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House of Mirrors

From the El Paso County Jail. There may be glitches while i learn WordPress. http://hipgnosis21.blogspot.com/2014/07/of-mirrors-june-2014-el-paso-county.html

WEDNESDAY, JULY 23, 2014

House of Mirrors

House of Mirrors

26 June 2014

El Paso County Jail

Don’t freak out now, anyone. I’m still out of jail, pending appeal, as of today, 23 July 2014.

Sorry, no footnotes in the blogger. You can get them here
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1umk-RPyxoiQTPSS84Cp4sR80UAXFzsVRpuiRBVzrdNA/edit?usp=sharing

Pogo couldn’t have known the heft and resonance of his words: “We have met the enemy, and he is us.”

I wrote a screed a while back, (Today’s Tom Sawyer), excoriating shitty Christian behavior. There’s still plenty to say about all that, and maybe some of it will come out here, but it’s not the point of this one. During that earlier rant, i promised to harp, eventually, about bad behavior on the part of pagans, dope fiends, felons, bikers, disgruntled employees, GIs, vets, and some of my other natural affinity groups as well.

That isn’t it either. Or maybe it is. But not really. Not quite. I promised to write about the Fear, too, and nor is it that, though the Fear runs through it all. This is about a war.

Many members of of various of the groups on that funny little list i jotted just now recognize and will now openly state that there’s a war looming. They’re wrong about that much anyhow–the looming is all done and the fight is on. Right now. It’s been on for decades, (or maybe forever). I’m here “jotting” because that’s what one does in the county jail, where i am a political prisoner–a POW, really, though i prefer to think of myself as a prisoner of conscience–but maybe it’s a digression to say so. Or maybe not. Let’s explore this amalgam of notions a bit, and see if we can find out.

Here at the county jail one finds a  peculiarly refined microcosm of the way the dynamics of the variously conflicting groups involved in this bizarre  war interact, cleared of much of the dross of false civility that ordinarily circumvents the fight out on the sidewalk, at least here in the U.S.A.

I know Europeans here that want to skedaddle from this place and others afraid to come here because many of them can see the shitstorm brewing and it scares them. They often seem to see it more clearly than we Americans are able to do at least in part because our access to real news is barely over nil, of maybe because as outside observers they aren’t saddled with the cognitive dissonance we sorry brainwashed frogs that live in this hot-ass boiling lake must so often suffer. I don’t know. I hope they realize this pond holds us all.

Oddly enough, while the interactions at the county jail display some of the finer points of conflict in out absurdly labeled free society, they also show some reasons for hope. There are still lights burning.

“Fuck the Police!”

I don’t know how many times i’ve heard that phrase from some of my dearest friends. I’ve uttered them myself. Often. Sometimes at the top of my lungs. Sometimes it was far more personal: “Fuck you! That’s right, you, personally, whomever you may be in your opposition to me, my pursuits, my people. Maybe i should refer to the less common; “Fuck the Pigs,’ because the police are only a fractional representation of one segment, one camp of that particular overarching social entity the hippies were talking about when they began to disparage swine so badly as to label their opposition thusly in this odd existential war from whence the flesh and blood scrap derives.

“Battle lines are being drawn,” went the line from the Buffalo Springfield some fifty-ish years back. They’re pretty well drawn, now, though they resemble lines a three-year-old might scribble. The shit’s on. People are fighting. The skirmishes often feel like some kind of kids’ game though too, involving blindfolds and billyclubs. Maybe i can’t deny swinging a stick around myself, sometimes. Maybe that’swhat this is–a chance for me to look in the mirror a little, Maybe it’s because it’s hard to sit the game out when i keep getting hit in the head. Whatever. Let’s keep on through the maze and just hope we don’t smash too many mirrors.

During the Occupation we intrepids staged a few years back, (and some of us still engage–viva la revolución and all), my son and i traveled to Denver for the final push when the cops razed the encampment there. The scene that October of 2011 there in Denver was some shit this country hadn’t seen in over forty years maybe, where armored brigades of soldiers–not cops at all but stormtroopers–rolled on a huge, disparate group of unarmed citizens. It was tragic. And beautiful. Versions of the same scene played out all around the world that fall.

There at Civic Center Park, across the avenue from the State Capitol building, the Boy and i stood in the thick of it as those battle lines sharpened, and then blew apart as the whole outhouse hit the fan.

Some thousands of us had marched boisterously through Denver’s business district, pausing for a special visit at the Federal Reserve. After completing a wide loop around downtown we mounted the Capitol steps for whatever confrontation the Denver planners had planned. They, (to claim a thing–we), had been warned explicitly beforehand to stay off that particular edifice, so the moment we took the steps and began railing through one of our ubiquitous bullhorns, the shock teams appeared, as if the bearded-Spock Enterprise had beamed them to the scene.

Honestly, i was pretty fucking nervous at that point. It’s not as though i’d never been beaten up by the cops before, but that stuff is kind of a young man’s sport, and i was never really all that much a fan anyhow. Besides, those had always been cops, not armored sci-fi gladiators. But the main thing was the Boy. He was fifteen then and down for plenty, but he looked pretty worried too, and, (the mainthing, actually), i knew i’d never live through my next conversation with his mother if i allowed him to be beaten and busted by the police. I suggested we pull back to the park and we did, but i felt pretty spineless for having done it, really.

The Boy and i had a quick consult: “You see what this is going to be, right?” “Yeah.” “Are you down, or not?” Nervous but firm, “Yeah.” “Fuck it then…God damn it; your mom is gonna kill me. Let’s get some lunch.”

The park itself  was packed with crowds of Occupiers, some having returned with us from the march and probably harboring thoughts similar to mine. The encampment had been there for a good while by then, and the Black Flag Anarchists’ Free Kitchen was in full flight. It had already been dismantled more than once as a special preparatory project for the cops–kind of a warm-up. Knowing well what was coming, the no-nonsense scrappy men’n’women in black behind the table were all assholes with elbows, flying around in a frenzy with grim serious joy in their eyes as they did their level best to sling as much great tasting free food as possible before the inevitable hammer fell. Those guys were freaking awesome sauce with motherfuckin’ cherries on top!

Rather than spark an actual and possibly justifiable war on the Capitol steps, even the most radical and adrenaline-blinded of the group holding that position chose to retreat and quickly joined us at the park. The scene was oddly festive, with tents and art projects and folks dressed for carnival. The mid-autumn day was one of those beautiful Colorado Indian summer affairs with pristine blue skies through which flitted happy and blissfully oblivious birdies merrily on the lookout for delectable kitchen scraps. But wait! What the hey!!? The second the steps were abandoned and that contingent joined those meeker souls at the park, the rest of the cops in the danged known universe materialized in a huff and began setting up for some sort of paramilitary invasion. No shit–we all saw pretty quickly what the Denver PD had in mind for all those fun military vehicles and equipment they’d been collecting.

The scene changed dramatically there on the sidewalk where the Anarchists’ Kitchen was set up. There was plenty of action before then, but the top-gun radicals had been at the Capitol along with most of the cops. Now a phalanx quickly formed four deep with armored, shielded, armed, dangerous, implacable, and apparently stoically unflappable police stretching all around, up and down–all over the fucking place. Where the Boy and i stood a few sidewalk squares south of the Kitchen the scene was still like a carnival spreading away and outward into the park in every direction save the east, buy more like something Ray Bradbury or John Clifford might have dreamt up. Moving east to west one would have passed through four rows of cops in a formation that i’d only seen before in movies about Fascist  takeovers where American patriots saved the day by vanquishing some identically clad and positioned foe as we occupiers faced that day, armored only with our damn-the-torpedoes ethical certitude. Stepping by the entrenched police if one were to dare it, one would have passed a modest tree lawn, an ordinary sidewalk crowded with dark festival-goers, and could then step up to the folding table that served as the Anarchists’ ordering counter and serving table set up facing east from the immediate western line of the sidewalk across from the antiMayberry lines facing the stubbornly unaltered scene in the Kitchen.

The cops just stood there for what seems to memory like hours, but it couldn’t have been all afternoon or anything. Maybe so. The Boy and i milled around a bit getting a look at the overall scene and scoping out the various sections of the park. Behind the Kitchen to the west were the bulk of the tents, say a hundred or more, though others were scattered about. Further  west a concrete round with maybe a fountain or something hosted a bunch of info tables, some artsy hippies working on various projects, a triage setup, some chanting Hare Krishnas. More cops surrounded the camp, even more moved to close off the farthest reaches of the west side, We all saw we were utterly circumscribed and our physical position was hopeless. There was plenty of Hope, mind you, but all of it founded on our spiritual position, see.

As we awaited  what everyone knew to be inexorable, not so many of us remained quiet, (by “us” i mean Occupiers here; the most visible government employees were silent). I did mostly, and so did the Boy, he for his reasons and i for mine. The whole scene produced its own racket, but the most noticeable volume arose from the collection of spirit-moved Occupiers working the lines of eerily insensate gendarmes. Each was moved by his or her own personal spirit, few of which were very friendly toward the collective juggernaut we faced. More than one strode frenetically up and down whichever line was convenient  hurling f-bombs and spittle with as much force as he could muster. You know: “Fuck the Police!!!” and,“Fuck Yoooou!!!” from distances as close as the collected officers’ gear would allow. The pointillistic rows of cops, each in his own world, stared into space, eyes forward and directed at some Unknown, refusing eye contact. Only God and each man in his solitude knew what blackness filled his vision, (and possibly anyone operating one of those guv’mint mind-reading gizmos, if you’re into that sort of thinking).

Sensibly, few of the “non-violent” protesters were mad–that is crazy–enough to attempt to get physical. Those that did were promptly stomped, smashed and removed from the game. Otherwise with many pushing the envelope right to its most extreme limit, the arms-down-and-rigid-face forward-inches-from-any-nearest-random-cop’s-shielded-face stance of extreme and barely checked agitation rapidly became familiar. I for one was amazed at the extraordinary and rather creepy restraint the beleaguered police were displaying, though few shield-screened eyes could keep from betraying internal turmoil. Virtually none of the cops would assent to eye contact.

As this scene played itself out, a few Occupiers attempted to convince their fellows to mellow. In the midst of the very front and most electrical line of all this, there in front of the aforementioned Kitchen, one lone Occupier was working the line of gear-laden men, moved by a different spirit indeed. He was preaching it, baby. Pleading. Begging. Beseeching. As near to tears as i am now as this scene spills its way from my fingertips, fluid in his expressive motion to and fro as any practiced Sunday morning crowd-pleaser can i get a amen. “Don’t you see it? You are us! We are you! Please, stop this! We are one–we must stop fighting!” And in some brilliant, divinely inspired voice, “Lay down your shields! Join us! Put down your clubs and have some lunch!”

And then …right there in front of the Boy and me…with the scene in the actual Kitchen production area behind the table unchanged from before the lines formed…one of them did exactly that.

There was actually a fat queue at the Kitchen counter that parted like the Red Sea, astonished, for this newborn brother of ours to step up and claim his serving. He ate his food in silence and retook his spot in that other line which remained unaltered as his fellows stood unmoved, apparently in both senses. The Boy and i collected our portion of genuinely bomb-ass risotto and began to  eat with more on our minds than i can possibly describe. Before we were half through our plates the order came and we found ourselves dining amidst a police riot, our rice flavored by tear gas. (I got off the hook before, when the story remained vague. I suppose his mom is going to kill me now, after all).

The rest of the action went down as one would expect, with ample blood, outrage, and pepper-bullet injury and indignity and tears and drama. It was all on the news, with much expansion available on YouTube. You can look it up. None of that is the point.

I heard that one cop was fired perfunctorily that night.

We were there. Right fucking there. It really happened. It was so surreal i almost have to ask the Boy if it actually wasn’t some kind of dream.

Those two guys, though. That cop! When we all do what he did, just maybe then the war will be over. He looked up  and noticed he was looking in the fucking mirror.

The thing about all this is that the crowd of Occupiers was a full-on quorum of average joes with representation across several spectra. There were Christians, pagans, dope fiends, felons, bikers, disgruntled employees, GIs, vets, blue-collar Barney Rubbles, Republicans, Democrats, hippies, neo-hippies, and chanting, jangling Hare Krishnas, The cops were disguised as an invading foreign force but we all know they were really just a bunch of Christians, pagans, dope fiends, felons, bikers, disgruntled employees, GIs, vets, blue-collar Barney Rubbles, Republicans, and Democrats. The only groups lacking representation really were the hippies and the chanting, jangling Hare Krishnas that stayed with the rest of us till late into the night serving free food as a replacement for the Anarchists who had been quite the hell shut down. Oh yeah–there likely weren’t too many Anarchists on the cops’ side of the lines. I’m pretty sure  those differences are significant. Maybe the cops would be better if they got some of those groups they were missing. The janglier the better.

Back here at the county jail where i’m still Occupying, there’s lots of conflict, though not nearly so boiling hot. The old standby, “Fuck the Police,” is scrawled or carved around and about and plenty of folks on either side of whatever line each has drawn are fully prepared to swing  clubs at one another. Many of the sheriff’s deputies and sad, paycheck-to paycheck “detention specialists” are happy to evoke a very dark spirit indeed in their efforts to control us inmates who represent Other to them. I have been struck by the observation that these obnoxious fucks are the respected  representatives of a society that so many of our deluded citizenry expect us of the criminal class to emulate.

Ha! I may be an asshole myself, but no thanks: I have no interest in joining your obnoxious and shitty club.

Meanwhile, virtually all of us prisoners, including myself sometimes, react…”Grumble grumble fuck the police why i oughtta etc. etc. ad nauseum” Various of us slink around and steal or fight among ourselves or in general practice a sort of blindfolded subservience to Self. (Marco! Polo!…Ouch! Motherfucker!!!). We’re fucking obnoxious. We want the cops and the guards and judges and bankers and presidents to act differently but…why would they want to join our obnoxious and shitty club? When they do we wind up with a spectacular clusterfuck like the found at the Denver county jail last month, where a dep was helping a banger sling dope and administer beat-downs. Happens all the time. In every kaleidoscopic variation you can imagine.

Pogo couldn’t have known the heft and resonance of his words: “ We have met the enemy, and he is us.”

I wrote a screed a while back, (Today’s Tom Sawyer), excoriating shitty Christian behavior. There’s still plenty to say about all that, and maybe some of it will come out here, but it’s not the point of this one. During that earlier rant, i promised to harp, eventually, about bad behavior on the part of pagans, dope fiends, felons, bikers, disgruntled employees, GIs, vets, and some of my other natural affinity groups as well.

That isn’t it either. Or maybe it is. But not really. Not quite. I promised to write about the Fear, too, and nor is it that, though the Fear runs through it all. This is about a war.

Many members of of various of the groups on that funny little list i jotted just now recognize and will now openly state that there’s a war looming. They’re wrong about that much anyhow–the looming is all done and the fight is on. Right now. It’s been on for decades, (or maybe forever). I’m here “jotting” because that’s what one does in the county jail, where i am a political prisoner–a POW, really, though i prefer to think of myself as a prisoner of conscience–but maybe it’s a digression to say so. Or maybe not. Let’s explore this amalgam of notions a bit, and see if we can find out.

Here at the county jail one finds a  peculiarly refined microcosm of the way the dynamics of the variously conflicting groups involved in this bizarre  war interact, cleared of much of the dross of false civility that ordinarily circumvents the fight out on the sidewalk, at least here in the U.S.A.

I know Europeans here that want to skedaddle from this place and others afraid to come here because many of them can see the shitstorm brewing and it scares them. They often seem to see it more clearly than we Americans are able to do at least in part because our access to real news is barely over nil, of maybe because as outside observers they aren’t saddled with the cognitive dissonance we sorry brainwashed frogs that live in this hot-ass boiling lake must so often suffer. I don’t know. I hope they realize this pond holds us all.

Oddly enough, while the interactions at the county jail display some of the finer points of conflict in out absurdly labeled free society, they also show some reasons for hope. There are still lights burning.

“Fuck the Police!”

I don’t know how many times i’ve heard that phrase from some of my dearest friends. I’ve uttered them myself. Often. Sometimes at the top of my lungs. Sometimes it was far more personal: “Fuck you! That’s right, you, personally, whomever you may be in your opposition to me, my pursuits, my people. Maybe i should refer to the less common; “Fuck the Pigs,’ because the police are only a fractional representation of one segment, one camp of that particular overarching social entity the hippies were talking about when they began to disparage swine so badly as to label their opposition thusly in this odd existential war from whence the flesh and blood scrap derives.

“Battle lines are being drawn,” went the line from the Buffalo Springfield some fifty-ish years back. They’re pretty well drawn, now, though they resemble lines a three-year-old might scribble. The shit’s on. People are fighting. The skirmishes often feel like some kind of kids’ game though too, involving blindfolds and billyclubs. Maybe i can’t deny swinging a stick around myself, sometimes. Maybe that’swhat this is–a chance for me to look in the mirror a little, Maybe it’s because it’s hard to sit the game out when i keep getting hit in the head. Whatever. Let’s keep on through the maze and just hope we don’t smash too many mirrors.

During the Occupation we intrepids staged a few years back, (and some of us still engage–viva la revolución and all), my son and i traveled to Denver for the final push when the cops razed the encampment there. The scene that October of 2011 there in Denver was some shit this country hadn’t seen in over forty years maybe, where armored brigades of soldiers–not cops at all but stormtroopers–rolled on a huge, disparate group of unarmed citizens. It was tragic. And beautiful. Versions of the same scene played out all around the world that fall.

There at Civic Center Park, across the avenue from the State Capitol building, the Boy and i stood in the thick of it as those battle lines sharpened, and then blew apart as the whole outhouse hit the fan.

Some thousands of us had marched boisterously through Denver’s business district, pausing for a special visit at the Federal Reserve. After completing a wide loop around downtown we mounted the Capitol steps for whatever confrontation the Denver planners had planned. They, (to claim a thing–we), had been warned explicitly beforehand to stay off that particular edifice, so the moment we took the steps and began railing through one of our ubiquitous bullhorns, the shock teams appeared, as if the bearded-Spock Enterprise had beamed them to the scene.

Honestly, i was pretty fucking nervous at that point. It’s not as though i’d never been beaten up by the cops before, but that stuff is kind of a young man’s sport, and i was never really all that much a fan anyhow. Besides, those had always been cops, not armored sci-fi gladiators. But the main thing was the Boy. He was fifteen then and down for plenty, but he looked pretty worried too, and, (the mainthing, actually), i knew i’d never live through my next conversation with his mother if i allowed him to be beaten and busted by the police. I suggested we pull back to the park and we did, but i felt pretty spineless for having done it, really.

The Boy and i had a quick consult: “You see what this is going to be, right?” “Yeah.” “Are you down, or not?” Nervous but firm, “Yeah.” “Fuck it then…God damn it; your mom is gonna kill me. Let’s get some lunch.”

The park itself  was packed with crowds of Occupiers, some having returned with us from the march and probably harboring thoughts similar to mine. The encampment had been there for a good while by then, and the Black Flag Anarchists’ Free Kitchen was in full flight. It had already been dismantled more than once as a special preparatory project for the cops–kind of a warm-up. Knowing well what was coming, the no-nonsense scrappy men’n’women in black behind the table were all assholes with elbows, flying around in a frenzy with grim serious joy in their eyes as they did their level best to sling as much great tasting free food as possible before the inevitable hammer fell. Those guys were freaking awesome sauce with motherfuckin’ cherries on top!

Rather than spark an actual and possibly justifiable war on the Capitol steps, even the most radical and adrenaline-blinded of the group holding that position chose to retreat and quickly joined us at the park. The scene was oddly festive, with tents and art projects and folks dressed for carnival. The mid-autumn day was one of those beautiful Colorado Indian summer affairs with pristine blue skies through which flitted happy and blissfully oblivious birdies merrily on the lookout for delectable kitchen scraps. But wait! What the hey!!? The second the steps were abandoned and that contingent joined those meeker souls at the park, the rest of the cops in the danged known universe materialized in a huff and began setting up for some sort of paramilitary invasion. No shit–we all saw pretty quickly what the Denver PD had in mind for all those fun military vehicles and equipment they’d been collecting.

The scene changed dramatically there on the sidewalk where the Anarchists’ Kitchen was set up. There was plenty of action before then, but the top-gun radicals had been at the Capitol along with most of the cops. Now a phalanx quickly formed four deep with armored, shielded, armed, dangerous, implacable, and apparently stoically unflappable police stretching all around, up and down–all over the fucking place. Where the Boy and i stood a few sidewalk squares south of the Kitchen the scene was still like a carnival spreading away and outward into the park in every direction save the east, buy more like something Ray Bradbury or John Clifford might have dreamt up. Moving east to west one would have passed through four rows of cops in a formation that i’d only seen before in movies about Fascist  takeovers where American patriots saved the day by vanquishing some identically clad and positioned foe as we occupiers faced that day, armored only with our damn-the-torpedoes ethical certitude. Stepping by the entrenched police if one were to dare it, one would have passed a modest tree lawn, an ordinary sidewalk crowded with dark festival-goers, and could then step up to the folding table that served as the Anarchists’ ordering counter and serving table set up facing east from the immediate western line of the sidewalk across from the antiMayberry lines facing the stubbornly unaltered scene in the Kitchen.

The cops just stood there for what seems to memory like hours, but it couldn’t have been all afternoon or anything. Maybe so. The Boy and i milled around a bit getting a look at the overall scene and scoping out the various sections of the park. Behind the Kitchen to the west were the bulk of the tents, say a hundred or more, though others were scattered about. Further  west a concrete round with maybe a fountain or something hosted a bunch of info tables, some artsy hippies working on various projects, a triage setup, some chanting Hare Krishnas. More cops surrounded the camp, even more moved to close off the farthest reaches of the west side, We all saw we were utterly circumscribed and our physical position was hopeless. There was plenty of Hope, mind you, but all of it founded on our spiritual position, see.

As we awaited  what everyone knew to be inexorable, not so many of us remained quiet, (by “us” i mean Occupiers here; the most visible government employees were silent). I did mostly, and so did the Boy, he for his reasons and i for mine. The whole scene produced its own racket, but the most noticeable volume arose from the collection of spirit-moved Occupiers working the lines of eerily insensate gendarmes. Each was moved by his or her own personal spirit, few of which were very friendly toward the collective juggernaut we faced. More than one strode frenetically up and down whichever line was convenient  hurling f-bombs and spittle with as much force as he could muster. You know: “Fuck the Police!!!” and,“Fuck Yoooou!!!” from distances as close as the collected officers’ gear would allow. The pointillistic rows of cops, each in his own world, stared into space, eyes forward and directed at some Unknown, refusing eye contact. Only God and each man in his solitude knew what blackness filled his vision, (and possibly anyone operating one of those guv’mint mind-reading gizmos, if you’re into that sort of thinking).

Sensibly, few of the “non-violent” protesters were mad–that is crazy–enough to attempt to get physical. Those that did were promptly stomped, smashed and removed from the game. Otherwise with many pushing the envelope right to its most extreme limit, the arms-down-and-rigid-face forward-inches-from-any-nearest-random-cop’s-shielded-face stance of extreme and barely checked agitation rapidly became familiar. I for one was amazed at the extraordinary and rather creepy restraint the beleaguered police were displaying, though few shield-screened eyes could keep from betraying internal turmoil. Virtually none of the cops would assent to eye contact.

As this scene played itself out, a few Occupiers attempted to convince their fellows to mellow. In the midst of the very front and most electrical line of all this, there in front of the aforementioned Kitchen, one lone Occupier was working the line of gear-laden men, moved by a different spirit indeed. He was preaching it, baby. Pleading. Begging. Beseeching. As near to tears as i am now as this scene spills its way from my fingertips, fluid in his expressive motion to and fro as any practiced Sunday morning crowd-pleaser can i get a amen. “Don’t you see it? You are us! We are you! Please, stop this! We are one–we must stop fighting!” And in some brilliant, divinely inspired voice, “Lay down your shields! Join us! Put down your clubs and have some lunch!”

And then …right there in front of the Boy and me…with the scene in the actual Kitchen production area behind the table unchanged from before the lines formed…one of them did exactly that.

There was actually a fat queue at the Kitchen counter that parted like the Red Sea, astonished, for this newborn brother of ours to step up and claim his serving. He ate his food in silence and retook his spot in that other line which remained unaltered as his fellows stood unmoved, apparently in both senses. The Boy and i collected our portion of genuinely bomb-ass risotto and began to  eat with more on our minds than i can possibly describe. Before we were half through our plates the order came and we found ourselves dining amidst a police riot, our rice flavored by tear gas. (I got off the hook before, when the story remained vague. I suppose his mom is going to kill me now, after all).

The rest of the action went down as one would expect, with ample blood, outrage, and pepper-bullet injury and indignity and tears and drama. It was all on the news, with much expansion available on YouTube. You can look it up. None of that is the point.

I heard that one cop was fired perfunctorily that night.

We were there. Right fucking there. It really happened. It was so surreal i almost have to ask the Boy if it actually wasn’t some kind of dream.

Those two guys, though. That cop! When we all do what he did, just maybe then the war will be over. He looked up  and noticed he was looking in the fucking mirror.

The thing about all this is that the crowd of Occupiers was a full-on quorum of average joes with representation across several spectra. There were Christians, pagans, dope fiends, felons, bikers, disgruntled employees, GIs, vets, blue-collar Barney Rubbles, Republicans, Democrats, hippies, neo-hippies, and chanting, jangling Hare Krishnas, The cops were disguised as an invading foreign force but we all know they were really just a bunch of Christians, pagans, dope fiends, felons, bikers, disgruntled employees, GIs, vets, blue-collar Barney Rubbles, Republicans, and Democrats. The only groups lacking representation really were the hippies and the chanting, jangling Hare Krishnas that stayed with the rest of us till late into the night serving free food as a replacement for the Anarchists who had been quite the hell shut down. Oh yeah–there likely weren’t too many Anarchists on the cops’ side of the lines. I’m pretty sure  those differences are significant. Maybe the cops would be better if they got some of those groups they were missing. The janglier the better.

Back here at the county jail where i’m still Occupying, there’s lots of conflict, though not nearly so boiling hot. The old standby, “Fuck the Police,” is scrawled or carved around and about and plenty of folks on either side of whatever line each has drawn are fully prepared to swing  clubs at one another. Many of the sheriff’s deputies and sad, paycheck-to paycheck “detention specialists” are happy to evoke a very dark spirit indeed in their efforts to control us inmates who represent Other to them. I have been struck by the observation that these obnoxious fucks are the respected  representatives of a society that so many of our deluded citizenry expect us of the criminal class to emulate.

Ha! I may be an asshole myself, but no thanks: I have no interest in joining your obnoxious and shitty club.

Meanwhile, virtually all of us prisoners, including myself sometimes, react…”Grumble grumble fuck the police why i oughtta etc. etc. ad nauseum” Various of us slink around and steal or fight among ourselves or in general practice a sort of blindfolded subservience to Self. (Marco! Polo!…Ouch! Motherfucker!!!). We’re fucking obnoxious. We want the cops and the guards and judges and bankers and presidents to act differently but…why would they want to join our obnoxious and shitty club? When they do we wind up with a spectacular clusterfuck like the found at the Denver county jail last month, where a dep was helping a banger sling dope and administer beat-downs. Happens all the time. In every kaleidoscopic variation you can imagine.

Sorry, reader; a glitch is preventing the end of this from displaying just now. I’ll fix it, but meanwhile, this link is better for the footnotes anyway. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1umk-RPyxoiQTPSS84Cp4sR80UAXFzsVRpuiRBVzrdNA/edit?usp=sharing

Although those of you that have read or will now read the other stuff here on hipgnosis will easily recognize the common ground that one may imagine stands to be found on the lawns inside the moats of our adjacent castles in a neighborhood full of loons, all built on air, i am deeply indebted to Ian Caldwell and Dustin Thomason for some of the truly fine and beautiful language i snatched more or less wholesale to help me build the last four paragraphs here. Even though their book,The Rule of Four is a best-seller of a popular genre, i highly recommend it as the best book i’ve read produced during the twenty-first century. I wish i had written it myself, (while noting the title of this piece). Everyone should read this book.

POSTED BY STEVE BASS AT 9:45 PM

Homeless Colorado Springs man emboldened by Occupy effort appeals jail time

from the Colorado Springs Gazette

http://gazette.com/article/1534440

By Jakob Rodgers Updated: July 28, 2014 at 2:07 pm

Nearly three years ago, Steven Bass’ tent led to a police ticket – a ticket that led to a trial, an appeal denied and 160-day sentence in El Paso County jail.

Bass, the first person cited under Colorado Springs’ camping ban, remains mired in a legal battle backed by a University of Denver assistant professor working for free.

He represents a small segment of the homeless issue – a man on a personal crusade against the camping ban emboldened by the Occupy Colorado Springs movement. His case is not emblematic of others who have been cited for camping on public property; rather, it is more of an outlier.

While people ticketed for camping typically include the chronically homeless – people whose only home is a tent, and who often rebuff police officers’ offers of secure housing – Bass wants to make a point.

Right now, he is free while appealing the jail time. Bass lives with a fellow veteran of the Occupy movement and blogs occasionally on what he sees as injustices in the world.

“I contend now that this thing has burgeoned well beyond the camping ban itself, and has now become a giant discussion of principle, and just what the hell we’re doing here in the United States of America, and the whole world,” Bass said.

Police issued the ticket in October 2011 when he pitched a tent on a sidewalk in Acacia Park, despite warnings from police that doing so would lead to a citation.

For Bass, the ticket and the Occupy gathering proved an opportune time for a stand against the city’s camping ban – an ordinance passed by the City Council in 2010 that outlawed camping on public land. He said he has volunteered at soup kitchens and for other homeless services for about 30 years, and he lives homeless – usually by couch surfing.

“Just because they don’t have any money, poof, they are made criminals,” Bass said of people affected by the ban.

Eleven tickets have been issued under the ban through June 5, with the majority coming in 2014, according to the Colorado Springs Police Department.

The ban came as camps swelled along Monument and Fountain creeks amid the Great Recession in 2009 and early 2010. So many people lived there that bystanders dropped off donated food and clothing along the creek beds – philanthropy that proved overwhelming to the point of concern, some homeless advocates say. Sanitation issues also arose.

City Council member Jan Martin said she voted for the ordinance for the safety of people using creekside trails, along with concerns about the image that such tent cities would create for the city, she said Friday. Proponents of the ban said it is a tool to get people into more stable housing.

“In my opinion, it’s not a matter of out of sight, out of mind,” Martin said. “It’s just trying to find resources that can help people get back on their feet.”

Because of Bass’ indigent status, a judge decided against a fine in favor of a 60-hour community service sentence for the citation.

Bass said he almost did it – he planned on helping Pikes Peak Habitat for Humanity – until a DU professor offered to help. With the pro bono advice of Christopher Lasch, who teaches at the university’s Criminal Defense Clinic, Bass appealed the case.

A district court judge upheld the municipal court’s decision – a blow to the notion that the ban is unjust.

A subsequent appeal to the Colorado Supreme Court was denied in March, said Rob McCallum, spokesman for the Colorado Judicial Branch.

Through it all, Bass contemplated his 60-hour of community service sentence. And in an April hearing before Municipal Judge Spottswood W. H. Williams, Bass said he will never complete the requirement.

Identifying himself as an Occupier, Bass wrote to Williams that the camping ordinance is “effectively status-based incarceration,” because forcing people into shelters could be another form of incarceration. He also said he already does community service but railed against the court forcing him to do so.

“Therefore, i (sic) am here in front of you forcing your hand,” he wrote. “You must now either acknowledge the ethical poverty of the ordinance, or prove my point.”

In June, Williams answered Bass’ statement with a 160-day jail sentence for contempt of court.

Bass is appealing that sentence with Lasch’s help after having served more than a month in El Paso County jail.

Lasch said the jail sentence was excessive because jail time for failing to pay a fine is usually half of what Bass has served.

Even if he serves all 160 days, Bass has no plans of completing the 60-hour community service order – a requirement that remains.

Lasch wants all of it thrown out.

“The fact that the government would go to such lengths to punish this activity certainly supports Steve’s position that this (ban) effectively punishes being homeless,” Lasch said.

“In this case, it certainly punished him for speaking out against the ban.”

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Read more at http://gazette.com/homeless-colorado-springs-man-emboldened-by-occupy-effort-appeals-jail-time/article/1534440#TIqUcdEm4KE8udlJ.99

Tokin Female: Pot Pioneer, Toni Fox with Pebbles Trippet (SKUNK MAGAZINE VOLUME 9 ISSUE 8 June/July 1014)

Tokin Female: Pot Pioneer, Toni Fox with Pebbles Trippet (SKUNK MAG VOLUME 9 ISSUE 8 June/July 1014)

 

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Words By: Pebbles Trippett

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That’s just off of I-70 on Brighton Blvd. We are on the southside of the Coliseum.

Our telephone number is (303) 297-1657 Email Toni@3dmmc.com

~~~~~BREEZY SAYS~~~~~
My special thanks to Toni Fox and Pebbles Trippet for their assistance in getting me the raw materials I needed… I was willing to pay, but when pebbles calls in a favor, she REALLY calls in a favor. Toni wouldn’t hear of me paying one red cent for the trim from her PERSONAL GROW. I should be able to begin appropriate dosing for my cancerSEE PHOTOS FROM THIS COOK:
https://plus.google.com/photos/108039434993096331483/albums/6018174616063918961entire recipe to make Rick Simpson – Phoenix Tears aka Cannabis Cure oilhttp://kiefair.com/2014/03/10/how-to-make-cannabis-cure-oil-without-alerting-the-neighbors/come see the video of what I did with the gift!http://youtu.be/5k4zQdCjXuU

— with Please Bogart My Art, Pebbles Trippet, Reefer Gurl and Toni Fox at 3D Cannabis Center.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5k4zQdCjXuU

Related Articles:

RIP MAYA ANGELOU Honoring her Cannabis Connections (check out some art included in next month’s skunk magazine issue!)

Setting up the Lamay Cannabis History Museum (a look back and forward in cannabis and its laws. check the bottom of the article to see how you can help make laws better!)

Broken Back Blues (a tale of hope)

How to make Cannabis Cure oil without alerting the neighbors (DO IT YOURSELF GUIDE!)

More Articles on Toni Fox and 3 D Dispensary coming soon!

I have not done a dispensary review in nearly a year, and I have never reviewed a recreational dispensary before. Now, I could have called ahead and had them prepare me a hand picked review sample, but to me, that’s just not a fair way to review. I’d rather walk in unannounced on a holiday weekend. If there are any problems with herb or with staff, they will be apparent under the higher stresss and potentially higher customer volume of the weekend. The point being, I want to make sure I’m pretty much treated exactly like everyone else. I also like to review when I know the boss is likely away doing other things as this can also be a factor in bud and budtend quality. I must say I was impressed with the professionalism of the staff at 3D Cannabis Center . I’ve been happy with the buds thus far too. be sure to pick up a copy of SKUNK Magazine to read Pebbles Trippet“s awesome interview with Toni Fox

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RIP Maya Angelou honoring her cannabis connections

SATURDAY, JANUARY 11, 2014

My, Oh Maya

Revered author Maya Angelou, who was the first poet since Robert Frost to read a poem at a Presidential inauguration, writes about her experiences with marijuana in Gather Together, the second installment of her autobiography after the acclaimedI Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.  Angelou, who started life as Rita Johnson from Stamps, Arkansas, was raped at the age of 7, and had an illegitimate child in her teens. Working as a waitress to support her son in San Diego, 18-year-old Rita met two lesbian prostitutes who frequented the bar where she worked. One night, the women invited her to their house for dinner. Angelou recounts: “Let’s have a little grifa before dinner.” Johnnie Mae gave an order, not an invitation. She turned to me.  “You like grifa?” “Yes. I smoke.” The truth was I had smoked cigarettes for over a year, but never marijuana….I was prepared to refuse anything else they offered me, so I didn’t feel I could very well refuse the pot…. I inhaled the smoke as casually as if the small brown cigarette I held were the conventional commercial kind. “No. No. Don’t waste the grifa. Hand it here….try it like this…” I opened my throat and kept my tongue flat so that the smoke found no obstacle in its passage from my lips to my throat…. The food was the best I’d ever tasted. Every morsel was an experience of sheer delight. I lost myself in a haze of sensual pleasure, enjoying not only the tastes but the feel of the food in my mouth, the smells, and the sound of my jaws chewing.  “She’s got a buzz. That’s her third helping.”  …I decided to dance for my hostesses. The music dipped and swayed, pulling and pushing. I let my body rest on the sound and turned and bowed in the tiny room. The shapes and forms melted until I felt I was in a charcoal sketch, or a sepia watercolor. (pp. 52-55) By the end of the evening Rita had arranged to rent the women’s house, putting them to work for her as prostitutes, with her barganing for their services with cab drivers and taking a cut. Meanwhile, she read Dostoevsky and studied dance. Soon the arrangement turned sour and she had to flee back to Stamps, where drinking Sloe gin “numbed my brain” and she had to make herself sick to get rid of the poison.

Rita went back to the West Coast and tried joining the Army in San Francisco, but was turned down because the The California Labor school, where she’d studied dance and drama, was deemed a Communist organization. So she started waitressing again, and smoking pot. Smoking grass eased the strain for me. I made a connection at a restaurant nearby. People called it Mary Jane, hash, grass, gauge, weed, pot, and I had absolutely no fear of using it. In the black ghetto of the forties, marijuana, cocaine, hop (opium) and heroin were only a little harder to obtain than rationed whiskey. Although my mother didn’t use anything but Scotch (Black & White), she often sang a song popular in the thirties that at its worst didn’t condemn grass, and at its best extolled its virtues. “Dream about a reefer five foot long Vitamin [sic] but not too strong You’ll be high but not for long If you’re a viper…” From a natural stiffness I melted into a grinning tolerance. Walking on the streets became high adventure, eating my mother’s huge dinners an opulent entertainment, and playing with my son was side-cracking hilarity. For the first time, life amused me. … I disciplined myself. One joint on Sunday and one on the morning of my day off. The weed always had an intense and immediate effect. Before the cigarette was smoked down to roach length, I had to smother my giggles. Just to see the falling folds of the curtains or the sway of a chair was enough to bring me to audible laughter. After an hour the hysteria of the high would abate and I could trust myself in public. (p. 154).  After a brief stint dancing professionally, she met a married man who told her her, “It’s gauge that’s breaking my marriage….My silly dilly wife stopped letting me have any and she goes around laughing and giggling all the time.” She flushed her pot for him and soon let him lead her into prostitution herself, where she was told if she was good she’d be given some “white girl” (cocaine) but, “They won’t let you smoke hemp, though. They say it makes a ‘ho too frisky. ‘Hos get their heads bad and forget about tending to business.” At the close of the book, another man named Troubador shows her how he shot heroin, and makes her promise to keep her innocence. He gives her his clothes to sell so that she can escape and head back to her Mother’s house. In the following autobiographical installment, Singin’ and Swingin’ and Gettin’ Merry Like Christmas, Rita is discovered while dancing at a strip club in San Francisco and develops a Calypso singing act, changing her name and eventually finding her way to activism with Martin Luther King andMalcolm X, as well as writing with the encouragement of James Baldwin and others. Angelou received over 50 honorary degrees and three Grammys. She was awarded the Presidential Medal of Arts in 2000 and the Lincoln Medal in 2008. PS: Angelou isn’t the only revered US poet to sing the praises of pot. In his book of Haiku She Was Just 17, former poet laureate (2001-2003) Billy Collins wrote: So many nicknames for you  But none as lovely as  marijuana

1 comment:

Breezy KiefAir said…

mayi have permission to reprint this on kiefair.com with credit given to you as the author and links back to your blog?

normelle <ellen@canorml.org>

11:51 AM (16 minutes ago)

to me
Yes, you may repost with link to Tokin Woman blog. (Doesn’t need my name).

Set Up and Opening day of the LaMay CANNABIS MUSEUM™ OF COLORADO Behind the scenes

 

CANNABIS MUSEUM OF COLORADO Website

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April 18, 2014

It  Was a warm an humid Friday, the topic on everyone’s lips? What are you doing for this year’s 4/20 celebration? I was single minded in my concerns… I had a painting to drop off. Let us back up 6 weeks time. Michelle LaMay announced she would be opening Colorado’s first cannabis History Museum. She got with me (Breezy Kiefair) and asked if I would be interested in donating a painting to the museum. I was informed that my first book, Of Poetry, Pain, and Pot was already to be included among the museum’s exhibits and gift store offerings. I eagerly agreed and allowed Michelle to choose one of my images. I then had the image printed onto canvas and set about touching up that canvas with my own hand and brushes. I had worked many hours a day for many weeks and finally the beauty in my mind had begun to shine through. I called the piece complete and April 18 was the day to hang the canvas in the museum. It was opening day for the museum, so I was kind of expecting everything to be set up and ready to go, but when Michelle opened the trailer, and said, “Help me” there was no considering refusing.  You see, an international film crew was on the way and would arrive within 2 hours time. The museum had not yet had the exhibits set up and there was a ton of work. Michelle had shown up with two willing gentlemen (Charlie Washington and Rick Wainwright) but an extra set of hands were both willing and necessary. The 4 of us were as industrious as bees. We did pause for the occasional bowl, but by the time the film crew showed up, nearly everything was picture perfect. It was heartwarming to see a group of individuals coming together to complete a task. Each of us had our own strengths and infirmities, but together we were whole and up to the task. The activity and the honor of having my painting shown was more than enough excitement for me for 4/20 this year.

You may click on any of the below images to begin a slideshow of the day in pictures.

 

About Breezy’s Contribution

The title is: "the marriage of azaela flowers and cannabis leaves" if you look up the symbolism of the azaela, you will find it stands for feminine self care. This goddess image symbolizes the marriage of feminine self care with the cannabis plant as a medicine. The energy of self care and the compounds of the cannabis plant come together to provide a synergistic healing to the person in question... to be shown in michelle lamay's cannabis history museum. This is the first painting that I as the artist call one of my masterpieces. Thank you Michelle for giving me a chance to show it. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=782772988409379&set=pb.100000300558421.-2207520000.1398456073.&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-prn2%2Ft1.0-9%2F1503218_782772988409379_7023335663112254261_n.jpg&size=960%2C720

The title is: “the marriage of azalea flowers and cannabis leaves” if you look up the symbolism of the azalea, you will find it stands for feminine self care. This goddess image symbolizes the marriage of feminine self care with the cannabis plant as a medicine. The energy of self care and the compounds of the cannabis plant come together to provide a synergistic healing to the person in question… to be shown in michelle lamay’s cannabis history museum. This is the first painting that I as the artist call one of my masterpieces. Thank you Michelle for giving me a chance to show it..https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=782772988409379&set=pb.100000300558421.-2207520000.1398456073.&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-prn2%2Ft1.0-9%2F1503218_782772988409379_7023335663112254261_n.jpg&size=960%2C720

The title is: “the marriage of azalea flowers and cannabis leaves” if you look up the symbolism of the azalea, you will find it stands for feminine self care. This goddess image symbolizes the marriage of feminine self care with the cannabis plant as a medicine. The energy of self care and the compounds of the cannabis plant come together to provide a synergistic healing to the person in question… to be shown in michelle lamay’s cannabis history museum. This is the first painting that I as the artist call one of my masterpieces. Thank you Michelle for giving me a chance to show it. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=782772988409379&amp;set=pb.100000300558421.-2207520000.1398456073.&amp;type=3&amp;src=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-prn2%2Ft1.0-9%2F1503218_782772988409379_7023335663112254261_n.jpg&amp;size=960%2C720

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A pop-up cannabis museum on wheels? Only in Colorado

reprinted from: http://www.thecannabist.co/2014/04/16/pop-up-cannabis-museum-wheels-denver-colorado/9662/

A mobile cannabis museum — packed into a crowded fifth-wheel with artifacts, interactive displays, photos and media archives on the history of marijuana — that announces its pop-up locations via social media?

Only in Colorado.

“I intend to travel all around the state educating Coloradans about the history of hemp and cannabis,” said Michelle LaMay, the 67-year-old activist behind LaMay’s Cannabis Museum, which opens 4/20 weekend. “I’m parking this weekend in Aurora, and I’ll be posting my location like food trucks do.”


LaMay isn’t lacking passion. As you tour her museum on wheels, she’ll giddily teach you about the state’s laws for carrying, ingesting and growing marijuana — not to mention her own activist roots dating back to 1992 in Mesa County, where she helped collect 5,000 signatures in an attempt to legalize hemp.

Her museum won’t have regular hours or a steady location even, but she’ll announce her hours and location via social media and website. Admission to the museum is free.

“I’ll be at people’s parties and in dispensary parking lots,” LaMay said. “I’ve been booked for those occasions, and I’ll also be at the Pot Pavilion at the Denver County Fair, which I’m very excited about.”

As with LaMay’s five-year-old Cannabis University of Colorado, the museum’s primary goal is education.

“More education about hemp and cannabis can only help raise awareness and acceptance for cannabis and hemp — not just the products but we users also,” LaMay said. “I’m a 67-year-old, and just my mere presence lends credibility to the cause, I’ve been told.”

Please VOTE YES on

I-3: PROHIBIT CANNABIS POSSESSION PENALTIES ACT COLORADO 2014

 Shall there be an amendment to the Colorado constitution prohibiting courts from imposing any fine or sentence for the possession of cannabis? 

                MAKE IT RIGHT: Drive the nail in the coffin of prohibition

                          

PROHIBIT  CANNABIS POSSESSION PENALTIES

Be it enacted by the people of Colorado Article XVIII of the constitution of the state of Colorado is amended BY THE ADDITION OF A NEW SECTION to read: Section 17. Prohibit cannabis possession penalties. (1) Purpose and findings. (a) THE PURPOSE OF THIS SECTION IS TO DIRECT THE JUDICIARY BRANCH OF ALL GOVERNING BODIES IN THE STATE OF COLORADO TO PROHIBIT AND RELIEVE THEIR COURTS FROM IMPOSING ANY FINE OR SENTENCE FOR THE POSSESSION OF CANNABIS. (b) IT IS IN THE INTEREST OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF COLORADO THAT THE COURTS BE PROHIBITED AND RELIEVED FROM IMPOSING A FINE OR SENTENCE FOR THE POSSESSION OF CANNABIS BECAUSE THE PEOPLE FIND THAT THE PUNISHMENT FOR POSSESSION OF CANNABIS EXCEEDS THE FISCAL AND SOCIAL COSTS THAT POSSESSING CANNABIS IMPOSES ON THE PEOPLE OF COLORADO. (c) IT IS IN THE INTEREST OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF COLORADO THAT THE COURTS BE PROHIBITED AND RELIEVED FROM IMPOSING A FINE OR SENTENCE FOR THE POSSESSION OF CANNABIS BECAUSE THE PEOPLE FIND THAT THE PUNISHMENT IS INCONSISTENT WITH THE DAMAGE POSSESSING CANNABIS IMPOSES ON THE PEOPLE OF COLORADO. (d) THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF COLORADO FURTHER FIND AND DECLARE THAT IT IS NECESSARY TO ENSURE CONSISTENCY AND FAIRNESS IN THE APPLICATION OF THIS SECTION THROUGHOUT THE STATE, AND THAT , THEREFORE, THE MATTERS ADDRESSED BY THIS SECTION ARE DECLARED TO BE MATTERS OF STATEWIDE CONCERN. (2) Definitions. AS USED IN THIS SECTION, UNLESS THE CONTEXT OTHERWISE REQUIRES: (a) “CANNABIS” MEANS (I) THE GENUS OF THE CANNABIS PLANT AND ALL ITS SPECIES, LIVING OR DEAD; AND (II) IN ANY AMOUNT. (b) “COURTS” MEAN ALL TRIBUNALS ESTABLISHED FOR THE PURPOSE OF ADMINISTERING JUSTICE, INCLUDING ANY JUDICIAL OFFICERS OR “OTHER COURTS” ESTABLISHED BY THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY OF COLORADO AND ALL MUNICIPAL AND POLICE COURTS ESTABLISHED BY HOME RULE CITIES AND (c) “POSSESSION OF CANNABIS” MEANS HAVING CANNABIS (I) IN OR ON ONE’S BODY OR CLOTHING; OR

  1. WITHIN ONE’S HOME OR AUTO.

d) “RELIEVE” MEANS ALLEVIATE. (3) Other laws unchanged. NOTHING IN THIS ACT SHALL BE CONSTRUED TO MODIFY ANY PROVISION OF THIS ARTICLE OR ANY OTHER CONSTITUTIONAL OR STATUTORY PROVISION CONCERNING CANNABIS. (4) Costs of implementing this section. THIS SECTION ADDS NO FISCAL COSTS TO THE STATE AND IMPOSES NO TAX UPON THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE. (5) Self-executing, conflicting provisions. THIS SECTION IS SELF-EXECUTING AND SHALL SUPERCEDE ANY CONFLICTING STATE, LOCAL, OR MUNICIPAL STATUTES, CODES, ORDINANCES, OR PROVISIONS. (6) Effective date. THIS SECTION SHALL BECOME EFFECTIVE UPON OFFICIAL DECLARATION OF THE VOTE HEREON BY PROCLAMATION OF THE GOVERNOR, PURSUANT TO SECTION 1(4) OF ARTICLE V OF THIS CONSTITUTION AND SHALL BE APPLIED TO ANYONE WHO HAS A SENTENCING HEARING ON OR AFTER SUCH DATE. ______________________________________________________________________ Proponent Colorado Citizen #1: Michelle Louise LaMay P.O. Box 181100 Denver, Colorado 80218 303-832-3529 Proponent Colorado Citizen #2: Isaac Smith PO Box 1268 Eastlake, Colorado 80614   720-292-8272 to share the text of this initiative on Facebook, please click this text

County Line Alternative Medicine: First Morning as a Volunteer

Day 2, morning one. It was my first Monday morning in a very long time. My disabilities took my freedom from me. My freedom to work. On this Monday morning, I walked about a quarter mile on the way to work, before hitchhiking for a ride.

Today was more than my first day volunteering for this Collective Garden. It was also the 4 year anniversary of the day my physician had discharged me without notice; putting me involuntarily into withdrawals from the fentanyl and percocet he had been prescribing for five years. For the two years before that, it had been my general physician. But strangely enough, she was no longer in practice.

This Monday morning felt triumphant. I had begun to take my life back with my baptism in the spring, now perhaps I could at least have the opportunity to help others at the same time as ease the incredible strain on my pocket book that my medical costs were, as they are to anyone on disability.

The day started off wonderfully. I began to learn my way around the front desk procedures; as I had been trained on the bud-tending bar the previous Saturday night shift.

I was given passwords and asked to update the web menu on many sites. I began to become acquainted with the other volunteers and their stories.

County Line was owned and operated by a woman on disability who got tired of her husband sitting around smoking pot all day and doing nothing. So, they started a Collective Garden with a grow and a lounge in the back where he could still, in fact, sit around and smoke weed all day. Only now, they could make money off of it. That was my observation on first glance. I saw a family with two disabled parents attempting to get by and looking at what they knew and making the best of it.

Jim (all of the names have been changed) was the official owner of the business with their adult son as a partner, as not to get his wife in trouble with Social Security; but he was quick to point out that his wife, Betty, was the true boss. She was, in fact, the one who did the books….and the one to whom the boys on night-shift were answerable for their shenanigans.

Betty and I got along quite well. In fact, I still miss her and keep her in my prayers.

Another volunteer I had the opportunity to meet was Jill. She was the “cleaning lady.” In fact, she was a very disabled woman. A patient who lived on a meager fixed income who had trouble affording her medicine. So, she offered to do anything for the Collective Garden. They made her the cleaning lady, and gave her one gram for every 6 hours of work.

For those of us who are disabled, every hour we work is worth so many more “able-bodied” hours. It takes us so much to be able to push past the pain coma of a pain level that sometimes reaches 9.5+ upon awakening without any cannabis in our system.

To procure a lowly $10 worth of medicine for 6 hours of bending, twisting, and lifting…doing all of those things that our physicians have warned us against, is something that too many of us would do in a heartbeat.

That was the remuneration that we all received. All of the volunteers were patients. We all received one gram of dry, cured, medicine for every 6 hours of work that we provided. As “volunteers”, it was a paradigm that was not uncommon, as testified by the volunteers who came from other places. Jim and Betty tried to “sweeten the deal” by promising a dream trip to all the volunteers and calling them “family”.  Meanwhile, many were in the negative by the time they came to work that day.

On the shiny side of the cloud that first day, were the patients that I was able to meet and help. While riding a line, not attempting to give out medical advice, as none of us want to be practicing medicine without a license; I was able to share my personal experience with this plant in it’s topical, edible and combustible forms with a patient who was in severe pain. Within minutes after using a topical spray, she experienced relief. As a caregiver, it was enough to make me want to come back the next day to help again.

There are many stories that remain to be told. Many yet to write. County Line Alternative Medicine was north of an unfriendly county border and I lived south of that line. Living in unfriendly territory towards a medicine I have come to know is God’s was, and is, a challenge. Just because cannabis is legal in Washington does not mean it is liked. Many counties, even west of the Cascades, are very unfriendly to cannabis and anyone who uses it for any reason.

We must continue to spread education and understanding. Erase fear with education. Learn, teach, and grow. Overgrow with the Love and Lighte of Christ. And Cannabis.

Hippocracy of the Alternative

In these days when the Hippocratic oath is more than a little hypocritical, we need our alternative medical care more than ever before.

In today’s world, those who have gone about getting their education in the prescribed manner have incurred so much debt, that entire professions worth of employees, be they physicians, pharmacists or licensed nurses and massage therapists; they are trained very well: You do what we say, or you loose your license. You must not use or do what you know is right, even though it is the compassionate thing to do, you will loose your way to earn money if you do it.

It is a simple as that. It all boils down to the almighty dollar. Non-maleficence, first doing no harm; has gone the way of family doctor who performs house calls. First, they harm your wallet, which effects your general well-being; then what they do causes more harm than good. Thus, ensuring your return and another procedure and visit that they can bill you for. Upfront payment accepted only. Medical ethics?!

When those with the initials after their names; when THOSE who have done the education the prescribed way, when THEY FAIL to act in a caring manner, when they FAIL to act with compassion and care CHOOSING the lure of Satan in the guise of the almighty dollar, those of us who DO CARE about our brother are forced to become “front line medics” using the tools that GOD Himself gave us to treat and attempt to cure what ails each other.

The next line of treatment, in a “compassionate state” is to go to the alternative care providers. Those with no medical degrees, relying on self-directed studies of the studies performed by distant scientists as well as anecdotal evidence of friends.

But what do we get, when we place our trust and health care needs in the hands of people we will actually call “family,” a “canna-family;” solely because they partake of the same alternative treatment that we have chosen?

Under RCW 69.51a, the medical cannabis in Washington is governed. A new set of rules and laws were added when Washington State voters approved I-502 against the objections of many medical cannabis patients.

The fight for and against I-502 split the cannabis community in more than two pieces. A community that refers to itself as a family; now cannibalizing each other for the cash that they can procure.

After traveling the country for the past 3 years, meeting a lot of people in a lot of different circumstances, most of them revolving around a plant, I decided to take up an invitation to “volunteer” at a local “collective garden” in Washington State for a few months. What I observed while there made me sicker than even “big pharma” has for a long time.

I will be posting stories from the Collective Garden I was volunteering at. It is and was the norm. I had the opportunity, while there and at other times, to interview and get to know as true friends, a large variety of people, all patients, who have volunteered in these “Gardens”. Their, and my experience is typical of what a small town “Safe Access Point” is in Washington State.

I believe in a better paradigm. I aim to create a situation for myself, my husband and as many of our friends as possible in a community that is about caring. Cannabis is a part of it, but currency will not be.

My heart has been hurt tremendously by the people who call patients “family” only to be close to them when they receive their pittance of a decreasing valued limited income. It is time for all to grow their own. It is time for people to step up and help their neighbor if he CAN’T grow. It is time to be our brother’s keeper. It is TIME to Overgrow the World with compassion. With the love and lighte of Christ. And with Cannabis.

Cannabis Activism Home Movies from the Kiefair Journey

I have tons of videos that are in the raw…. some of them are reviews I never got around to polishing up and making presentable for “prime time audiences” other vids are more like home movies from years of activism work… I took some time seriously considering putting them out for your consumption as they are on my g+ profile… I’m thinking a chronological album on g+ may be the best way to put these out there for anyone interested and also to protect myself from others using fragments of my work and claiming them as their own work…. there are already video fragments out that folks who once called me friend and lover are claiming as their own. the album contains some duplicates (working on removing those for you)  and various drafts (sometimes the drafts are almost better than what i publish_… for its incomplete and raw nature,  I apologize… but here is a slice or real life of cannabis patients. I am seriously considering compiling them together into one video. 

to view this huge library of videos, just follow the below link.

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(the post making it public hit at 4:20am 2/5/2014 lol)

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2012-01-18 to 2012-02-02 UPDATE of Phoenix Tears Healing A Diabetic Ulcer 

Part 3 of the healing…..
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!)

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tears, please visit:
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Freddy” of the Freak
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longtime cannabis freedom
fighter and the dude whose
back we are healing) please
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Video 1
11/23/11 to 12/09/11 phoenix tears healing a diabetic ulcer
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Video 2
2011-12-12 to 2011-12-26 phoenix tears healing a diabetic ulcer part 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGy_ICLESk8

Video 3
http://youtu.be/UBICRfOC200

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2011-07 – 2011-11 Sour diesel Grow pics Grateful Dead “touch of Grey”

I worked a private caregiver’s grow from July 2011 to November 2011. I was paid 1/4 oz medication, a roof over my head for the duration of the grow and use of years old trim with no “sugar” left to medicate me. I was supposed to be medicated for the duration of the grow, and recieve winter lodging NO MATTER WHAT for my efforts. Every silver lining has a touch of grey….

song choice: Grateful Dead, Touch of Grey (fair use, education)

Sour Diesel

Sativa 90 / Indica 10
Origins – Mexican Sativa x Chemo
Flowering – 75-80 days
Harvest – Early November

Beyond the citrus end of the pot palate spectrum lies a sour lemon tang tending toward the heay pungency of an open drum of diesel. This odor is so strong in Reservoir’s Sour Diesel strain that it may need to be masked during growing if stealth is a goal or necessity. Even when dried and carried in a pocket, these buds are smelly enough to raise suspicions. Reservoir drew on the Mexican sativa family and the sativa hybrid Chemo in an effort to produce the most psychedelic non-haze sativa possible.

Sour Diesel is a tall, thin plant suitable for sea or screen of green. She stretches in the first 3 weeks of flowering. By maturity she reaches a daunting 6 feet indoors in a slender version of the classic Christmas tree silhouette. Her foliage purples as it ages, and commonly displays pink-hued pistils. The buds are loose and spear-shaped.

Sour Diesel taste combined with its effects may be considered an “exptreme sport” version of cannabis. The stone pulls smokers into the sky fast with a viscerally uplifting pleasure and lots of consciousness expansion in the direction of spirituality. This good-vibe variety may help alleviate chronic depression, as well as the ordinary blahs by encouraging a change in perspective.
http://www.kindgreenbuds.com/marijuana-strains/sourdiesel.html

lyrics:

“Touch Of Grey”

Must be getting early, clocks are running late.
Paint by numbers morning sky, looks so phony.
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains I don’t care ’cause it’s alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.I see you’ve got your list out, say your piece and get out.
Guess I get the gist of it ’cause it’s alright
Oh, well, anyway, sorry that you feel that way.
The only thing there is to say
Every silver lining’s got a touch of grey
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.It’s a lesson to me
The Ables and the beggars and the thieves
The ABC’s
We all think of
And try to keep a little graceIt’s a lesson to me
The Deltas and the East and the Freeze
The ABC’s we all think of
And try to give a little loveI know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years
It’s even worse than it appears ’cause it’s alrightCow is given kerosene, kid can’t read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene ’cause it’s alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.It’s a lesson to me
The Deltas and the East and the Freeze
The ABC’s we all think of
And try to keep a little loveThe shoe is on the hand it fits, there’s all there really nothing much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit ’cause it’s alrightOh, well, a touch of gray, kinda suits you anyway,
That’s all I had to say ’cause it’s alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.It’s a lesson to me,
The deltas and the East and the free
The ABC’s we all must face,
Try to save a little grace.We will get by. We will get by. We will get by. We will survive
We will get by. We will get by. We will get by. We will survive

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Hind’s Feet On High Places by Hannah Hurnard video 2

(see #3 most viewed so you can view videos 1 and 2 in their proper order.)

#7 Most Viewed from my youtube channel

Patient testimonial “i have cancer, cancer does not have me”

music selection:
Rusted Root
“Won’t Be Long”

*****The patient made this video herself. All the author of this blog did was add the music for her.

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Phoenix Tears Makers~ Naphtha is not a healthy Solvent!

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2011-12-09 phoenix tears healing a diabetic ulcer 

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The introduction and first chapters of a set of videos in Tribute to the writing of Hannah Hurnard, “Hind’s Feet on High Places” to Art of Breezy Kiefair and the Music of Piotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. Please give it 20 minutes of your time. Chapter 1 “Invitation to the High Places” i just put music and art to a book that has been a favorite since childhood… my mother used to read me that book…. call it a tribute to her and an introduction of the book to an audience that may otherwise remain unaware of it. I recommend it for anyone with anxiety or PTSD

info on the book from wikipedia:
Hinds’ Feet on High Places
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Hinds’ Feet on High Places
Author(s) Hannah Hurnard
Country United Kingdom
Language English
Genre(s) Christian
Publisher Christian Literature Crusade
Publication date 1955
Media type Print (Hardback & Paperback)
Pages 158 pp.
ISBN NA
Hinds’ Feet on High Places is an allegorical novel by English author Hannah Hurnard. Hinds’ Feet was written in 1955 and has become a very successful work of Christian fiction, seeing new editions published as recently as July, 2005.
[edit]Plot introduction

It is the story of a young woman named Much Afraid, and her journey away from her Fearing family and into the High Places of the Shepherd, guided by her two companions Sorrow and Suffering. It is an allegory of a Christian devotional life from salvation through maturity. It aims to show how a Christian is transformed from unbeliever to immature believer to mature believer, who walks daily with God as easily on the High Places of Joy in the spirit as in the daily life of mundane and oftentimes humiliating tasks that may cause Christians to lose perspective.
The book takes its title from Habakkuk 3:19, “The Lord God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places.”
The story begins in the Valley of Humiliation with Much Afraid, being beset by the unwanted advances of her cousin, Craven Fear, who wishes to marry her. The Family of Fearings seems to have some strong similarities to the Addams Family. Much Afraid is ugly from all outward appearances, walking on club feet, sporting gnarled, deformed hands, and speaking from a crooked mouth that seems to have been made so by a stroke or the like.
The Good Shepherd is tender and gentle with Much Afraid, especially in the beginning. However, His many sudden departures may strike the reader as bizarre, given the human penchant to expect kindly souls to never do everything that may be interpreted as rude or as hurtful in any way. Yet, though the Shepherd leaves in a moment, He returns the same way at the first furtive cry of the forlorn little protagonist. “Come, Shepherd, for I am much afraid!”
When Much Afraid intimates that she would love to be able to dance upon the high places as do the surefooted deer, the Shepherd commends her for this desire. In order to accomplish this, he offers to “plant the seed of love” into her heart. At first sight of the long, black hawthorne-looking seed, she shrieks in fear. Soon, she relents, and after the initial intense pain, she senses that something is indeed different in her, though she still looks the same, for now.
Just when the reader thinks that Much Afraid is about to reach the High Places, the path turns downward towards a seemingly endless desert. There is an incident at the sheer cliff that must be climbed with only one rope, which hangs a long way down to her from the top. Then days are spent in a forest that is shrouded in a thick cloud of fog. During this time Much Afraid is sequestered with her two friends, Sorrow and Suffering, in a log cabin. The climax is an unexpected twist that comes as Much Afraid despairs of ever reaching the High Places.
[edit]Allusions/references to other works

The book bears some stylistic similarities to John Bunyan’s The Pilgrim’s Progress. The name of the protagonist, Much-Afraid, also appears first in Bunyan’s work.
[edit]References

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Pink Floyd The Piper at the Gates of Dawn Side

video created by kiefair.com
music by pink floyd obviously

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TOKING THROUGH TIN PAN ALLEY (1-1-2014) 

the audio has been reworked by Breezy Kiefair.The base audio was a live performance of “Tin Pan Alley” by Stevie Ray Vaughn and Double Trouble All images created by Breezy Kiefairl.

Dedicated to the low income cannabis patient left toking through tin pan Alley.

“Tin Pan Alley (aka Roughest Place in Town)” is track #23 on the album Essential Stevie Ray Vaughan. It was written by Geddins.

Tin Pan Alley (aka Roughest Place in Town)

Went down to Tin Pan Alley
See what was goin’ on
Things was too hot down there
Couldn’t stay very long
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Alley’s the roughest place I’ve ever been
All the peoples down there
Lord, they are livin’ for their whisky, wine and gin
She get up in the mornin’
Before the break a day
Before she can wash her face and hand
You know she really did go away
Hey, hey, hey, you tell
What kinda place can this here Alley be?
Well now, every women I get here
Every women I get to know
This Alley takes her away from me
I heard a pistol shoot
Yeah, and it was a .44
Somebody killed a crap shooter
‘Cause he didn’t shake, rattle and roll
Hey, hey, hey, hey
What kinda place can a Alley be?
All those people down there
Lord, they are livin’ for their whisky, wine and gin
I heard a woman scream
Yeah, and I peeked through the door
Some cat was workin’ on Annie with a
Lord, Lord with a two by four
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Alley’s the roughest place, I’ve ever been
All the people down there
Lord, they are killin’ for their whisky, wine and gin
I saw a cop standing there
With hand on his gun
Said this is a raid boy now
Run, run, nobody run
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Alley’s the roughest place, I’ve ever been
Yeah, they took me away from Alley
Lord, they took me right back to the pen

Songwriters
GEDDINS

http://www.metrolyrics.com/tin-pan-alley-aka-roughest-place-in-town-lyrics-stevie-ray-vaughan-double-trouble.html

Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble – Tin Pan Alley (aka Roughest Place In Town)

the same video in an earlier draft with an album version (audio unaltered) is available here: https://plus.google.com/u/0/photos/114818245240410041833/albums/5963276613878627761/5963276612816041426?pid=5963276612816041426&oid=114818245240410041833

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Videos: 137 – Created: Aug 25, 2010 – Lifetime views: 62,345CHANNEL

Last year (Jan 1, 2013 – Dec 31, 2013)

Performance

VIEWS 43,825
ESTIMATED MINUTES WATCHED 240,154 (about 4,002.56 hours)
Top 10 Videos

 

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Views
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Pink Floyd The Piper at the Gates of Dawn Side 1 14,127
104,359
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Pink Floyd “the piper at the gates of dawn” side 2 7,500
56,036
$0.00
Hind’s Feet On High Places by Hannah Hurnard video 1 2,489
17,671
$0.00
2011-12-09 phoenix tears healing a diabetic ulcer 2,023
6,337
$0.00
Phoenix Tears Makers~ Naphtha is not a healthy Solvent! (edit 2) 1,550
4,325
$2.20
Phoenix Tears Makers~ Naphtha is not a healthy Solvent! 1,063
2,956
$0.00
Patient testimonial “i have cancer, cancer does not have me” 944
1,991
$0.00
Hind’s Feet On High Places by Hannah Hurnard video 2 720
7,742
$2.17
2011-07 – 2011-11 Sour diesel Grow pics Grateful Dead “touch of Grey” 602
996
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2012-01-18 to 2012-02-02 UPDATE of Phoenix Tears Healing A Diabetic Ulcer 583
1,707
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  3. Embedded player on other website s5.4%
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Toking Through Tin Pan Alley

The audio has been reworked by Breezy Kiefair. The base audio was a live performance of “Tin Pan Alley” by Stevie Ray Vaughn and Double Trouble  from the Blues at Sunrise album All images created by Breezy Kiefair. cameos in the art by; Steve Elliott of Toke SignalsSonia Guerrero, and Pebbles Trippet all set to a breezy audio altered version of Stevie Ray Vaughan‘s “tin Pan alley” dedicated to the low income cannabis patient on the occasion of the first recreational cannabis commercial shops opening in Colorado. I will let each individual interpret the art themselves.

Dedicated to the low income cannabis patient left toking through tin pan Alley.

“Tin Pan Alley (aka Roughest Place in Town)” is track #23 on the album Essential Stevie Ray Vaughan. It was written by Bob Geddins.

Tin Pan Alley (aka Roughest Place in Town)

Went down to Tin Pan Alley
See what was goin’ on
Things was too hot down there
Couldn’t stay very long
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Alley’s the roughest place I’ve ever been
All the peoples down there
Lord, they are livin’ for their whisky, wine and gin
She get up in the mornin’
Before the break a day
Before she can wash her face and hand
You know she really did go away
Hey, hey, hey, you tell
What kinda place can this here Alley be?
Well now, every women I get here
Every women I get to know
This Alley takes her away from me
I heard a pistol shoot
Yeah, and it was a .44
Somebody killed a crap shooter
‘Cause he didn’t shake, rattle and roll
Hey, hey, hey, hey
What kinda place can a Alley be?
All those people down there
Lord, they are livin’ for their whisky, wine and gin
I heard a woman scream
Yeah, and I peeked through the door
Some cat was workin’ on Annie with a
Lord, Lord with a two by four
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Alley’s the roughest place, I’ve ever been
All the people down there
Lord, they are killin’ for their whisky, wine and gin
I saw a cop standing there
With hand on his gun
Said this is a raid boy now
Run, run, nobody run
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Alley’s the roughest place, I’ve ever been
Yeah, they took me away from Alley
Lord, they took me right back to the pen

Songwriters
GEDDINS

lyrics source click here

Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble – Tin Pan Alley (aka Roughest Place In Town)

the same video in an earlier draft with an album version (audio unaltered) is available here:

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Solstice Gift! free ecopy “Of Pain, Poetry and Pot” One Day Only!

DECEMBER 21, 2013 ONLY!

Hurry over to Amazon.com and download your free ecopy Of Poetry, Pain and Pot, by Breezy Kiefair featuring works from The Art of Breezy Kiefair and Kiefair.com. Don’t own a kindle? no worries…. download Kindle for PC or Amazon Kindle for Android to access the book without purchasing the Amazon Kindle hardware. The Book is free today in honor of the Winter solstice celebration

Of Pain, Poetry and Pot is a poetry book centered on pot written by cannabis activist and artist under the influence of cannabis , Breezy Kiefair. “Of Pain, poetry, and pot.” Is a collection of cannabis centered poetry in a neobeatnik style. It includes updated versions of Allen Ginsberg – Howl and “america”, along with an update on “to whom it may concern” by Adrian Mitchell , a cannabis parody of Rifleman’s Creed and many other poems that are all my own.

http://www.amazon.com/Pain-Poetry-Pot-Breedheen-ORilley/dp/1492830399/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1387652549&sr=8-1&keywords=of+poetry+pain+and+pot

I just published a poetry book with amazon.com…..this is the book cover. It is called “Of Pain, Poetry and Pot”

Of Pin, Poetry and Pot cover

Of Pin, Poetry and Pot cover

the electronic edition is still free for one more day folks! Please distribute the following link for people to get their free copy

“Of Pain, poetry, and pot.” Is a collection of cannabis centered poetry in a neobeatnik style. It includes updated versions of Allen Allen Ginsberg – Howls “howl” and “america”, along with an update on “to whom it may concern” by Adrian Mitchell , a cannabis parody of Rifleman’s Creed and many other poems that are all my own. I hope ya grab your free download while it is available and be sure to lend it to your friends (I have enabled book lending on this piece). Yes, I am aware of the odd format in the table of contents. I assure you that is semi-intentional. and please! Share these links around so the pot poetry can be read easily.
another link for the paperback

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5.0 out of 5 stars Talented, insightful artist and writer, November 25, 2013
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This multi-talented artist and writer amazed me with her insightful and sometimes heartbreaking poetry. Her artwork is not only beautiful, but different from any I have seen. I have actually ordered several individual prints off her website to give as gifts this Christmas. I highly recommend this book.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Rare and Lovely, October 2, 2013
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Would You Like To Pick Breezy’s Brain? This wonderful book is a chance to witness the creative process at work; author Breezy Kiefair (aka Breedheen O’Rilley) is the real deal, a gifted poet/journalist/activist on the forefront of the battle for medical marijuana patients’ rights and for truth in media. And speaking of truth, emotional truth is exactly what you’ll get here. Breezy isn’t afraid to take an open-eyed, unsparing look at society, at herself, at her illnesses, at the lies we tell ourselves and each other — and at the scintillating, breathtaking beauty which is more real and more powerful than all else. Highly recommended.

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excerpt:

A bit of Cancer poetry for thought…

To Whom It May Concern
I was run over by the truth one day.
Ever since the diagnosis I have been this way
So burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer.

Heard the alarm clock screaming with pain,
Couldn’t find myself so I went back to sleep again
So fill my veins with Chemo
burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer. Every time I shut my eyes, all I see is pain.
Made a little ribbon to remember all the names
So empty out my bank account
fill my veins with chemo
burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer. I hear they are thinking surgery, hope it’s not my brains.
They’re only gutting fishes for their own personal gain.
So numb my brain with Morphine
empty out my bank  account
fill my veins with chemo
burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer. Where were you at the time of the crime?
Ripping up the Hippocratic oath, just to make a dime?
So chain my Life with hopelessness
numb my brain with Morphine
empty out my bank account
fill my veins with chemo
burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer

You put your doctors in, they take their conscience out,
They take the human being and they twist it all about
So take my world away
chain my Life with hopelessness
numb my brain with Morphine
empty out my bank account
fill my veins with chemo
burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer– 

Adrian Mitchell’s structure.

Words by The Art of Breezy Kiefair

There is a cure for cancer…

how many beautiful women and men need to be butchered

because doctors want to run from the cure

for the sake of monetary gain?

Of Pain, Poetry and Pot

I just published a poetry book with amazon.com…..this is the book cover. It is called “Of Pain, Poetry and Pot”

Of Pin, Poetry and Pot cover

Of Pin, Poetry and Pot cover

the electronic edition is still free for one more day folks! Please distribute the following link for people to get their free copy

the paperback edition is out as well.

http://www.amazon.com/…/ref=cm_sw_r_fa_dp_47gssb1B996P0K2N

“Of Pain, poetry, and pot.” Is a collection of cannabis centered poetry in a neobeatnik style. It includes updated versions of Allen Allen Ginsberg – Howls “howl” and “america”, along with an update on “to whom it may concern” by Adrian Mitchell , a cannabis parody of Rifleman’s Creed and many other poems that are all my own. I hope ya grab your free download while it is available and be sure to lend it to your friends (I have enabled book lending on this piece). Yes, I am aware of the odd format in the table of contents. I assure you that is semi-intentional. and please! Share these links around so the pot poetry can be read easily.
another link for the paperback

excerpt:

A bit of Cancer poetry for thought…

To Whom It May Concern
I was run over by the truth one day.
Ever since the diagnosis I have been this way
So burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer.

Heard the alarm clock screaming with pain,
Couldn’t find myself so I went back to sleep again
So fill my veins with Chemo
burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer. Every time I shut my eyes, all I see is pain.
Made a little ribbon to remember all the names
So empty out my bank account
fill my veins with chemo
burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer. I hear they are thinking surgery, hope it’s not my brains.
They’re only gutting fishes for their own personal gain.
So numb my brain with Morphine
empty out my bank  account
fill my veins with chemo
burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer. Where were you at the time of the crime?
Ripping up the Hippocratic oath, just to make a dime?
So chain my Life with hopelessness
numb my brain with Morphine
empty out my bank account
fill my veins with chemo
burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer

You put your doctors in, they take their conscience out,
They take the human being and they twist it all about
So take my world away
chain my Life with hopelessness
numb my brain with Morphine
empty out my bank account
fill my veins with chemo
burn my body with radiation
Tell me lies about cancer– 

Adrian Mitchell’s structure.

Words by The Art of Breezy Kiefair

There is a cure for cancer…

how many beautiful women and men need to be butchered

because doctors want to run from the cure

for the sake of monetary gain?

 

Amish Kid forced on Chemo: What’s the Matter Here? and Why the cannabis community should care!

Court Sides With Ohio Hospital on Amish Girl Care

August 28, 2013 (AP)
By JOHN SEEWER Associated Press

An appeals court has sided with a hospital that wants to force a 10-year-old Amish girl to resume chemotherapy after her parents decided to stop the treatments.

The court ruled that a county judge must reconsider his decision that blocked Akron Children’s Hospital‘s attempt to give an attorney who’s also a registered nurse limited guardianship over Sarah Hershberger and the power to make medical decisions for her.

The hospital believes Sarah’s leukemia is very treatable but says she will die without chemotherapy.

The judge in Medina County in northeast Ohio had ruled in July that Sarah’s parents had the right to make medical decisions for her.

The appeals court ruling issued Tuesday said the judge failed to consider whether appointing a guardian would be in the girl’s best interest. It also disagreed with the judge’s decision that said he could only transfer guardianship if the parents were found unfit.

The family’s attorney, John Oberholtzer, said Wednesday that the ruling essentially ordered the judge to disregard the rights of the parents.

Andy Hershberger, the girl’s father, said the family agreed to begin two years of treatments for Sarah last spring but stopped a second round of chemotherapy in June because it was making her extremely sick.

“It put her down for two days. She was not like her normal self,” he said. “We just thought we cannot do this to her.”

Sarah begged her parents to stop the chemotherapy and they agreed after a great deal of prayer, Hershberger said. The family, members of an insular Amish community, shuns many facets of modern life and is deeply religious. They live on a farm and operate a produce stand near the village of Spencer in Medina County, about 35 miles southwest of Cleveland.

“Our belief is, to a certain extent, we can use modern medicine, but at some times we have to stop it and do something else,” Hershberger said in a telephone interview.

They opted to consult with a wellness center and treat Sarah with natural medicines, such as herbs and vitamins, and see another doctor who is monitoring their daughter, Hershberger said.

“We see her every day. We watch her really close,” her father said. “She runs, plays. She crawls up ladders. She’s got a lot of energy, more than she had when she was doing chemo.”

Hershberger said they have not ruled out returning to Akron Children’s Hospital if Sarah’s health worsens. “We told them if it gets to the point that we cannot do anything for her, we would come back,” he said.

After the appeals court decision, the hospital said in a statement Wednesday that its goal is to ensure that the girl receives the most appropriate care based on scientific evidence and added that the allegation has never been about “parental unfitness.”

It said neither the hospital nor anyone else is requesting legal or physical custody of the child; instead, the hospital said, this case “involves a disagreement between providers and parents over what course of treatment is best for their child.”

Robert McGregor, the hospital’s chief medical officer, said last week that it is morally and legally obligated to make sure the girl receives proper care.

He said the girl’s illness — lymphoblastic lymphoma — is an aggressive form of non-Hodgkin lymphoma, but there is a five-year survival rate of 85 percent if she continues treatment.

Some of the girl’s tumors had gone away after the first round of chemotherapy, but she isn’t yet in remission, the hospital said.

“We really have to advocate for what we believe is in the best interest of the child,” McGregor said last week.

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Now, Why should the cannabis world care?

We as cannabis activists and as religious rights activists need to care about this case…. If this Amish family cannot follow the laws of their own religion regarding medical treatment, then we as cannabis activists need to side with the parents… this is no different than a parent making ia choice to treat the child with cannabis. their choice happens to be prayer. THEY HAVE THAT RIGHT IN MY OPINION.

Forget my opinion! These parents 1st amendment right is being trampled….

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.

I wonder if the state of Ohio remembers this little bit of freedom we are all taught to love.

if we sit by and let it be trampled, our cannabis kids are next… and we are already seeing examples of it… In our own backyards with horrifying results.Did the parents choose out of fear to begin chemo? yes they broke their own traditions and took her to start chemo of their own free will… when it was making her so sick and the parents and child wanted to return to their beliefs is when the fight started. now, like some cannabis kids… she is in foster care… no fair!

I was a kid with cancer in the foster care system… had to go before the judge about chemo…. the facility i was in said i was having a suicide attempt by refusing chemotherapy.  i am so glad Judge Regina Walters sided with my choice to decline chemotherapy.

If doctors were perfect, they wouldn’t practice medicine on people they expect to have patience to the point of calling them that as if it was a magic term that made us willing to wait an eternity to be graced by their practicing.

Now, back to this child…. imagine this poor Amish kid not yet old enough to choose if she wishes to join the religion or not (the rite of Rumspringa )
and who knows little outside of the people her parents have allowed around previously…. All of the sudden she is plunged into the evils of foster care? i feel so sorry for her… and all she wants to do is make the same choice i did… to eat the best foods she can, be nurtured by those around her and pray.

When it is a situation that is life and death. Why should the government have so much of a say. The individual with the cancer or illness should be the one to decide how to go about fighting for their life. It is family, friends and the creator ‘s place to guide that individual through the fight.

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Toddler Killed By Foster Mom, After Being Taken From Peaceful Birth Parents For Their Cannabis Use

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In Round Rock, Texas, the daughter of two peaceful young parents, was kidnapped by the state, after they admitted to someone that they smoke a small amount of cannabis at night. Sadly, the parents never got their daughter back, as her foster mother inflicted blunt force trauma to the toddler’s brain, putting her into a coma. Two days later the toddler, Alexandria Hill, died.

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Photo: Screenshot from YouTube

By Cassius Methyl
Intellihub.com

August 5, 2013

Because the state demands that people don’t smoke cannabis, the authorities will go as far as to kidnap your child to enforce this, and put him or her in a new, very likely more dangerous home. The bottom line is, there is almost no chance of a child ever possibly getting hurt because of his/her parents smoking cannabis.

Alcohol is legal, and parents can drink, therefore this kidnapping because of cannabis is absolutely dysfunctional, ridiculous, tyrannical, and in this case, fatal. This is a story of the state, at one of its most disgustingly dysfunctional and forceful points. It is abundantly clear that Alexandria Hill’s parents were average young people, in no way dangerous whatsoever. Joshua Hill, the father of Alexandria Hill, the 2 yr old girl who was killed, said “We never hurt our daughter. She was never sick, she was never in the hospital, and she never had any issues until she went into state ‘care’.”

Once she was forcibly placed in foster care last November, she began displaying bruises and injuries often, and appeared to live in unsanitary conditions. Alexandria’s father says “She would come to visitation with bruises on her, and mold and mildew in her bag. It got to a point where I actually told CPS that they would have to have me arrested, because I wouldn’t let her go back.”

The parents of Alexandria had her sent to a new home after the experience with the bruises and unsanitary living conditions, and this new home was the place where she received the fatal injuries. In January, for the second time, CPS made a mistake transferring her to this home, and that mistake was fatal.

They placed Alexandria in a home with 54 yr old Sherill Small, and she later either hit Alexandria in the head and killed her, or somehow inflicted a blow to her head, maybe dropped her , or threw her. Now this girl is dead, because the state can kidnap with impunity. Why should we ever allow the government to forcibly kidnap people’s children, for victimless crimes?

Why should we, the citizens, let them keep arresting people, hurting people, and letting people die for the controls they wish to impose on us? We have had enough of the dysfunctional, fake services they pretend to provide for us while they incessantly molest our lives from birth to death. Things seemed to be going alright according to Alexandria’s parents, when she was placed in the care of Sherill Small in Rockdale, Texas, at first.

The parents were about a month away from being reunited with their child, but then, Sherill beat the toddler’s head with a blunt object, or somehow inflicted severe force which resulted in blunt force trauma to the brain. The child sadly ended up in a coma, and she died 2 days later at the hospital. Sherill claims the child hit her head on a carpet when she was playing, but an investigation showed that the blunt force trauma means she was struck hard with something, and falling on carpet could never do that damage.

Sherill Small was arrested at her home for murder, yet revenge is not ‘justice’, as the ‘justice’ system would lead you to believe. This time, the dysfunctional and out of control, parasitic state has ended the life of a toddler. Punishing this psychotic old woman will not bring back the life of this girl. The only true justice that can be done, is to ensure that this doesn’t happen to anyone else, and the only way to achieve that, is to severely cut and limit the power of the state and federal governments. Our dogs will not be shot by police, our children will not be kidnapped by their parents and left to die in worse conditions, all of this would be okay, if only the citizens would demand that the government not arrest people for victimless crimes.

This is all a result of the citizens sitting back and watching TV, doing nothing, while these people continue to expand their own powers. The politicians and the people who control them like puppets, the corporations, and the police state they use to their advantage, are destroying us. It is time for the citizens to stand up, and have a peaceful revolution, clearing out the tyranny, taking people out of office, revoking laws.

We need to invoke the restoration of our true law, the Constitution, which doesnot allow the police to arrest people for victimless crimes, and kidnap children. Some very charismatic and corrupt politicians have manipulated our people over the years, convinced them that somehow the Constitution doesn’t guarantee basic rights, or that our safety is incompatible with freedom. They molested the loopholes in Constitutional Law until this was the result. It is now simply time to restore the true law- no more arresting people for victimless crimes.

We do need to solidify our rights that aren’t clearly outlined enough in the Constitution too, but it is a reasonable goal for freedom for today, to want to restore this true law. This is a reasonable philosophical solution to the problems we face today as a society. If you cannot see how much better off we would be without the government doing what they do, you need to learn about the crimes this government has committed. It is time to demand these people step down, and NO ONE restrict our rights to grow cannabis or smoke it.

This miracle plant that can be used to build homes, make paper and textiles, treat cancer and several other illnesses. Of course, it can even be smoked recreationally, being less harmful than almost any other recreational drug. You should know all of this, but knowing is only one step- now it is time to sway public opinion to a critical mass, and truly make the change happen. Go tell people about this, build up the support for freedom, the abolishment of all these government agencies, the revocation of laws, and the restoration of true constitutional law.

Please share this with as many people as possible, so we can simply gain our rights back, just so we can live in peace. This tyranny is getting bad- the scariest thing is how complacent and unaware many people are, of the crimes, dysfunctionality, and true nature of this government.

Writer Bio:

CassiusCassius Methyl is a journalist writing for Intellihub.com and a liberty activist who plays every instrument and vocals for an experimental metal-truth movement project called “Core of a Virus”. Find his music on Facebook. 

For media inquires, interviews, questions or suggestions for this author, email: cassius@intellihub.com or telephone: (347) 759-6075.

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UPDATE: Medical Marijuana Advocate Goes Public After Children Are Taken, Placed Into Foster Care

POSTED BY  ON MON, APR 29, 2013 AT 4:06 PM

UPDATE: April 30, 2013

The Boise Police Department released information regarding the April 24 incident involving Josh and Lindsey Rinehart, which resulted in the placement of the Rinehart’s children into the custody of the State of Idaho.

According to law enforcement, they were contacted by a local school official who said that an 11-year-old child had become ill, requiring medical treatment from a school nurse. Police said the child had eaten a substance which was identified as marijuana. Police said the marijuana had come from a home on the 2900 block of W. Malad Street. The child who became ill did not live at the residence but is acquainted with the Rinheart’s children.

Police said they went to the residence and found children, being cared for a babysitter while the parents were away. Police said they discovered drug paraphernalia and “a quantity of a substance that appeared to be marijuana in locations inside the house accessible to the children.” Patrol officers contacted narcotics investigators who secured a search warrant signed by a judge. Police added that their investigation has not yet resulted in criminal charges.

Detectives made the decision to contact Idaho Department of Health and Welfare officials who deemed that the children were in “imminent danger,” thereby putting the children into protective custody.

Police said typically they did not release information on cases that remain under investigation, but the suspects “in this case have chosen to identify themselves and the department believes it is in the public interest to clarify that evidence in a criminal investigation led officers to the Malad Street home.”

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Marijuana advocate Russ Belville, center left, is flanked by Lindsey Rinehart, center, and her husband Josh, center right.

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  • Marijuana advocate Russ Belville, center left, is flanked by Lindsey Rinehart, center, and her husband Josh, center right.

Josh and Lindsey Rinehart believe the Idaho Department of Health and Welfare and the Boise Police Department erred in their decision to place their the Rinehart’s two sons in foster care, citing “imminent danger” because of the presence of marijuana found in the house.

“We’re taking issue with the ‘imminent danger’ charge,” Lindsey Rinehart said on the steps of the Idaho State Capitol. “I am a multiple sclerosis patient. The reason I had cannabis in my household is I’m a multiple sclerosis patient.”

Lindsey uses marijuana, she said, for medicinal purposes to treat her illness, which can cause violent muscle spasms. Boise Weekly readers may remember Rinehart from her testimony at the Idaho State Capitol regarding medical marijuana. As director of Compassionate Idaho,Rinehart has helped spearhead a petition drive to legalize marijuana in Idaho.

While the couple were on vacation April 23, she told Boise Weekly, Health and Welfare and Boise Police entered their home, confiscated marijuana found there, and ultimately placed her 5-year-old and 10-year-old boys in protective custody.

“We had just gotten cell service, and right when we entered Donnelly my cell phone kicked on and somebody had said the cops are at your house. And I knew,” she said.

The Rinhearts told media that on April 30 they will have supervised visitation with their children, and have begun the process of working with the Idaho Department of Health and Welfare to have their children returned to them. She said criminal charges have not yet been filed against her, but she anticipates they may be.

“Right now all I’ve heard is that they could be pending. There’s no warrant. I don’t know—it’s kind of this constant anxiety attack of when they’re going to come,” she said.

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I could go on and on… what is wrong that these children are being ripped from their families? We have such bigger problems.

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DIY Cannabis Cure oil healing: The tale of Wren

view on youtube http://youtu.be/X2h5s5uidTQ

IN 32 DAYS

Figure 1 Day 1

Figure 1 Day 1

Figure 2 Day 14

Figure 2 Day 14 there are a couple more on the top of my head and I am hoping they too are looking better.

Figure 3 Day 21

Figure 3 Day 21

Figure 4 Day 32 Thank you so much for being here to see this with me.

Figure 4 Day 32

Thank you so much for being here to see this with me.

A CANNABIS OIL SUCCESS STORY a 60 day journey back to living.

wren on pills

This was me on 3 fists full of prescription meds per day. Yes, I needed to take meds just to take their meds and I had gained nearly 100 pounds for no other reason than all those drugs. I the span of seven years, they had prescribed 72 different drugs. Seemed that every time I went in for a check up, they diagnosed me with another thing and handed me a bottle of pills. UGH!

wren a year and a half after

This was taken about a year and a half after the adverse reaction to a SAFE med that was to curb nausea. My body has been twisted in several locations and much of my days were spent in a chair. The pain levels have been excruciating and relentless due to acquired Tardive Dyskenisia/Dystonia, http://www.tardivedyskinesia.com/

http://www.tardivedyskinesia.com/common-associations/Dystonia/symptoms.php

I fought with vertigo while sitting still on a daily basis, Often, the right side of my face felt as though bugs were crawling on it but the feeling was only the muscles in my face rippling. As with Tardive Dyskenisia?Dystonia, my swallowing was not always possible, even liquids were choking hazards. The abnormal facial movements loosened up all my teeth causing a few years of infections and extractions., 2 by 6 they came out I lost 98 pounds, Before that drug, I had been using cannabis in smoked form to curb nausea and give me an appetite for years. The only reason I stopped cannabis was so that I could attend college and be a law abiding person

Where there is a pulse, there is hope

.After the onset of these problems I had torso tics, turrets like symptoms and often speech problems, stuttering and low ruff growly voice. Words were forced out like dried ole boots. To sign my name without ripping the paper was not an option. Having all this grief brought on by the American Medical System, I was scared stiff about going back to be doctored but I did for awhile. I needed to find out what the hell they did to me. As for accepting any more of their medicine, I went home to rot on my own. My heart that was once strong started a long iffy streak in me, not knowing if I would wake up, and the sad part was… I had stopped caring to. Started praying for death to come get me. In my 8 years of wasting, I was so tired and worthless every day. Skin cancer been cropping up and my lymph nodes had given me the finger. No appetite, no hope.
*** Where there is a pulse, there is hope***

Wren Déjà Vu SmilingDeer

Am making Cannabis Oil today. It’s been a long time gathering but looks like the green light came on so wish me luck. this cancer near my left eye has been starting to worry me. another larger on in my hair on top of head. Doc wanted to send me to a specialist. Without naming names, I told her I already have one, Cannabis.

Wren Déjà Vu SmilingDeer

Am not afraid, just know I need to deal with this now with positive forces.

It must be in the cards as a most pleasant surprise came when I stared emptying the clippings bag… found some I did not remember. It will be enough for now.

Wren Déjà Vu SmilingDeer

Thank you,. been saving up for what seemed an eternity. Was holding off for a really rainy day.

Breezy Kiefair

Its raining now

Wren Déjà Vu SmilingDeer

Yes

Wren Déjà Vu SmilingDeer

wrens cook 1

Things went well in the kitchen. I used the stock pot to bath the raw cannabis in everclear for 2 hours, mashing it with a potato masher every half hour. Strained and rinses raw material again with everclear putting the oil infused solution into a glass pitcher. Next I poured solution into the slow cooker, about 3 inches deep and turned it to high. As the solution evaporated, I added more until it was all most all evaporated.

wrens cook 2

I poured the oil into a glass bowl and set the entire bowl back into the slow cooker to finish to proper consistency. When the oil has no more bubbles appearing on top, it is ready to put into container of your choice. I chose a few 20cc syringes because they are easier to dose from if a person does not have gel caps. The end product was not as much as anticipated but it will work for now. it will be enough to clear up my immediate eruptions. this is what I used under my right breast 3 winters ago Breezy. that one never came back.

Breezy Kiefair

hugs and good for you lady!

Wren Déjà Vu SmilingDeer

by the time all the oil was in containers, there was a little over 3 oz. I started ingesting this morning.

Wren Déjà Vu SmilingDeer

a little dose will do ya

ty I will. started off low and this feels pretty good. yes, I will need to work up to full dose as I have never ingested before. Thank you for being here to share my experience with. Don’t forget, you have a candle and cushion inside the festive circle under the moon tonight. Hugs

a little dose will do ya 2

Wren Déjà Vu SmilingDeer

I was profusely ill the first 4 days of ingesting oil. I do not believe that it was the oils fault as I am prone to days on end of flu like symptoms one regular basis. The thing I notice most so far is my ability to breath and have a better O2 level.

Wren Déjà Vu SmilingDeer

um in my healing, I got a boner and am thinkin about sharing it with somebody. not just anybody, but somebody.

well, not a real boner, but the connections that give good enough reason for my boner.

It is quite obvious here that I am waking to real life again sis.

Wren Déjà Vu SmilingDeer

no….not a boner,… it’s my chubbie, … waking up after 12 years.

Wren Déjà Vu SmilingDeer

that’s ok Breezy, I woke up this morning over it. I put over there in the caution bin.

Cannabis Oil Day 10: per history I have been living with vertigo for quite a long time. The daily episodes would last from a few hours, to off and on all day. I am telling you this because today I HAD NO VERTIGO.
I have been on 1/2 to 2/3 gram twice a day. I increased the dose to one gram at night after first week as I started this journey to heal from the past 8 years of wasting and it’s repercussions.
Oh, and the oil I am using is NOT Butane made. I suggest Everclear, a grain alcohol.
8 years and counting, the wasting away has been relentless, excruciatingly painful and often hideous to watch. The US Supreme court has blocked all venues so the the drug companies do not have to pay for the damage done. People, when this was prescribed to me, I was Assured it was a safe stomach medicine. FUCKING LIES!!! It caused a stroke, damaged my heart and gave me an existence worse than death. I did not die, I suffer so the drug companies can continue their agenda to keep us ALL needing them. Please STOP the madness and start SCREAMING, No one is Immune to this shit and I PRAY it has not happened to you.
on my cheek. My mind is being blown away, I am in total AWE.
Boy am I an airhead! I was so happy about yesterday that I totally blew off, forgot about’ this mornings dose of cannabis oil. mid afternoon I was back in vertigo mode and sad that it had come back. DUH, the oil does NO GOOD in the bottle, so I took the evening dose. Within under 5 minutes the vertigo was gone again. This is wonderful stuff
There is an increase on my relaxed state and it is causing me to sleep earlier at night. Lower pain, No nausea, No vertigo, No severe tremors, No torso tics. That’s fine, it’s what the body needs to heal.
The real kicker here is that I stopped using cannabis for my stomach and tried to be obedient to the laws of Big Pharma. VERY BAD IDEA!!!!!!
End of day 12, cannabis oil made by grain alcohol. another blessed day without vertigo. the spots of crap growing on my face were left uncovered today. In the morning I will get a good picture of them before applying more oil. Feeling? The tops of my arms, across my neck and including my throat have been tingling, not my hands and feet, They are like small patches of cool tingles, almost airy. If this oil truly can cure then maybe this is the feeling of fixing all those swollen lymph nodes. Time will tell.
Oh, one more thing, this is refreshing.
Holy Sheep Sheets Batman. I feel really good this morning. I don’t think we are in Kansas anymore Toto.
There is an increase on my relaxed state and it is causing me to sleep earlier at night. That’s fine, it’s what the body needs to heal.
Definitely not Kansas. Blessed Be! I will pst a couple pics at the end of the day to show the progress on those cancerous spots
I started 12 days ago. My vertigo is back in check and I am looking forward to the rest of the oil treatment.
where there is a pulse, there is hope.
even in my giving up, death did not come, so now I fight like hell to get me back.
!t wasn’t until my body started popping out some cancer that I decided to use cannabis oil. I was not even thinking about the Dyskenisia/Dystonia But now, I see that my last resort should have been the First Resort.
Yes the safe stomach med gave me TD after having been on it for 2 1/2 years. After the fact, I learned that it was FAULTY BY DESIGN. what the hell does that mean? It just reinforced what I already knew about routing perfectly good productive people into the arms of big pharma. Hate does not even begin to cover it.
I am keeping notes, the MDs already know it works, and they are cruel for not doing the right thing here.
I for one am deeply grateful for having been taught to make this oil with a grain alcohol. Lord knows there are plenty of bad things already wearing me down, I sure do not want to add to the grief if I have options.
Day 14. Who is this lady that returned from the walking dead? IT’S ME!!!! And it could be you too.
Tardive Dyskenisia/Dystonia, some long standing lymphomas and recurring basal cell carcinomas, there are many things that have been needing fixed, like the vertigo and chronic fatigue, and the wrenching and torquing of my anatomy.
been a little whoozy today. gonna blame it on the heat.
I will be bringing these pics and all my notes with me when I see the specialist on Thursday for my 3 month check in. He better not tell me to Stop what I am doing again. Because I will NOT!
DAY 15, I feel GOOD 
Thank you Claud, for 8 years there has been far more bad days than good. The winds are changing and the seas are calming. I pray this for Everyone.
Day 16, Today is lab day with the docs. I intend to knock their balls out of park. Wish the old lady some luck. See ya’ll when I get home.
Thank you friends. it’s been a very long day. been poked, prodded, pushed pulled, twisted, scanned, and attempted scammed, and bodily fluids scrutinized. I’M HOME, FIRE IN THE BOWL!
Day 17 of cannabis oil treatment: Reporting for duty ma’am. I am strong enough to carry my own gear, I am ready.
Well, ma’am says no, there will be no mud pie making out of me for 2 more weeks. She said that just because I feel stronger, she wants to give me more time that I really feel I do not need. She told me to use these 2 weeks as a REAL Vacation. Pfft, as if I remember what that is. lol help me out here.
Each day I am grateful to tears about living again.
Day 18: it used to annoy me to have a tune stuck in my head but waking up with this one playing in there. 
indeed it beats the alternatives, I had been praying for death to come get me.
End of Day 18: things are going well with the cannabis oil treatment. I did use up a bit more adrenalin than usual today while schooling a jackass but I am doing fine now. On a lighter note, has anyone else noticed that this oil can taste down right nasty if it does not get washed down and melts in the back of your mouth? Oh HECK NO, I am not complaining here. It’s working and I don’t mind. Bless and be Blessed. See you tomorrow.
DAY 19: The oil is doing what it should. Alas, the folks here in this town see me getting stronger and I am NOT safe here.
my head is remaining up. What can they do to me that has not already survived?
thank you Pamela, I am calm, I am ok. It just took an extra bowl to stop the shaking today. I will be alright. Tried to get a good updated pic of my cancer but hands to shaky. will try again in an hour.
ty Claud, and bless you hugely. xxx the stress of home issues and the ways of the world today has stolen my appetite. Now would be a good time for me to stay focused on healing. body can’t heal when it is left unattended to worry about things that will not even matter if I am not well enough. Huge Hugs .xxx
you ladies have done it now, ya made me cry. indeed not sad tears but the kind than wash away the pain. sometimes when one is left all alone at the watch tower for too long, they loose sight of the light and cannot find their way back to it. Bless and be Blessed Sistas Much Love always.
End of Day 19: hit a small snag today because I allowed myself to get angry last night. Spent most of the day trying to get my legs and hands to calm down and swallowing was also incomplete. At 4pm, I finally started feeling better and took a few mor pics of the cancer on my cheek. will get them downloaded and post in the morning. At the end of the day, please let me say thank you Everyone, and I could not get through some of this without you. good night, Zeus and I are going to take a walk along the creek. Xxx
Day 20: Time to sparkle and Dazzle. Time to dance among the sun rays and shake some shit loose. Cannabis has not corrected my stupid. Update pics are not scheduled unlit tomorrow. Yesterday ended in a good place, bye bye yesterday, hello life I want to tell you all today that life is exciting. Last night while I was laying down to sleep, I gave myself another self exam looking for those 3 lymphomas. The 2 marble sized ones have not been found in days and the big one, the one that was the size of a silver dollar is getting hard to palpate. Hey peeps, I have lived with these for several years, refusing to let big pharma finish what they started 8 years ago. I am DRUG FREE and getting my anatomy back in check. But the thing that really makes my tah tahz stick out, I am curing myself, my way. Blessed Be, why did I waits so long.
I hope you all can fit a bit of play in your day. Hugs
Starve Big Pharma Starve. If I ran the zoo you would be dead by now.
not burdening the tax payers with my health issues is PRICELESS.
…and another thing that is true. My heart has stopped reminding me that every breath I take could be my last.
….and something really wonderful must be going on inside me, for I have the most beautiful poo I have ever seen. true story!
“I love talking turd, and I’m not ashamed to say it! Turd, turd, turd. It’s time we all stop hiding behind our toilet paper squares and start understanding one of the most important parts of our everyday well-being — poop”! http://kriscarr.com/blog/your-guide-to-healthy-poop/
I do not have MS, but I do have Tarvive Dyskenisia/Dystonia and the oil has given me back much! just last month, most days all I could do was click a mouse.
End of Day 20: Taking my life back is going well, all I had to do is change the C to G, or in my case, drugs of illness to oil of wellness.
I’ll Take a Melody (Toussaint) – Jerry Garcia – Reflections (1976)
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Day 21: I also need to make note that I do still have that excruciating ice pick feeling in the middle of my back off and on throughout the day. there has been a long history of this with some of the trigger points back there.I was hoping that since the wrenching and twisting and jerking have calmed that the pain would get off it’s kick. When it hurts real bad, I lay down on my back and position two rubber, air inflated spheres under the center of my back. These are instant heaven and it only takes the effort of lying down and relaxing a minute. BONUS: NO NASTY SIDE AFFECTS I considered increasing the oil but can manage the really ruff times with those therapy spheres.
looking forward to seeing what the next 20 will be like. Good night everybody.
My boxer used to push his snoot into the place where the lymphomas were growing, now he thinks I need his grooming and inspections. What is up with dag???????????
he has never been like this before and I wonder if he isn’t been dabbing while I am asleep. he used to push his snoot into the top outer area of my left tah tah and snort, now he just tries to give a a doggie bath arms legs and neck… actually drools then he smells my feel. I think my dag’s gone crazy. day 21 of oil treatment. I imagine I do smell different.
I do let doctors check but they don’t get to doctor on me anymore. They messed me up huge the last time I trusted them. Hence I resigned to die this was for a few more years. toward the end, even praying for death to come get me. when I did not die, I decided I was going to try the oil. OH MY GOODNESS DENA! Oh My Goodness! so many days where I could do nothing but sit very still and click a mouse. Now… I am up and moving every waking minute. busying my hands with a purpose.
yes, I am breaking the laws in my state. But Yes, I have saved them what they love most, $$$$$ my healing is costing No One a single penny, and that makes me feel good too.
he already let me know he knew that, but what I can’t understand today is, Why is he so compelled to come over and give me a couple licks lately. so he is in approval with his sloppy kisses? Good Doggie End of Day 21: I feel GOOD! and I am hoping you do too.
Day 22: A milestone in that my health is indeed improving, so are my thought processes and outlook on the world in general. much less anxiety gives more time to use my head. I know, and thanks for baring with me through the muk. I’m sure it’s not over for good, but it is BETTER
If I had but one wish, I would wish that people would overcome their fears, whatever they may be, and take back their lives. Not one person needs to die for Big Pharma. Unless maybe for some misconception that you don’t think you deserve to live. Please Get Well soon my lovelies, your world is waiting for you.
Day 23: I have been eating better these days, but as I grow more physically active, the realization is that there is still a ways to go. The past 23 days have been more than amazing for one who has been ill so long. I have been using 1/2 gram oil in the morning and 3/4 gram at bedtime. When I know for sure that all the lymphoma is gone, I may need to consider dividing doses differently. There is a pattern of my Tardive Dyskenisia/Dystonia flares up that indicate adjustments to splitting and timing heading back to tie some knots. here is a positive tune for your days. 
the long and crushingly stagnet days of being sick and tired of being sick and tired are gone. Yes, I still need to manage pain better and there are still times when the tics are still noticeable to others. The observation for today is that I have not had a bad day since beginning this journey. Today I notice that days are going by so quickly.
AND… the granddaddy of the lymphomas has gone from the diameter of a silver dollar to the size of a pea. I’ve been on No other medications so I know exactly what’s up here.
may be helpful.
Day 24: I love all deeply. yet I also have extreme deep hate for the machine that has brought so many to their sufferings and death. Self expression has taken a hit via so many pharmaceuticals that either masked the anger or intensified it. I’ve been away from the last psych med for 24 days now and am learning what I should have come to know decades ago. Do psych meds keep a person from natural developments? HECK YES! Just look at each and every mass shooter and you have your answer.
Even george zimmerman was and still is on psych meds. So if folks out here are wanting to love me back to a more stable existence, my prayers today are that no one gives up. I won’t stop trying until my better is my best.
Antidepressants increased the risk compared to placebo of suicidal thinking and behavior (suicidality) in children, adolescents, and young adults in short-term studies of major depressive disorder (MDD) and other psychiatric disorders. Anyone considering the use of Celexa or any other antidepressant in a child, adolescent, or young adult must balance this risk with the clinical need. Short-term studies did not show an increase in the risk of suicidality with antidepressants compared to placebo in adults beyond age 24; there was a reduction in risk with antidepressants compared to placebo in adults aged 65 and older. Depression and certain other psychiatric disorders are themselves associated with increases in the risk of suicide. Patients of all ages who are started on antidepressant therapy should be monitored appropriately and observed closely for clinical worsening, suicidality, or unusual changes in behavior. Families and caregivers should be advised of the need for close observation and communication with the prescriber. Celexa is not approved for use in pediatric patients. (See WARNINGS: Clinical Worsening and Suicide Risk, PATIENT INFORMATION, and PRECAUTIONS: Pediatric Use.)
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after 5 years of consuming this crap, doc comes to me and says,” Um 40mg per day can cause heart problems and death. YOU ARE IN DANGER”. Gee Thanks for the warning doc, and yes I have been having quite a time trying to stay alive. 24 day away from that and the engorged veins to my head are no longer feeling like they will explode when i laugh. LITERALLY! It was Depressing in and of it’sellf so actually this drug did NOT work. only made me worse off.
….and ANOTHER THING: with each new prescription refill, there would be a change in brands. This was another factor. Brands vary and the content within also varied. each time they made a switch from one to another, I had to readjust to it.
I relied heavily upon Bob Marley, Jerry Garcia and a bowl to help me with coping when it seems my last nerve just waltzed out.
…and, For the life of me, I swear…my mind can go from wondering if it was a mob of zombies that killed Jesus to  In 00.0001 second. So Frustrating! Thank you M. chronic illness can drive a person absolutely bonkers on so many levels. according to the statistics, Lots of Bonkered people and a lot of people to share what we have come to know with. http://www.chronicdiseaseimpact.com/
She’s talking about CANNABIS
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It means that you are about to be bent over and corn holed because the systems has just ASSUMED you into playing The Sick Roll. RUN! RUN LIKE HELL!!! http://invisibleillnessweek.com/2011/08/18/what-does-it-mean-to-accept-your-chronic-illness-diagnosis/
What Does it Mean to Accept Your Chronic Illness Diagnosis
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Acceptance is one the toughest things that anyone of us has to do. Whether we are accepting the loss of loved one, moving to new town because of a job transfer, getting divorced, or accepting that we have to live with sickness and pain, acceptance isn’t easy. With chronic illness, the sooner you acc…

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The poor zombies don’t even know they are zombies. We as a rational people can stop our own madness when we stop believing that poisoning yourselves is better.
am so deeply grateful that people are starting to understand the underlying causes of more grief than good, Thanks for taking your own stands about it and your lives. I love you all,
I have a bipolar diagnosis. years back the lithium became toxic levels and I was told to keep taking it even though I was in emergency room 6 hours dry heaving after several days of it already, It was killing me, and I was told to keep taking it. Pfft! All I needed way to find a buffer between haters and my sanity. So I turned away from pills and picked up music, No nasty side affects
… and cannabis! Cannabis is my only medication right now and for the first time in over 8 years, I have more good days than bad. Blessed I am
Day 25: my mind is like a pan of boiling water today, so many thoughts, so little time. a tall glass of shut the hell up and some of these beads, off to busy these hands. : This mp4 player full of mostly Blues and Classic Rock are an excellent buffer between the loudness of the outside world and my ptsd. I am convinced, without then, the body count would be high. lol
End of day 26: I need to make note that I am feeling the healing that’s taking place with those lymph nodes the past couple days. I can still palpate the largest one but it is getting harder, so all good there. . Been spending more time outdoors and getting some much needed fresh air, even wearing short, I NEVER wear shorts. well, in healing I must be tasting better also…the crawly creature that got into my clothes while out weeding, managed to elude capture and has made quite a meal of me. Keeping my hands and mind busy are a blessing, and I don’t worry about dying anymore either.
Unfortunately a month ago I was so tired of being so sick and tired all the time, praying for death to just come get me. watching what was left of me waste away for 8 years had taken every last desire and aspiration, I just thought it was enough. MY HOW THINGS CHANGE!
Yes, we either get busy living or we get busy dying. Ya know something Claud, I have always been a puff puff pass kinda person, It mellowed me down just fine, but really taking it up a notch with cannabis oil is a lot different. The first thing I noticed was No vertigo while sitting still. I am actually up and moving most of the day now.
The lymphoma showed up after a few years of dental problems brought on by the Dyskenisis/Dystonia. before that, it was said I had great teeth. The abnormal movements in my jaws and tongue pushed them loose. then came the infections as doc tried in vein to prolong the inevitable. so many rounds of antibiotics and the infections just kept coming. when infection runs so deep that it makes it’s own routes out of the body, they become like an open ended boils in the top of my gums. I was worried for the bone tissue. By the time the infections stopped coming there were 14 lymph nodes in, ‘sick of this shit’ mode. 11 of angry mob went back to sleep. 3 decided to keep expanding their perimeters. To deal with them would mean that I would have to turn yet again to the same system that messed me up good n proper a few times already so I declined. And resigned myself to live with them as my grandmother had done.
Been feeling so alive lately, it would be a shame if it was anything but healing pains. The 1.4 grams of oil per day does not make me high either. It’s ok… I feel good. yes, I still get pain but I feel Good.
Day 27: Big Sigh… officially back to work, gave em 10 I know, I know, and last week WAS my ease into period. Per history a day like today would have had me crying uncle by noon. Got a lot accomplished today. It has been awhile since my feet have gnarled up and it’s been awhile since my swallower locked up. No choking! Life is Good! Good night And Get Well Soon. 
there are still problems but I’m not gonna sweat the small stuff right now.
Day 28: The lymph nodes seems angry the past couple days. I have been trying to find words to describe how the feeling. Dull ache, kind of like a dull pinch. I have felt this before but don’t understand why now. Now that the swellings are all but gone., the pain should also take a hike don’t ya think? Am wondering if this is normal, or am I loosing my marbs? Other than that, No worries.
Day 29: STAY POSITIVE. Ok Life, I am ready for you. Are you ready for me?

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Day 30: WHAT A MONTH! Thank You EVERYONE for having info out there that is saving so many from suffering and even death. The last resort should have been the first choice. So many of the ills are either calmer or gone completely. am continuing the oil treatment another 30 days at 1/2 gram twice a day for the lymphoma, but YES, I am doing so much better. The Diskenisia/Dystonia symptoms are so much less noticeable to others. maybe they will not be staring so much now. No matter, I feel great and the twinkle is back. Hey kids, that is Huge coming from someone that had given up on trying to stay alive. Don’t give up, Not ever.
People Are Trying to Tell You Something. Please Listen.
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What? What is that ungodly stench wafting through the air?
It’s the smell of Big Pharma dying
tears here as well, grateful… very very grateful to be better.
spent the day outdoors in the fresh air finishing up the second layers to the hemp chokers. they are looking pretty good, lots of color this time. I am able to get more done in the shop these days. It used to take hours to put on a straight row of beads. to relieve some minuet pain in my left side and breast, I have taken to some simple massage to help move lymph from the affected areas. That really feels good and yes, there is itching, intense at times and it is quite welcome.
yes ingested and topical application. So much has changes during July. A month long steeped in grief for the loss of my mate 30 years back. July has always been clouded by horror and longing. Oh I still have that, but this time something wonderful also came during July. Now, it will be a few more years before we hook back up in the spirit world, and today, that’s ok, I can accept that my deeds here are not finished.
was up at the butt crack of dawn, dog and I went foraging in the woods. found some useful things as well as much needed time with my place of origin. Ahhh, when we got home, we realized we have enough, so life is not so worrisome. I took a few good updated pis of my left cheek today, Day 32 of cannabis oil treatment. OH MY will try again to get them into the computer so I can show everybody. Yes, it’s going away too
Hey sweeties, I got something ta show ya…..32 day of Cannabis Oil treatment on basal cell carcinoma Am Blissing. thank you everybody, it is so much more than believed could happen and one more Believer.
thank you Brandon, even while my head was up my ass in so much illness, I did manage to do this one right. Have you noticed, the loss of negativity and a more workable bullshit filter? I think the oil fixed that too. No more tv crap just real info, haven’t gamed either. now that I can move about freely, I see no reason to continue a burning butt from sitting on it. Those were long days indeed.
I have been dosing a little on the high side Brandon. I don’t feel stoned at all just a good feeling of well being. I have been drinking a lot of milk to help with the tummy. I used all the dry plant material I had to make this batch. I miss smokin a bowl but certainly not complaining. better to live to get stoney another day. oh, the plants I grow are an afgani strain. I’ve tried in vein to get Bubblegum and Blueberry to maturity, but Sheesh! they are some touchy ladies.
if you look just below the area that has just healed by cannabis oil, there is a pink area. This is a pitted scar from having some froze a few years ago.

Day 38: no, I am taking no meds for him to med check anymore thanks to cannabis oil. been having a great deal of pain in butt and legs because of sciatic nerve. started butt crunches and it will be better soon. saw my psych doctor today, he said that he has no reason to continue seeing me if I am not eating their drugs anymore. He said I look great, noticed my gate is smoother than it’s been since 2006 with far less restrictions to range of motion, far less stuttering and arm flailing. . . . Hmmm there is still some pain that comes and goes with those lymph nodes but I do not detect anything of concern anymore by self exams. It feels so good to be able to get myself to town and back, and still put in a full afternoon at the shop. Fatigue and vertigo kept me shiftless for so long, I dare not waste another second fermenting

Day 40: I would rather have the pain than the lethargy. I haven’t been worrying so much lately about collapsing to the floor, coming to and dragging myself to the chair and collapsible again, not giving a poo if I woke up. sometimes living alone is ok. It doesn’t subject others to wonder with me. Lol

August 9th. Day 50: life is better in so many ways. The only glaring problem left is this excruciating relentless stabbing pain in my back. Now comes the exercise to build back some muscle so this pain is not so pissy. Yep, that’s what’s up. Holistic life style

never have been able to tolerate opiates and acetaminophen is no better. Now that I am up and moving around, surely I could use this time to correct not cover a problem

there must be something wrong with that trigger point Wanda. It all the time feels like my back is going to rip apart. have been using a tens unit again. and am thinking that by my newfound mobility, I have riled the beasts again. Hope in time that it will grow to love me again. Lol

Day 60: Oh my Goodness! So much has changed the past 2 months. I’ve been up and moving without restrictions. The lymph nodes are still sending up phantom pains now and then but there is No abnormalities to be palpated. The skin cancer on my cheek has been gone for a couple weeks and I am eating much better also. During this past 2 months I also went off the last of the psych meds the doctor thought I should eat. Good thing for me in that the crap was killing the most important things I have, a heart and a brain. People Need those and it saddens me to see so many that do not yet understand what is happening to them via the drugs the government says are safe, ARE NOT SAFE.
~Blessed Be the Cannabis Oil~

CDPHE, Please keep to the LAW Regarding Privacy

CDHPE Violates Patients Privacy

This past Wednesday, several patients came out in support of the CDHPE MMJ Privacy breach. I’m sure you heard that the CDHPE rejected a petition to stop police from getting our private patient data. Wait, What? You didn’t know about it? Didn’t the Registry contact you about it? Isn’t it is the duty of the Health department to “notify all mmj patients of any changes in the code?” It would be easy to post about the violation on their website, in fact, it should be mandatory! However, they “didn’t realize they were in violation,” so that must be why they didn’t post it? Really?
In Colorado Revised Statues, Regulation 5 it states:
“A). Authorized employees of state or local law enforcement agencies shall be granted access to the information contained within the department’s registry ONLY for the purpose of verifying that an individual who has PRESENTED a registry identification card to a state or local law enforcement official is lawfully in possession of such card. The department shall report to authorized state or local law enforcement officials whether a patient’s registry identification card has been suspended because the patient no longer has a debilitating medical condition.”
So, what’s the problem? Several patients have come forward with the same story. They get stopped for whatever reason, in another state and after the officer calls in, he somehow has knowledge that said person is a “red-card” holder. How can this be? They didn’t offer up the information, so how did they get it? Isn’t the Registry supposed to be confidential and protected? Officers are ONLY supposed to have this knowledge if said person presented them a red-card. In all of these instances, no red-card was presented.
For me, this is a huge problem! It’s bad enough the daily discrimination we face as cannabis patients. We have no protection in housing, employment, CPS or otherwise. The state reeled us in, took our money and then screwed us, bottom line! Offering us “protection and Confidentiality” and we have NONE! Oh, that’s right, we have A20, affirmative defense.
That’s all we have…As far as I’m concerned, the CDHPE should be held accountable. The program should be revised and they should pay a fine! But, I doubt that will EVER happen. It’s all a dangling carrot and the state has and is making bank off of sick people. We get treated like second class citizens and all we want is to be well. To be able to treat ourselves with a plant, without putting poison into our bodies. A plant that works for us all!

Audrey Hatfield/ President C4CPR website: http://www.c4cpr.org/

Another eye witness to the protest has this to say

MMJ Wobble me

“My comments on the CDPHE illegal violations, first I believe that the CDPHE has proven to be incompetent and no patient should feel confident that this government agency will honor the American peoples rights and protections, furthermore their lack of intelligence is no excuse for the crimes they have committed on innocent mmj patients and all parties of this breach should be terminated, in fact I strongly believe that the mmj patients are better off without an illegal database. I believe that the CDPHE hasn’t fulfilled its end of the deal by passing protected information to those who have no business having it, and it for their ignorance have put near 200,000 mmj patients in harms way by exposing anonymous locations and personal information which would be used to incriminate oneself, I say terminate the CDPHE database and we would rid the mmj patients from an unnecessary harm.”

Privacy is near and dear to the man behind the MMJ Wobble Me pen name. He has even created a social network online meant to offer more privacy while still offering the social networking of sites such as Facebook.

He has this to say about the site he created, “WobbleMe where we care about our natural, god given, human, constitutional and protections.

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you may visit the site he created here:  http://wobbleme.com/

Images of the protest By: Mr. MMJ Wobble me they are his intellectual property and used with his permission.

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Were you down in Denver at the recent CDPHE privacy protest? Do you have pictures or a story to share about the experience? I am working on a writing piece highlighting the protest and why it is important and I want to hear from you. Couldn’t make it down to the protests but still have an opinion? i would like to hear that as well…. be sure to let me know if you wish your commentary to appear in the article or if you are just registering your opinion to help me form my arguments. If you have photos, please let me know whom the photo credit should go to…. Thanks in advance. email to btokeefer@gmail.com or comment below.

more news stories on this protest:

Colorado health authorities reject emergency privacy petition

DENVER (AP) — Colorado health authorities have rejected an emergency petition from medical marijuana patients to destroy the state patient registry because of security breaches.

The state Board of Health apologized Wednesday to marijuana patients who demanded they destroy the 107,000-person marijuana patient registry. The patients are angry about security problems outlined in a June audit. However, the health board unanimously rejected the emergency request, saying they want to hear from the state attorney general before proceeding.

Colorado’s medical patient list is supposed to be accessible to law enforcement only under limited circumstances. But state auditors in June blasted the health department for lax security of the registry. The official who manages the registry told board members the security problems are being addressed.

Some marijuana patients on Colorado’s registry put paper bags over their heads to protest the Board of Health meeting on Wednesday.

http://www.nbc11news.com/news/headlines/Colorado-marijuana-patients-protest-privacy-breaches-220503261.html

Colorado Marijuana Patients Protest Privacy Breaches

DENVER (AP/CBS4) — Medical marijuana patients asked Colorado health authorities on Wednesday to destroy and rebuild the state’s 107,000-person marijuana patient registry because of security breaches.

The Board of Health unanimously rejected the emergency petition. But officials expressed alarm about a recent state audit showing the Colorado Department of Health and Environment isn’t keeping the registry confidential, as required by law.

“Patients can lose their jobs and they’ve had their children taken away, all because it’s been found out they’re a medical marijuana patient,” a medical marijuana patient who didn’t want to be identified for privacy reasons told CBS4.

Colorado last year made marijuana legal for all adults, but medical marijuana cards are still required to shop in dispensaries.

Colorado’s medical marijuana patient list is supposed to be accessible to law enforcement only under limited circumstances. But state auditors in June blasted the health department for lax security of the registry.

In one 2012 case, the health department turned over 107 names to an officer investigating a dispensary, a violation of the protocol for sharing registry information with authorities. In another case, the health department shared with auditors the names of 5,400 people designated to grow marijuana on behalf of others, without notifying the caregivers of the breach.

Auditors also criticized the health department for not getting confidentiality agreements from temporary employees hired to help process medical marijuana applications.

“The registry is compromised beyond repair. We don’t believe there’s any reason to trust this,” said Laura Kriho, who leads a patient advocacy group and filed the emergency petition asking the health department to destroy the database and start it again.

About a dozen protesters pulled paper bags over their heads to protest the privacy breaches outside the Board of Health meeting.

“That is why we are wearing paper bags over our heads; to symbolize these little pieces of paper are probably doing a better job protecting our confidentiality than the health department has,” the patient at the rally said.

“I’m disgusted. No other patients’ medical information is treated this way,” protester Kathleen Chippi said.

The administrator of Colorado’s pot patient registry insisted the state is making security upgrades suggested in the audit. Ron Hyman, the state’s registrar of vital statistics, said the agency needs more time to work with law enforcement and other state agencies to rectify problems involved in keeping the database secure.

“We take security and confidentiality of our registry very seriously,” Hyman said.

Hyman told the health board that isolated breaches notwithstanding, police are allowed to perform only individual registry checks, and only if the patient provides a registry number.

“The way it works is they submit information from the registry card that includes first and last name of the registered, the date of birth, and unique identification number,” Hyman said. “We feel we have prudent practices in place … they are not permitted to go on fishing expeditions.”

And the Colorado Bureau of Investigation confirmed to CBS4 they have a link to the registry. The health department agreed to improve security, but patients say it needs to be done sooner rather than later.

“One of the main reasons that we have a medical marijuana registry is because of the discriminations patients face,” a patient said.

Washington state, the only other state to allow medical and recreational marijuana use, does not keep a patient registry.

Colorado’s medical registry has declined since adult use was made legal, but only slightly. Colorado had 108,481 patients a month before the legalization measure passed, and 106,817 patients at the end of June, the most recent statistics available.

The protesters said they want the registry to continue, but they want it to be rebuilt and kept more secure. Colorado’s pot patients can possess more marijuana than recreational users, and they could face lower taxes, depending on what voters approve this November.

- By Kristen Wyatt, AP Writer

http://denver.cbslocal.com/2013/08/21/colorado-marijuana-patients-protest-privacy-breaches-2/

Colorado board rejects petition to stop cops from getting data on med pot users

POSTED:   08/21/2013 02:45:58 PM MDT55 COMMENTS
UPDATED:   08/22/2013 01:04:40 AM MDT
Wayward Bill Chengelis, Chairman of the U.S. Marijuana Party, along with other marijuana patients on Colorado’s registry, attending a state Board of Health meeting, Aug. 21, 2013. (RJ Sangosti, The Denver Post)

The state Board of Health on Wednesday rejected an emergency petition filed by medical marijuana patients who urged the panel to halt the sharing of patient information with law enforcement.

A June audit found that the Colorado Department of Health and Environment hasn’t kept the registry confidential.

The board apologized to marijuana patients who demanded they destroy and rebuild the 107,000-person registry. Information from the registry is supposed to be accessible to law enforcement only under limited circumstances.

Board president Laura Davis said the panel doesn’t have enough information to determine that the registry is not working properly.

That information will come from the state Attorney General’s Office, which so far has made no formal recommendations about what, if anything, should be changed, Davis said.

“We don’t know that we are doing anything wrong,” she said. “The prudent thing to do is have a conversation with the attorney general.”

Audrey Hatfield, president of Coloradans for Cannabis Patient Rights, said three patients had contacted her to complain that officers who stopped them and ran their names through their computers found that they were on the registry. “It has been going on for at least a year,” she said.

Ron Hyman, the state’s registrar of vital statistics, said his office has been in contact with the attorney general “to assure we are adequately following what we should be doing. The audit said we are moving through uncharted waters and we want to be prudent.”

The state has been making changes recommended in the audit, he said.

In a 2012 case, according to the audit, the health department turned over 107 names to an officer investigating a dispensary, a violation of the protocol for sharing registry information with authorities. In another case, the health department shared with auditors the names of 5,400 people designated to grow marijuana on behalf of others, without notifying the caregivers of the breach.

Auditors also criticized the health department for not getting confidentiality agreements from temporary employees hired to help process medical marijuana applications.

Laura Kriho, of the Cannabis Therapy Institute, said she would resubmit the petition. The names on the registry should be confidential “so patients won’t fear being treated as criminals.”

Marijuana activists demonstrated during the meeting outside the Colorado Department of Public Health and Environment. They wore paper bags over their heads to protest what they called the breach of confidentiality.

The Associated Press contributed to this report

The Associated Press contributed to this report

http://www.denverpost.com/breakingnews/ci_23911097/colorado-board-rejects-petition-stop-police-from-getting

Want to do something? write the CDPHE

Contact info For CDPHE

CDPHE

HSV-80608

4300 Cherry Creek Drive South

Denver, CO 80246-1530

 e-mail: medical.marijuana@state.co.us

 Web site: www.colorado.gov/cdphe/medicalmarijuana

 Phone: 303-692-2184

Lets remind ourselves what amendment 20 says in its entirety. I have highlighted some passages that deal with privacy:

0-4-287 – ARTICLE XVIII – Miscellaneous Art. XVIII – Miscellaneous

Section 14. Medical use of marijuana for persons suffering from debilitating medical conditions. (1) As used in this section, these terms are defined as follows:
(a) “Debilitating medical condition” means:
(I) Cancer, glaucoma, positive status for human immunodeficiency virus, or acquired immune deficiency syndrome, or treatment for such conditions;
(II) A chronic or debilitating disease or medical condition, or treatment for such conditions, which produces, for a specific patient, one or more of the following, and for which, in the professional opinion of the patient’s physician, such condition or conditions reasonably may be alleviated by the medical use of marijuana: cachexia; severe pain; severe nausea; seizures, including those that are characteristic of epilepsy; or persistent muscle spasms, including those that are characteristic of multiple sclerosis; or
(III) Any other medical condition, or treatment for such condition, approved by the state health agency, pursuant to its rule making authority or its approval of any petition submitted by a patient or physician as provided in this section.
(b) “Medical use” means the acquisition, possession, production, use, or transportation of marijuana or paraphernalia related to the administration of such marijuana to address the symptoms or effects of a patient’s debilitating medical condition, which may be authorized only after a diagnosis of the patient’s debilitating medical condition by a physician or physicians, as provided by this section.
(c) “Parent” means a custodial mother or father of a patient under the age of eighteen years, any person having custody of a patient under the age of eighteen years, or any person serving as a legal guardian for a patient under the age of eighteen years.
(d) “Patient” means a person who has a debilitating medical condition.
(e) “Physician” means a doctor of medicine who maintains, in good standing, a license to practice medicine issued by the state of Colorado.
(f) “Primary care-giver” means a person, other than the patient and the patient’s physician, who is eighteen years of age or older and has significant responsibility for managing the well-being of a patient who has a debilitating medical condition.
(g) “Registry identification card” means that document, issued by the state health agency, which identifies a patient authorized to engage in the medical use of marijuana and such patient’s primary care-giver, if any has been designated.
(h) “State health agency” means that public health related entity of state government designated by the governor to establish and maintain a confidential registry of patients authorized to engage in the medical use of marijuana and enact rules to administer this program.
(i) “Usable form of marijuana” means the seeds, leaves, buds, and flowers of the plant (genus) cannabis, and any mixture or preparation thereof, which are appropriate for medical use as provided in this section, but excludes the plant’s stalks, stems, and roots.
(j) “Written documentation” means a statement signed by a patient’s physician or copies of the patient’s pertinent medical records.
(2) (a) Except as otherwise provided in subsections (5), (6), and (8) of this section, a patient or primary care-giver charged with a violation of the state’s criminal laws related to the patient’s medical use of marijuana will be deemed to have established an affirmative defense to such allegation where:
(I) The patient was previously diagnosed by a physician as having a debilitating medical condition;
(II) The patient was advised by his or her physician, in the context of a bona fide physician-patient
relationship, that the patient might benefit from the medical use of marijuana in connection with a debilitating
medical condition; and
(III) The patient and his or her primary care-giver were collectively in possession of amounts of marijuana
only as permitted under this section.
This affirmative defense shall not exclude the assertion of any other defense where a patient or primary
care-giver is charged with a violation of state law related to the patient’s medical use of marijuana.
(b) Effective June 1, 2001, it shall be an exception from the state’s criminal laws for any patient or primary
care-giver in lawful possession of a registry identification card to engage or assist in the medical use of
marijuana, except as otherwise provided in subsections (5) and (8) of this section.
(c) It shall be an exception from the state’s criminal laws for any physician to:
(I) Advise a patient whom the physician has diagnosed as having a debilitating medical condition, about the
risks and benefits of medical use of marijuana or that he or she might benefit from the medical use of
marijuana, provided that such advice is based upon the physician’s contemporaneous assessment of the
patient’s medical history and current medical condition and a bona fide physician-patient relationship; or
(II) Provide a patient with written documentation, based upon the physician’s contemporaneous assessment
of the patient’s medical history and current medical condition and a bona fide physician-patient relationship,
stating that the patient has a debilitating medical condition and might benefit from the medical use of
marijuana.
No physician shall be denied any rights or privileges for the acts authorized by this subsection.
(d) Notwithstanding the foregoing provisions, no person, including a patient or primary care-giver, shall be
entitled to the protection of this section for his or her acquisition, possession, manufacture, production, use,
sale, distribution, dispensing, or transportation of marijuana for any use other than medical use.
(e) Any property interest that is possessed, owned, or used in connection with the medical use of marijuana
or acts incidental to such use, shall not be harmed, neglected, injured, or destroyed while in the possession
of state or local law enforcement officials where such property has been seized in connection with the
claimed medical use of marijuana. Any such property interest shall not be forfeited under any provision of
state law providing for the forfeiture of property other than as a sentence imposed after conviction of a
criminal offense or entry of a plea of guilty to such offense. Marijuana and paraphernalia seized by state or
local law enforcement officials from a patient or primary care-giver in connection with the claimed medical
use of marijuana shall be returned immediately upon the determination of the district attorney or his or her
designee that the patient or primary care-giver is entitled to the protection contained in this section as may
be evidenced, for example, by a decision not to prosecute, the dismissal of charges, or acquittal.
(3) The state health agency shall create and maintain a confidential registry of patients who have applied for
and are entitled to receive a registry identification card according to the criteria set forth in this subsection,
effective June 1, 2001.
(a) No person shall be permitted to gain access to any information about patients in the state health
agency’s confidential registry, or any information otherwise maintained by the state health agency about
physicians and primary care-givers, except for authorized employees of the state health agency in the
course of their official duties and authorized employees of state or local law enforcement agencies which
have stopped or arrested a person who claims to be engaged in the medical use of marijuana and in
possession of a registry identification card or its functional equivalent, pursuant to paragraph (e) of this
subsection (3). Authorized employees of state or local law enforcement agencies shall be granted access to
the information contained within the state health agency’s confidential registry only for the purpose of
verifying that an individual who has presented a registry identification card to a state or local law
enforcement official is lawfully in possession of such card.
(b) In order to be placed on the state’s confidential registry for the medical use of marijuana, a patient must
reside in Colorado and submit the completed application form adopted by the state health agency, including
the following information, to the state health agency:
(I) The original or a copy of written documentation stating that the patient has been diagnosed with a debilitating medical condition and the physician’s conclusion that the patient might benefit from the medical use of marijuana;
(II) The name, address, date of birth, and social security number of the patient;
(III) The name, address, and telephone number of the patient’s physician; and
(IV) The name and address of the patient’s primary care-giver, if one is designated at the time of application.
(c) Within thirty days of receiving the information referred to in subparagraphs (3) (b) (I)-(IV), the state health agency shall verify medical information contained in the patient’s written documentation. The agency shall notify the applicant that his or her application for a registry identification card has been denied if the agency’s review of such documentation discloses that: the information required pursuant to paragraph (3) (b) of this section has not been provided or has been falsified; the documentation fails to state that the patient has a debilitating medical condition specified in this section or by state health agency rule; or the physician does not have a license to practice medicine issued by the state of Colorado. Otherwise, not more than five days after verifying such information, the state health agency shall issue one serially numbered registry identification card to the patient, stating:
(I) The patient’s name, address, date of birth, and social security number;
(II) That the patient’s name has been certified to the state health agency as a person who has a debilitating medical condition, whereby the patient may address such condition with the medical use of marijuana;
(III) The date of issuance of the registry identification card and the date of expiration of such card, which shall be one year from the date of issuance; and
(IV) The name and address of the patient’s primary care-giver, if any is designated at the time of application.
(d) Except for patients applying pursuant to subsection (6) of this section, where the state health agency, within thirty-five days of receipt of an application, fails to issue a registry identification card or fails to issue verbal or written notice of denial of such application, the patient’s application for such card will be deemed to have been approved. Receipt shall be deemed to have occurred upon delivery to the state health agency, or deposit in the United States mails. Notwithstanding the foregoing, no application shall be deemed received prior to June 1, 1999. A patient who is questioned by any state or local law enforcement official about his or her medical use of marijuana shall provide a copy of the application submitted to the state health agency, including the written documentation and proof of the date of mailing or other transmission of the written documentation for delivery to the state health agency, which shall be accorded the same legal effect as a registry identification card, until such time as the patient receives notice that the application has been denied.
(e) A patient whose application has been denied by the state health agency may not reapply during the six months following the date of the denial and may not use an application for a registry identification card as provided in paragraph (3) (d) of this section. The denial of a registry identification card shall be considered a final agency action. Only the patient whose application has been denied shall have standing to contest the agency action.
(f) When there has been a change in the name, address, physician, or primary care- giver of a patient who has qualified for a registry identification card, that patient must notify the state health agency of any such change within ten days. A patient who has not designated a primary care-giver at the time of application to the state health agency may do so in writing at any time during the effective period of the registry identification card, and the primary care-giver may act in this capacity after such designation. To maintain an effective registry identification card, a patient must annually resubmit, at least thirty days prior to the expiration date stated on the registry identification card, updated written documentation to the state health agency, as well as the name and address of the patient’s primary care-giver, if any is designated at such time.
(g) Authorized employees of state or local law enforcement agencies shall immediately notify the state health agency when any person in possession of a registry identification card has been determined by a court of law to have willfully violated the provisions of this section or its implementing legislation, or has pled guilty to such offense.
(h) A patient who no longer has a debilitating medical condition shall return his or her registry identification card to the state health agency within twenty-four hours of receiving such diagnosis by his or her physician.
(i) The state health agency may determine and levy reasonable fees to pay for any direct or indirect administrative costs associated with its role in this program.
(4) (a) A patient may engage in the medical use of marijuana, with no more marijuana than is medically necessary to address a debilitating medical condition. A patient’s medical use of marijuana, within the following limits, is lawful:
(I) No more than two ounces of a usable form of marijuana; and
(II) No more than six marijuana plants, with three or fewer being mature, flowering plants that are producing a usable form of marijuana.
(b) For quantities of marijuana in excess of these amounts, a patient or his or her primary care-giver may raise as an affirmative defense to charges of violation of state law that such greater amounts were medically necessary to address the patient’s debilitating medical condition.
(5) (a) No patient shall:
(I) Engage in the medical use of marijuana in a way that endangers the health or well-being of any person; or
(II) Engage in the medical use of marijuana in plain view of, or in a place open to, the general public.
(b) In addition to any other penalties provided by law, the state health agency shall revoke for a period of one year the registry identification card of any patient found to have willfully violated the provisions of this section or the implementing legislation adopted by the general assembly.
(6) Notwithstanding paragraphs (2) (a) and (3) (d) of this section, no patient under eighteen years of age shall engage in the medical use of marijuana unless:
(a) Two physicians have diagnosed the patient as having a debilitating medical condition;
(b) One of the physicians referred to in paragraph (6) (a) has explained the possible risks and benefits of medical use of marijuana to the patient and each of the patient’s parents residing in Colorado;
(c) The physicians referred to in paragraph (6) (b) has provided the patient with the written documentation, specified in subparagraph (3) (b) (I);
(d) Each of the patient’s parents residing in Colorado consent in writing to the state health agency to permit the patient to engage in the medical use of marijuana;
(e) A parent residing in Colorado consents in writing to serve as a patient’s primary care-giver;
(f) A parent serving as a primary care-giver completes and submits an application for a registry identification card as provided in subparagraph (3) (b) of this section and the written consents referred to in paragraph (6) (d) to the state health agency;
(g) The state health agency approves the patient’s application and transmits the patient’s registry identification card to the parent designated as a primary care-giver;
(h) The patient and primary care-giver collectively possess amounts of marijuana no greater than those specified in subparagraph (4) (a) (I) and (II); and
(i) The primary care-giver controls the acquisition of such marijuana and the dosage and frequency of its use by the patient.
(7) Not later than March 1, 2001, the governor shall designate, by executive order, the state health agency as defined in paragraph (1) (g) of this section.
(8) Not later than April 30, 2001, the General Assembly shall define such terms and enact such legislation as may be necessary for implementation of this section, as well as determine and enact criminal penalties for:
(a) Fraudulent representation of a medical condition by a patient to a physician, state health agency, or state or local law enforcement official for the purpose of falsely obtaining a registry identification card or avoiding arrest and prosecution;
(b) Fraudulent use or theft of any person’s registry identification card to acquire, possess, produce, use, sell, distribute, or transport marijuana, including but not limited to cards that are required to be returned where patients are no longer diagnosed as having a debilitating medical condition;
(c) Fraudulent production or counterfeiting of, or tampering with, one or more registry identification cards; or
(d) Breach of confidentiality of information provided to or by the state health agency.
(9) Not later than June 1, 2001, the state health agency shall develop and make available to residents of Colorado an application form for persons seeking to be listed on the confidential registry of patients. By such date, the state health agency shall also enact rules of administration, including but not limited to rules governing the establishment and confidentiality of the registry, the verification of medical information, the issuance and form of registry identification cards, communications with law enforcement officials about registry identification cards that have been suspended where a patient is no longer diagnosed as having a debilitating medical condition, and the manner in which the agency may consider adding debilitating medical conditions to the list provided in this section. Beginning June 1, 2001, the state health agency shall accept physician or patient initiated petitions to add debilitating medical conditions to the list provided in this section and, after such hearing as the state health agency deems appropriate, shall approve or deny such petitions within one hundred eighty days of submission. The decision to approve or deny a petition shall be considered a final agency action.
(10) (a) No governmental, private, or any other health insurance provider shall be required to be liable for any claim for reimbursement for the medical use of marijuana.
(b) Nothing in this section shall require any employer to accommodate the medical use of marijuana in any work place.
(11) Unless otherwise provided by this section, all provisions of this section shall become effective upon official declaration of the vote hereon by proclamation of the governor, pursuant to article V, section (1) (4), and shall apply to acts or offenses committed on or after that date.
Enacted by the People November 7, 2000 — Effective upon proclamation of the Governor.

retrieved from: http://www.colorado.gov/cs/Satellite/CDPHE-CHEIS/CBON/1251593017076 August 23, 2013 6:39pm MDT

Over 420 People say FREE RONNIE SMITH

The Next Court Dates for Ronnie are

Attend the next court hearing for Ronnie Smith / Roland A. Duby
June 17, 2013
at 8:30 am Pacific
Superior Court – Camp Verde
2840 N. Commonwealth Drive
Camp Verde, AZ 86322

can’t attend that one?
Attend the Court hearing
June 24, 2013
at 3pm Pacific
Yavapai County Courthouse –
Prescott
120 South Cortez Street
Prescott, AZ 86303

Ronnie and I appreciate all the support. Keep us in your prayers.  The Art of Breezy Kiefair

Please join this campaign: http://chn.ge/1b9gWGU

Over 420 People have already signed a petition for Ronnie Smith’s release PLEASE JOIN THEM!

To:

The President of the United States The U.S. Senate The U.S. House of Representatives The Governor of AZ The AZ State Senate The AZ State House Gov. Janice Brewer, Arizona State Rep. Andy Tobin, Arizona-001A State Rep. Karen Fann, Arizona-001B State Rep. Brenda Barton, Arizona-006A State Rep. Bob Thorpe, Arizona-006B State Sen. Steve Pierce, Arizona-001 State Sen. Chester Crandell, Arizona-006 Sen. John McCain, Arizona Sen. Jeff Flake, Arizona Rep. Ann Kirkpatrick, Arizona-01 Rep. Paul Gosar, Arizona-04 State of Arizona

To whom it may concern,

I am writing to you about freedom. Merriam Webster defines freedom as:

Definition of FREEDOM

1

: the quality or state of being free: as

a : the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action

b : liberation from slavery or restraint or from the power of another : independence

c : the quality or state of being exempt or released usually from something onerous

d : ease, facility

e : the quality of being frank, open, or outspoken freedom>

f : improper familiarity

g : boldness of conception or execution

h : unrestricted use

2

a : a political right

b : franchise, privilege

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/freedom

But we all know that Freedom Means so much more than that.

In the united states, the word freedom has attained a near holy status since our founding fathers so long ago so boldly declared their independence from the crown and said,

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. “

The passage came to represent a moral standard to which the United States should strive. What great word and ideal is standing behind those words? Freedom.

Our constitution is similarly tied up in this idea of freedom. The People are free, that is why we fought England, to be free. So concerned are we as a people with freedom, that we amended that sacred document with the Bill of Rights.

The first amendment of the United States constitution is:

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.

We have this amendment so that people can follow their conscience. We have this amendment so that people can make up their own minds and speak it. This amendment is perhaps one of the most powerful sentences ever written. For, what free person could tolerate anyone getting between them and their understanding of a creator (or their firm belief in atheism for that matter).

Yes, we as an American people are taught to love freedom and speak about our love of that freedom from an early age.

Sure, we all love freedom, but why am I really writing to you about freedom?

I am specifically writing to you on behalf of a prisoner in the great state of Arizona. The Right Reverend Ronnie Lee Smith was stopped while traveling through your state and was detained for possessing medicinal and sacramental cannabis. The Reverend Smith holds a medical recommendation from Dr Eidleman from California. Dr. Eidleman is well known for his natural medicine. He has been in the natural healing field for over thirty years. Dr. Eidleman traveled all over the world, learning a lot about natural ways of healing the body, the mind, and the spirit. Dr. Eidleman believe that these approaches to healing and to prevention and to awakening can be a boon to each of us, and to the country as a whole.

You can read more about Dr. Eidleman here: http://dreidelman.org/Health/bio/

Colorado and California state laws both protect patients who have a doctor’s recommendation but who have not registered with the state. Reverend Smith was legal for his medicinal and religious cannabis where he was visiting in California, he was legal where he was headed (home to Colorado). The state of Arizona does have reciprocity for their state. The Reverend Smith was just passing through the state but was arrested for his sacrament and medication.

Not only is Ronnie Smith a Reverend in his own right, he is also a member of a church in Colorado called Green Faith Ministry N.A.C. Headed by Reverend Brandon Baker. The mandates of Greenfaith Ministry are as follows:

*Cannabis Is a Healing Sacrament of green faith ministry, and is MANDATED FOR ALL PATRONS TO PRACTICE SACRAMENTAL CANNABIS BURNT OFFERINGS FOR BLESSINGS OF HEALTH for reasons as follows:

*HELPS EVOLVE THE SOUL Sacramental Cannabis augments ones faith and contributes to the evolution of one’s soul as one communes with ones inner self and ones spiritual connection with the universe. *IS AN EXERCISE IN ACQUIRING SPIRITUAL ATTRIBUTES BY SHARING. Sharing Sacramental Cannabis contributes to communion with Spirit and fellowship with others in the spiritual association of the brother/sisterhood of humankind. This practice leads to the discovery and creation of one’s spiritual path. *CREATES PEACE The hand cultivation of Sacramental Cannabis exerts an ennobling and expanding influence on people. The agriculturist is a peace loving person. A nurturing association with the Sacramental Cannabis plants instills patience, quiet, peace, reverence, meditation, spiritual awareness, enlightenment and awareness of the life force. There is great therapeutic value in growing your own sacrament when it is done in conscious partnership with collective human spirituality. *ENHANCES SPIRITUAL RECEPTIVITY One’s inherent imagination and spiritual receptivity is influenced by growing harvesting and ingesting the Cannabis Sacrament. The bio-electro-neuro-chemical effects of ingestion enhances the interface between mind and spirit and augments spiritual receptivity. The effect maybe likened to what happens to the image in a microscope when a drop of oil is added on an oil immersion lens. It is magnified and amplified to the eye of the beholder. *SERVES HUMANITY AS A MEANS OF HEALING People benefit fromutilizing sacramental Cannabis in conjunction with the body/mind healing values of Cannabis. Cannabis Sacrament as medicine/nourishment for the body and the spirit should be available to those who need it for relief from AIDS, glaucoma, nausea from radiation & chemotherapy, stress, muscle spastics, asthma, loss of appetite, migraine headaches, menstrual related discomforts, and many other human maladies. One of the THC Ministry’s(as well as green faith ministry’s) Holy duties is to provide the blessing of its Cannabis Sacrament to those suffering and in need of its benevolent blessings. ***Mandates by and for members of g. f. ministry, and all other div. of thc-ministries. *Special thanks to: All Div. Of thc-Ministries World Wide, and The Religion of Jesus Churches.

Mandates retrieved from: http://www.greenfaithministry.com/whatISgf.html

more church mandates: http://www.greenfaithministry.com/more_mandates.html

More on Greenfaith ministry here: http://www.greenfaithministry.com/

To whomever is reading this, I want you to consider three things about “state of Arizona vs smith”

Ronnie Smith is a medical cannabis patient. He has nerve damage and is a cancer survivor. He uses this plant to treat pain and to prevent the return of cancer. (Google search “run from the cure” if you have not yet heard of cannabis use to cure cancer) Ronnie Smith is a Reverend protected by the first amendment and a member of a religion who mandates smoked offerings. Ronnie Smith was travelling with minimal amounts of his medicine and sacrament, clearly not warranting any element other than personal possession 21 usc 802(2) The term “administer” refers to the direct application of a controlled substance to the body of a patient or research subject by— (A) a practitioner (or, in his presence, by his authorized agent), or (B) the patient or research subject at the direction and in the presence of the practitioner,whether such application be by injection, inhalation, ingestion, or any other means. (3) The term “agent” means an authorized person who acts on behalf of or at the direction of a manufacturer, distributor, or dispenser; except that such term does not include a common or contract carrier, public warehouseman, or employee of the carrier or warehouseman, when acting in the usual and lawful course of the carrier’s or warehouseman’s business…. (10) The term “dispense” means to deliver a controlled substance to an ultimate user or research subject by, or pursuant to the lawful order of, a practitioner, including the prescribing and administering of a controlled substance and the packaging, labeling or compounding necessary to prepare the substance for such delivery. The term “dispenser” means a practitioner who so delivers a controlled substance to an ultimate user or research subject…. *(27) The term “ultimate user” means a person who has lawfully obtained, and who possesses, a controlled substance for his own use or for the use of a member of his household or for an animal owned by him or by a member of his household.

I humbly beg the representatives with the power to do so in the state of Arizona to drop the charges included in case number J-1304-CR-201300774

Ronnie Smith c/o Yavapa county Jail Inmate #036312 Unit 4 Booking # 13-02676 2830 Commonwealth Dr #105 Camp Verde, AZ 86322-9998

Respectfully,

Sincerely, [Your name]

Ways to help and more information:


Ways You can help Ronnie Smith / Roland A. Duby…
1. Sign the Petition asking the state of Arizona to free 
Ronnie L. Smith AND ASK YOUR FRIENDS TO SIGN 
http://chn.ge/1b9gWGU

2. Write Ronnie a Letter to raise his spirits
Ronnie Smith
c/o Yavapai County Jail
Inmate #036312 Unit 4
Booking # 13-02676
2830 Commonwealth Dr #105
Camp Verde, Arizona, 86322-9998
(guidelines on what NOT to send ~such as postage stamps, cash, or checks… none of these will do ronnie any good if you send them….~ here are thier rules on what can be senthttp://www.ycsoaz.gov/?page_id=349 )

3. Want to Put Money On Ronnie L. Smith’s books for phone calls and food?
https://www.offenderconnect.com/portal
create an account and log in
select offender trust fund 
use his prisoner number 036312 
in yavapai county detentions

 

Here is an even easier way to help Ronnie Smith with communication funds. To put funds on Roland A. Duby‘s books for calls
please call 1-888-988-4768
and put funds on the name Ronnie Smith
DOB 08/20/66
Facility id: 90
please share this post  for greatest impact

4. donate to the lawyer fund here:
https://www.wepay.com/donations/1926515101
ronnie-l-smith-lawyer-fund

5. you can buy art prints from The Art of Breezy Kiefair to help support the phone 
calls. https://www.wepay.com/fb/stores/628249

6. Write Arizona News Media and ask them to cover 
the Ronnie Smith Story. Remind them that 
over 420 people have already signed a petition for 
his release https://www.change.org/petitions/state-of-arizona-
free-ronnie-smith

7. Attend the court hearing 
June 17, 2013
at 8:30 am Pacific
Superior Court – Camp Verde
2840 N. Commonwealth Drive
Camp Verde, AZ 86322

8. Attend the Court hearing
June 24, 2013
at 3pm Pacific
Yavapai County Courthouse – 
Prescott
120 South Cortez Street
Prescott, AZ 86303

9. Raise awareness by sharing links and news stories about Ronnie as they happen. Feel free to create your own links to raise awareness and share around. There are a lot more links to share located within this note: https://www.facebook.com/notes/breezy-kiefair/free-ronnie-smith/10151505521999139 as well as several locations external to facebook.

10. Contact Breezy Kiefair to see if there are any research or other tasks that could be helpful.

11. No matter how you communicate with the divine or the invisible strings of energy within the universe, please offer good energy towards Ronnie and all of his patients waiting for him to be released. Focus on the health needs of these individuals in addition to offering strength to him to battle a very corrupt county.

He has a status hearing scheduled for June 24th at 3pm. He has been appointed advisory counsel from a public defender

A Phone Call From Ronnie!

by Breezy Kiefair

Petition Organizer

a video of a call with Ronnie Smith from the Yavapai County Jail. Our beloved Roland A. Duby talks about his upcoming court date on June 3, sends a message to his former roomates, and checks on his lady ( Breezy Kiefair ‘s ) health…. he asks that any locals who can make it to the June 3 8am hearing do so!

State of AZ vs Smith Case number: J-1304-CR-201300774 Prosecuting attorney: Jay K. Ireland Judge: Tina R. Ainley Yavapai County Courthouse 120 South Cortez St, Room 103 Prescott, AZ 86303

Ronnie Speaks about the arrest

by Breezy Kiefair

Petition Organizer

In this video, Ronnie speaks about the day he was arrested and the injustice that day.

He really needs our support. Please keep sharing the petition and consider dropping Ronnie a Letter. He could really use some funds placed on his books in the form of MONEY ORDERS. a 6 minute call costs us $20 and the calls have needed to be much longer than 6 minutes lately. As of this morning, I have put the last of my medication money for the month onto Ronnie Smith’s books for phone calls in faith some sales will be made of my art to hold my medication needs over for the rest of the month.

Ronnie Smith c/o Yavapai county Jail Inmate #036312 Unit 4 Booking # 13-02676 2830 Commonwealth Dr #105 Camp Verde, AZ 86322-9998 donation link: https://www.wepay.com/donations/ronnie-l-smith-lawyer-fund or you can buy art from Breezy Kiefair to help support the phone calls.

https://www.wepay.com/fb/stores/628249

more links:http://kentuckymarijuanaparty.org/latest-news/78-ronnie-lee-smith-incarcerated-for-cannabis-in-az

http://the-human-solution.org/blogs-category/help-defend-ronnie-smith/

please view the following linkshttp://kiefair.com/2013/04/28/help-defend-ronnie-smith/http://kiefair.com/2013/05/02/free-ronnie-smith/

breezy kiefair on the radio with Paula Gloria , Joe Grumbine, Joe Barton and more talking about Ronnie Lee Smith. You can hear the show here:http://www.blogtalkradio.com/papsite-radio/2013/05/05/one-and-a-half-hours-of-sensibility

the excerpt where ronnie is discussed: 

here is a playlist of videos that feature Ronnie Smith. Some of them he is just a voice off camera and others he is the oil maker responsible for the oil in the video. I hope this helps.much love Breezy Kiefairhttp://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLwc43UiVjiuei4EEsVLLENxtNMH1ASuwl

please sign the petition for his release: (432  signatures so far the morning of June 13, 2013)

http://www.change.org/petitions/state-of-arizona-free-ronnie-smith please sign the petition for his release.

If you wish to donate to his defense, please visit:https://www.wepay.com/donations/ronnie-l-smith-lawyer-fund

music videos:

need oil because Ronnie Smith is in jail? here is how to make it.http://kiefair.com/2013/05/25/how-to-make-phoenix-tears/

Letter to the Judge asking for Leniency

Ronnie Smith

c/o Yavapa County Jail

Inmate #036312 Unit 4

Booking # 13-02676

2830 Commonwealth Dr #105

Camp Verde, AZ 86322-9998

10 June 2013

Honorable Judge Tina R. Ainley

Yavapai County Courthouse – Prescott120 South Cortez StreetPrescott, AZ 86303

Honorable Judge Tina R. Ainley;

I am writing in regards to Mr. Ronnie L. Smith, inmate #036312, booking #13-02676

My name is Breedheen O’Rilley Keefer. My partner’s name is Ronnie Lee Smith. He is a law abiding patriot with a history of going through great lengths to practice his religion and choice of medicine legally, because he has respect for the law. Unfortunately, due to mistake of fact during a trip from California back home to Colorado, both locations where he medicates and worships legally with marijuana, he is now sitting in a jail cell hoping for your mercy.

Ronnie Lee Smith is a cancer survivor, but faces a risk of the cancer returning without access to his medication. He is also my caregiver. I myself am in poor health and each day that passes without his assistance finds me in even worse shape. Ronnie’s detention is an unbearable hardship for the both of us, and places us both in jeopardy as far as our health is concerned.

By assigning labels to a person, we systematically dehumanize them. When Arizona law enforcement officers assigned the label “suspect” to Ronnie Lee Smith, they began a process to dehumanized him, forgetting that he is also a human being who has medical conditions as well as a spirit that has chosen to worship within a religion.

When we limit our observations of an individual to a single facet of their being, we loose sight of the whole. We loose sight of the fact that Mr. Ronnie Smith has a loving companion back home waiting for him, experiencing her own health deteriorate at a rapid pace accellerated by the stress of awaiting a man who is being detained and prevented from caring from his own health, let alone helping to caretake his loved ones.

When we loose sight of the person who Mr. Ronnie Lee Smith is, it may be easy to persecute a label.

We ask that you not loose sight of Mr. Ronnie Lee Smith, the ENTIRE person. The person, who, as a medical patient of both California and Colorado, was traveling through Arizona carrying his personal medication on him. Taking a route through Arizona, due to the fact that he was attempting to stay within the boarders of states that understood compassionate care with cannabis. He was attempting to obey the law.

Unfortunately for Mr. Smith, and his ill companion back home; he was labeled a suspect.

Now, he is being held without access to the very medication that keeps him healthy. His companion back home is braving another cancer scare alone, without the man who is her very soul mate.

Why? Why is Arizona intent on prosecuting Mr. Smith? Doesn’t he fall with the State of Arizona’s own reciprocity in regards to Medical Marijuana? Doesn’t the Arizona Medical Marijuana Act define a “Visiting Qualifying Patient” in 36-2801 item 17?

We humbly ask you to take in consideration the fullness of the human condition that is Mr. Ronnie Lee Smith. We also ask that you take into consideration his failing health within the confines of the penal system. We ask that you relieve the state and the system of caring for Mr. Smith and release him into the care of his friends and intentional family who dearly love him.

Mr. Ronnie Lee Smith is a person who, as a patient was traveling with his medication between two states where he has seen physicians for his conditions. While traveling home, he has been sorely detained and only wishes to return to his home in Colorado where both his loving companion as well as his church anxiously await his return. We humbly ask that you grant that desire.

Ronnie is a good person who is non-violent and poses no threat of harm to society. I am asking for leniency on his behalf. First and foremost I would like to request his release on his own recognizance and dismissal of all charges so that he can come home and focus on his health and mine. If that is not an option, we are still requesting leniency, perhaps a release with time served. Ronnie has done so much to aid sick people across this Nation. Please give us hope that he may continue his cancer treatments and continue to aid in my recovery as well.

I have faith that the right course of action will be considered by the justice system.

Thank you for considering this request for leniency.

Sincerely,

Breedheen O’Rilley Keefer

 

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