want to pot a few plants, as they are very slow growing.
Valerian
This pungent herb is best known for helping people to relax and get a good night’s sleep. Not so for Mr. Whiskers. Valerian works as a stimulant on cats; good for transforming lazy, fat cats into exercise machines. Pair this with the fact that cats actually like eating the plant and you’ve got the perfect formula for a healthy, furry feline.
Peppermint, Pennyroyal and Rosemary
While not quite the right combination (or the right amount of herbs) for a Simon and Garfunkel song, the oil from these three herbs have soothing properties and act as natural insect repellents. If your cat has fleas or is intensely scratching itself, any one (or a combination of all three) can help boost your flea treatment. The most common application for these herbs is in the form of a bath. (Note: Pennyroyal may be harmful or fatal if swallowed, so do not leave the herb lying around where the cat may get to it.)
Not only does it taste good to your cat, licorice root is good for you, too. As a natural cortisone, licorice root can be used to soothe itchy kitties with allergies, endocrine (the endocrine gland affects metabolism, growth and mood) and digestive issues, as well as respiratory problems like colds, since it soothes mucus membranes. Other benefits of the licorice root include blood cleansing and anti-inflammatory properties, so it can be very useful for cats with arthritis.
Both of these herbs are good for you and your cat. A tincture made out of dandelion root and cat’s claw can help with itching for cats, especially those with allergies, as it contains natural cortisone. If kitty is trying to watch her figure, try making her a salad with dandelion leaves.
No, this isn’t the title of a new James Bond film, but an herb that’s useful for your cat. Goldenseal can be used as a natural disinfectant on wounds, and, in conjunction with saline, may help shrink swollen eyes due to infections and allergies.
Of course, with any treatment, herbal or otherwise, make sure you consult your vet prior to treatment. You can also check in with your local holistic pet store for advice, and read our how-to guide for growing an indoor or outdoor herb garden. Like you, your cat should benefit from these natural wellness boosters, but only under professional supervision. Happy herb growing.
CANNABIS! any grower knows that cats love cannabis…. and grows need to be secured from kitty for that reason…. Be that as it may, it can be fun to watch your cat nibble up a fan leaf (be it moist or dry) and some cats even appreciate a slow blow of smoke into the face or EXTRA gently in the ears. Other cats my just “know” where the smoke in a room tends to hover and may decide that is their favorite perch when mom or dad is medicating. I have used cannabis as an aid (along with lots of love and training) for abused animals who are terrified of humans when they come to live in my forever home. Cats enjoy weed…. and we all know how kitties feel about humans getting in the way of things they enjoy…. Kitty’s unite to legalize Cannabis!
There is a cure for cancer and we are here to help you in your pursuit of life.
What if there is an answer to Cancer?
What if doctors already had the knowledge to cure cancer? What if that answer to cancer was a plant easily grown both indoors and out. These are not hypothetical “what if’s” There is an answer to cancer, that answer is Phoenix Tears.
What Are Phoenix Tears?
Quite simply, Phoenix Tears are a potent, concentrated form of the cannabis plant. This therapy is also known as R.S.O (Rick Simpson Oil), CannabisCure Oil, Run From the Cure Oil, F.E.C.O (Fully Extracted Cannabis Oil), Ronnie Smith Oil, Jamaican Hash Oil (like you used to get “back in the day”) Cannabis extract, or simply hash oil. Whatever you call it, it is strong medicine that cures most cancers and can treat many disorders/diseases in the body.
Have Questions? You are Not Alone…
I hope I can offer you a few answers about Cannabis Cure Oil
I get a lot of questions about Phoenix Tears Therapy from people who know very little about cannabis or the healing process with Phoenix Tears Therapy. Therefore, I have decided to provide some information here on the blog to make it easier for everyone.
If you do not know what phoenix tears are or that they cure cancer, or have never heard that cannabis oil can treat and cure a wide variety of diseases, please take time to acquaint yourself with the following information/videos. I have made every attempt to quote my sources wherever appropriate.
2 ounces of oil, eaten over a 90-day time period is the cure for most cancers. For some patients,it takes less oil/duration of therapy, for others, it takes more. If a patient can tolerate the psychoactive effects of the medication, they should eat as much as they can as quickly as they can.
As the documentary explains, cannabis grew prolifically during ancient times and is thought to be mankind’s firs cultivated plant. Whether it was ground up and used as an ancient ingredient or simply eaten whole, marijuana was thought to be a component of ancient man’s diet, as well as one of his most trusted tools. As recently as the 1940’s,the US government grew marijuana over hundreds of acres and used it to make the ropes on America’s naval warships during World War 2.
In the 1800’s, medical journals published more than one hundred articles touting the benefits and uses of marijuana. The film insists that during the days of house-call-making doctors, marijuana was a part of every physician’s medical bag. One of the most widely prescribed treatments by doctors a century and a half ago, it was used to counter complaints such as labor pains, asthma, rheumatism, nervous disorders, colic in babies and menstrual cramps.
Today, even with the limited testing allowed by the world’s governments, marijuana is inspiring new medical discoveries and unlocking the mysteries of the human body. Some of the quotes put forth in the documentary by experts in the medical marijuana field include, “This group of chemicals has significant anti-tumor properties”, “Cannabis kills cancer cells, in many cases”, “They have anti-tumor effects” and “We know that it kills cancer cells without hurting the non-transformed cells”.
The documentary goes on to remind viewers that marijuana has already been proven to have anti-inflammatory, anti-spasmodic and anti-bacterial properties – some of the most pharmaceutically-prescribed ailments in America today. The plant’s chemical effects have also proved to safely and successfully treat depression, traumatic stress syndrome, chronic pain, glaucoma, migraine headaches, multiple sclerosis, turrets, nausea and more – all without the deadly and dangerous side effects accompanying pharmaceutical drugs.
What if there is an answer to Cancer Video Playlist
At the below link, you will find a youtube playlist of pro-Phoenix Tears therapy/medicinal cannabis videos regarding cancer and other diseases for all them Marijana Men and Reefer Gurls out there as well as for all those poor souls stuck needing Gardening Tips for the Medically Damned because their bodies are falling apart. The Art of Breezy Kiefair includes the healing arts. I have been working on expanding this post to include further details and resources because the initial post was so well received. I thank you for your kind shares and likes on this post. It is my sincerest hope that this does answer some questions for people. If you have a video suggestion to add to the list, please let me know (the list is in no way complete, I am just running out of strength for the day). If you have a question that I missed, please ask it on the post so that all may benefit from whatever answer I may be able to dig up. Thanks again all my friends, fans and fiends. Virtual tokes to those who need them, and as always, have a blessed day. (added 11/1/2012)
Most of the evidence available about this amazing treatment is anecdotal, however the visual images of the healing are stunning and hard to ignore, even when it is the lowly lab mouse showing us what it can do.
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Have Questions? You are Not Alone…
I hope I can offer you a few answers about Cannabis Cure Oil
I get a lot of questions about Phoenix Tears Therapy from people who know very little about cannabis or the healing process with Phoenix Tears Therapy. Therefore, I have decided to provide some information here on the blog to make it easier for everyone.
If you do not know what phoenix tears are or that they cure cancer, or have never heard that cannabis oil can treat and cure a wide variety of diseases, please take time to acquaint yourself with the following information/videos. I have made every attempt to quote my sources wherever appropriate.
2 ounces of oil, eaten over a 90-day time period is the cure for most cancers. For some patients,it takes less oil/duration of therapy, for others, it takes more. If a patient can tolerate the psychoactive effects of the medication, they should as much as they can as quickly as they can.
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