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Cannabis Community, Skunk Magazine Honors: Dr. Maya Angelou: Tribute to a Phenomenal Life

Dr. Maya Angelou Tribute to a Phenomenal Life (from Skunk Magazine Volume 10 Issue 1)

By: Pebbles Trippet and others

Breezy Kiefair of Please Bogart My Art and Kiefair.com has once again been given special permission from the Skunk Magazine Staff to reprint one of their articles. This time, the article covers the passing of the late, great, Dr. Maya Angelou whose own website touts as “a global renaissance woman” In the below article, the Cannabis Community pays homage to Maya, her cannabis connections, and the ripples her words have made over 50 plus years of public life. This Article appears in Volume 10 Issue 1 of Skunk Magazine.

You may click on any of the below images for a close up for ease of reading except the cover photo. 

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Cover Volume 10 Issue 1 Skunk Magazine (click to visit the skunk store where you can order back issues of skunk!)

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Rest in meter, rest in rhyme rest poet laureate we are grateful for what time we were allowed to share with you words linger on inspiring and blue ~Breezy Kiefair art by Please Bogart my art

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So, how would you like to WIN a 16 x20 Poster or 8×10 Print of the portrait of Maya Angelou that appears in this issue of SKUNK!???

How to win 1. Share this image to your wall 2. Buy a copy of skunk volume 10 issue 1 3. Take a selfie holding the magazine 4. Pm it to breezy kiefair or please bogart my art, alternatively you may email the selfie to btokeefer@gmail.con First person to show me proof of pages gets a 16x20 poster of the image honoring Maya Angelou. Second place is an 8x10 print of the same image. Invite your friends and keep your eyes peeled for skunk especially in barnes and nobles and 7/11s Full rules for winning located at event page  on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/270664136471710/

How to win 1. Share this image to your wall ( https://www.facebook.com/kiefyart/photos/gm.270664323138358/822571831086866/?type=1 ) 2. Buy a copy of skunk volume 10 issue 1 (check your local Barnes and Noble or 7/11 or order from Skunk Magazine’s website 3. Take a selfie holding the magazine 4. Email selfie to breezy.kiefair@facebook.com, pm to Please Bogart My Art, or you may email the photograph of yourself with the magazine to btokeefer@gmail.con The first person to show me proof of pages WINS A FREE 16×20 inch poster of the image honoring Maya Angelou. Second place is an 8×10 inch print of the same image. Invite your friends and keep your eyes peeled for skunk especially in barnes and nobles and 7/11s Full rules for winning located at event page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/270664136471710/

I began publicizing this contest when I got word that the magazines had been shipped from Canada to the distributors in the USA  around July 18th. Readers Rushed to the racks only to find them strangely void of skunk magazine. Again and again from different parts of the country it was the same story… either the store carried the magazine but only had the best of volume 9 or the store didn’t seem to know what magazine the customer was speaking about. Here is an example and some answers from Pebbles Trippet of Skunk Magazine

https://www.facebook.com/breezy.kiefair/posts/843683855651625:5

I have not had any entries yet from any location to win the 16×20 poster (first prize) or the 8×10 (second prize) in my contest WIN a 16x 20 Poster or 8×10 print of the Skunk Mag Maya Angelou image. My portrait of Maya Angelou appears in an article by Pebbles Trippet in SKUNK Magazine volume 10 issue 1 (page 24)

People seem to be having trouble finding the magazine… so everyone has an equal chance of winning the prints.

Please see the event from Please Bogart My Art and Breezy Kiefair for further details
https://www.facebook.com/events/270664136471710/

 

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Finally got to lay eyes on the magazine with my art in it! Thanks to Toni Fox and Pebbles Trippet for making sure that I got a couple of copies in my hands. Thanks for the honor of letting my art honor Maya Angelou</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>I have not had any entries yet from any location to win the 16×20 poster (first prize) or the 8×10 (second prize) in my contest WIN a 16x 20 Poster or 8×10 print of the Skunk Mag Maya Angelou image. My portrait of  Maya Angelou appears in an article by Pebbles Trippet in SKUNK Magazine volume 10 issue 1 (page 24) </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>People seem to be having trouble finding the magazine… so everyone has an equal chance of winning the prints.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Please see the event from Please Bogart My Art and Breezy Kiefair for further details<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
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Finally got to lay eyes on the magazine with my art in it! Thanks to Toni Fox and Pebbles Trippet for making sure that I got a couple of copies in my hands. Thanks for the honor of letting my art honor Maya Angelou

I have not had any entries yet from any location to win the 16×20 poster (first prize) or the 8×10 (second prize) in my contest WIN a 16x 20 Poster or 8×10 print of the Skunk Mag Maya Angelou image. My portrait of Maya Angelou appears in an article by Pebbles Trippet in SKUNK Magazine volume 10 issue 1 (page 24)

People seem to be having trouble finding the magazine… so everyone has an equal chance of winning the prints.

Please see the event from Please Bogart My Art and Breezy Kiefair for further details
https://www.facebook.com/events/270664136471710/

  • Nina Cooper Emerson Not at my local 7-11….I’m still looking!
  • Breezy Kiefair That’s what I’m hearing again and again. Its real sad these retail outlets make deals with magazine companies and do not make the magazines themselves available to customers. I guess we as customers just need to keep bugging them…. maybe we need to start writing barnes and noble and 7/11’s customer service emails???
  • Nina Cooper Emerson The guy I asked said..”They just bring them when they bring them.” I wonder who distributes for 7-11….hmmm.
  • Pebbles Trippet That is a good question. And there’s a distinction between franchise and non-franchise. Please find out what you can so we can make Skunk more available in this country..
  • Pebbles Trippet We have permission from Skunk editor, John Vergados, to make the entire Maya Angelou Tribute, artwork and cover available for reading the text. Open the floodgates, Breezy.
  • Nina Cooper Emerson The weekly magazines are up front….the guy said that every 7-11 gets them on different days…like one will get on a Tues….another on Wed…etc. But for the monthly/quarterly magazines, it isn’t as clear as to when they come. He didn’t know much more than that… I’ll try to get to Barnes and Noble this weekend.
    • Part of the problem is inherent in distribution of a Canadian marijuana magazine in the US where you don’t know the community terrain–such as head shops & hemp stores with literature sections, used bookstores and local liquor stores. So Skunk Mag found an avenue thru Barnes&Noble Books, a national chain, and certain 7/11 markets and local liquor stores that already carry High Times, tatoo & porn mags. Marijuana prohibition plays a part in this lack of access, which is exactly what it’s supposed to do. What about dispensaries? Some are turned off by anything that is not essentially medical in nature (O’Shaughnessy’s is ok because it is based in high-powered cannabinoid science but Skunk is not, because it is broadly speaking cultural in nature with too much skin on display.) Some of the more broadminded dispensaries concerned about their customers’ broader education eagerly stock Skunk Mag, back issues and all. But someone has to be on the lookout & ask someone in charge at these dispensaries if they will carry a high-powered monthly magazine to sell to their patients. It’s about educating those who appreciate intelligent irreverent views, how-to all-organic grow tips from the rev and in depth interviews of go-to women in the international cannabis community. Carry an issue or two with you when you visit these dispensaries and let me know which ones would like to give it a try. Here’s an example – A Mendocino County dispensary takes up an entire row of glass space with a spectrum of back Skunks, each one available for sale. Sugaree came up in conversation and they instantly went to the Oct 2013 back issue for the winner pictured there.

       

    • Breezy Kiefair I understand pebbles… what I don’t understand is why it took so long to hit outlets like 7/11 (still need to do my due diligence on the local barnes and noble) in a state where its logical more copies could and would be sold. It seems like a poor decision on the part of 7/11 / barnes and nobles. I could see not shipping to areas that they just WON’T sell but in weed states…. its different.
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    • Pebbles Trippet I agree, certainly in CO. It shows how literature, as opposed to product, has taken a back seat in our consciousness across the board in the prohibition scheme. Knowledge has largely been passed underground and publications are hailed if they survive aSee More
    • Breezy Kiefair perhaps this is a good topic to bring to the skunk higher ups. they need to at least be aware of the issue and working the problem…. what the solution is yet, even i dont see clearly right now, but wheels in my head are turning and the more heads working the problem the better.
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    • Breezy Kiefair i will follow up with a local barnes and noble, more 7/11s, tattered cover… i already talked you up in mile high pipe and tobacco… i usually only buy meds once a month but am looking for a new dispensary close to the new house so will talk skunk up along the way
Pebbles Trippet I told management how unavailable it is in the bustling Bay Area; they were surprised to hear it. That suggests they rely on local distributors. The question is who covers Denver and environs? The plight of print media has forced B&N out of the cities into the suburbs where it is easy to marginalize an already marginalized subject. In both the El Cerrito and Emeryville B&Ns, they had run out early in the month. I left my number, asked the supe to raise the monthly order and to start paying attention to something worthwhile. (ha) Perhaps we need to compile a local list of dispensaries and small businesses interested in adding Skunk Mag to their monthly inventory; then find local existing distributors who want to enhance their repertoire. “If they’re irresponsible we can do better”, we might say. But we do need to know who already exists. Who distributes to Tattered Cover Books? Probably not the same person as distributes to 7/11… Whoever that distributor is may want to step up & carry bulk orders of Skunk at our suggestion, especially if it’s a list we create and vouch for. People don’t know who to trust so they abstain. Here, we’re fulfilling the wish of the voters who approved the importance of access to cannabis which includes credible reliable information. 3D could top that list ordering a year’s worth of monthly Skunk bundles. Her previous free bundle was one time only in appreciation for the interview. The current v10#1 bundle was sent gratis to you, Breezy, %3D one time only for your Angelou artwork, poetry and synthesis. Now we start a new stage, stepping up cannabis consciousness with an improved distribution network of trustworthy outlets where Skunk Mag will be available with cannabis literature unread elsewhere — from Tokin’ Female activists, writers & artists, scientists in organic growing, lawyers who care, editors and publishers who make it happen. And of course the cannakids, who are raising our community in the ways of compassion.
more commentary from Pebbles can be found on these posts:
https://www.facebook.com/pebbles.trippet/posts/843305102356167
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Breezy Kiefair added 3 new photos.
7-11 located at 12285 south parker road, parker colorado 80134 has copies of this month's skunk magazine on the shelves! 2 copies left.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
Store Phone # 3038414529</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Rush to the racks! Win your free poster or print of my art from the magazine! I’d say it is a fair bet for most 7/11s in the denver metro area now…  so, grab a copy… take a selfie with the magazine and win!” width=”470″ height=”354″ /></div>
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Store Phone # 3038414529</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Rush to the racks! Win your free poster or print of my art from the magazine! I’d say it is a fair bet for most 7/11s in the denver metro area now…  so, grab a copy… take a selfie with the magazine and win!” width=”310″ height=”232″ /></div>
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Store Phone # 3038414529</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Rush to the racks! Win your free poster or print of my art from the magazine! I’d say it is a fair bet for most 7/11s in the denver metro area now…  so, grab a copy… take a selfie with the magazine and win!” width=”232″ height=”310″ /></div>
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Pebbles Trippet You can release your presumed responsibility by telling them you aren’t doing that anymore, meaning routine reviews. Your health comes first. This doesn’t preclude an occasional special tribute…& so be it.

 MORE ON ACCESS ISSUES STRAIGHT FROM PEBBLES TRIPPET

 

   On the distribution issue, our grassroots insistence that all these various outlets carry marijuana publications that speak for the broader community is critical — headshops, dispensaries, used bookstores, community centers, liquor stores, barnes & noble — all these places we frequent should be asked to carry Skunk Mag, because it represents the interests of a budding marijuana community that can no longer be denied. Everyone in their area needs to reach out on this one, let me know which outlets we can add. If there’s no distribution person in the area, the bundles go out from Montreal direct to the outlet.

 

Skunk Magazine’s purpose is to represent the interests of the broader marijuana community: intellectuals, artists, writers, home cultivators, patients, feminists, cannafamilies, ill children — the cannabis family worldwide. This month’s issue of Tokin’ Female is a tribute to the phenomenal life of Maya Angelou, featuring Breezy Kiefair’s synthesis of art and poetry and Tokin Woman’s My, Oh Maya on Angelou’s marijuana roots. Skunk Mag has provided space and respect.

 

Link to facebook event: https://www.facebook.com/events/270664136471710/

How to win
1. Share this image to your wall ( https://www.facebook.com/kiefyart/photos/gm.270664323138358/822571831086866/?type=1 )
2. Buy a copy of skunk volume 10 issue 1 (check your local Barnes and Noble or 7/11 or order from Skunk Magazine’s website
3. Take a selfie holding the magazine
4. Email selfie to breezy.kiefair@facebook.com, pm to Please Bogart My Art, or you may email the photograph of yourself with the magazine  to btokeefer@gmail.con
The first person to show me proof of pages WINS A FREE 16×20 inch poster of the image honoring Maya Angelou. Second place is an 8×10 inch print of the same image.
Invite your friends and keep your eyes peeled for skunk especially in barnes and nobles and 7/11s
Full rules for winning located at event page on facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/events/270664136471710/

How to win 1. Share this image to your wall 2. Buy a copy of skunk volume 10 issue 1 3. Take a selfie holding the magazine 4. Pm it to breezy kiefair or please bogart my art, alternatively you may email the selfie to btokeefer@gmail.con First person to show me proof of pages gets a 16x20 poster of the image honoring Maya Angelou. Second place is an 8x10 print of the same image. Invite your friends and keep your eyes peeled for skunk especially in barnes and nobles and 7/11s Full rules for winning located at event page  on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/270664136471710/

How to win 1. Share this image to your wall ( https://www.facebook.com/kiefyart/photos/gm.270664323138358/822571831086866/?type=1 ) 2. Buy a copy of skunk volume 10 issue 1 (check your local Barnes and Noble or 7/11 or order from Skunk Magazine’s website 3. Take a selfie holding the magazine 4. Email selfie to breezy.kiefair@facebook.com, pm to Please Bogart My Art, or you may email the photograph of yourself with the magazine to btokeefer@gmail.con The first person to show me proof of pages WINS A FREE 16×20 inch poster of the image honoring Maya Angelou. Second place is an 8×10 inch print of the same image. Invite your friends and keep your eyes peeled for skunk especially in barnes and nobles and 7/11s Full rules for winning located at event page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/270664136471710/

 

 

 

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Guest Author Post: House of Mirrors by: Steve Bass

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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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:
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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!)

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Broken Back Blues: Hope and a call for prayer for Gramma Maggic 420

Broken Back Blues: a call for prayer for Gramma Maggic 420

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Gramma Maggic 420

A frequent guest writer for Kiefair.com recently fell off a tall ladder and broke her back. What follows are her posts in chronological order. There is an amazing tale of cannabis and its effectiveness for pain here.

it is an amazing testimony to the power of prayer and the plant when you read it from beginning to end… I’ve taken Gramma Maggic 420’s facebook posts in the reverse chronological order and put them in chronological order from the time Maggie fell.

~~~~~~~~~~UPDATE~~~~~~~~~

Since my hospital discharge (and to the surprise and amazement of several specialists yesterday); I have not only kept the pain associated with the break in my back under control, but have done so with no pharmacological intervention.

Unfortunately, my only medication is not free. I have not had a personal harvest since last October, my husband has been longer. We are both on disability.

We have been donated a wonderful amount of coconut oil that is holding, but our supply of flower is exhausted.

If anyone in the area can help, it will be repayed in kind.
Please contact Keith or myself. Thanks in advance!!!

Our email to send help directly through PayPal is kthfld@gmail.com

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Maggie Floyd
I took a bad fall from the attic onto my back . I am in bad pain waiting on the ct scan on my lower back. — with Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
Finally got ct results back. NO SPINAL OR BONE INJURIES after falling 10 feet off of a ladder.
Thank you all for your prayers. I thank Heavenly Father for keeping me safe in His care.
Spams in my back are still level 9.5….and I could really use some 420…but I WILL HEAL 
 — feeling blessed with Margaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.

 

Admitted to hospital after 10 ft fall to control spasms & start rehab.I received a Priesthood blessing before parametics transported me to the hospital.NO SPINAL OR BONE INJURIES after falling 10 feet off of a ladder.Thank you all for your prayers. I thank Heavenly Father for keeping me safe in His care.
Spams in my back are still level 9.5….and I could really use some 420…but I WILL HEAL  — with Margaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

Okay….the worst part about being in the hospital after the fall actually isn’t the pain anymore.
It is being a newlywed and being away from my hubby all night for the first time since our wedding.
Miss you, Keith!
Back is getting somewhat better….able to walk to bathroom with walker and help with only a 8.5 increase in pain instead of a 10!
Hopeful that means after a bit more rest that I can go home! (Staying downstairs for a bit….just sayin!
I pray for everyone to invite Jesus Christ and His Love and Lighte into their lives….He sure saved my life today! — feeling lonely with Maggie Floyd andKeith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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Gettin dozey again. Emotionally and physically drained.
Very grateful to my Lord in Heaven for the restored Priesthood & all of it’s blessings!
Praying that each and every one is surrounded by the love and lighte of Jesus Christ tonight and always.
I sure appreciate everyone and their prayers to Heavenly Father on my behalf!!!
He has listened & granted me blessings beyond belief!!!
 — feeling tired withMaggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
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Please pray for Margaret Ellen Floyd aka Maggie Floyd (slighte) aka Gramma Magicc 420 a frequent guest writer on http://kiefair.com/ and the editor of my next book “bogart my art”. She fell from a tall ladder and seriously injured her back. I understand she is in need of cannabis cure oil or raw materials to produce it. Anyone in washington state who could give an assist would be greatly appreciated for their efforts.
they are keeping her in the hospital overnight… sounds pretty serious to me.someone else was willing to speak up for me just yesterday and i had my needs filled. the least i can do is ask for someone else in as great or greater need than my own.
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Please pray for Margaret Ellen Floyd aka Maggie Floyd (slighte) aka Gramma Magicc 420 a frequent guest writer on http://kiefair.com/ and the editor of my next book “bogart my art”. She fell from a tall ladder and seriously injured her back. I understand she is in need of cannabis cure oil or raw materials to produce it. Anyone in washington state who could give an assist would be greatly appreciated for their efforts.
they are keeping her in the hospital overnight… sounds pretty serious to me.
someone else was willing to speak up for me just yesterday and i had my needs filled. the least i can do is ask for someone else in as great or greater need than my own.
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I apologize for my earlier post and mood.
Waking up in pain in the hospital being put on opioid pain medication I didn’t ever want to be on again in my life.
This accident and injury has been humbling to say the least. I really do appreciate all of the prayers and help.All of you are wonderful and amazing. I am blessed to have so many people to call “friends”….what I also call my Intentional Family.May the Love and Lighte of Christ surround you all! My dear hubby is here helping care for me now. The best nurse a girl could ask for! (And he smells much better too!  ) — feeling apologetic with Margaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
Not sure how long they plan to keep me here. Last night was rough, waiting nervously for PT today.Bad pain episode when I tried to eat….or reach for food, I should say. Lead to a nasty mood and a personality issue with my nurse didn’t help.
Thanks to everyone for your prayers, Heavenly Father is definitely watching out for me.
I pray that the Love and Lighte of Christ surrounds all today! — feeling nervous
PT just left.
Sounds like they’re keeping me until tomorrow.
Then home with a walker and lots of instructions & cautions.
 — feeling painedat Providence Centralia Hospital.
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Physical Therapy just left.
Decision that I am not ready for home, nor is my current home ready for me.
Will be using a walker, it seems, when I am discharged.
Hubby went home to check on Athena.
It’s a long walk from the hospital to home….but he keeps doing it.
Very thankful right now for a lot…. especially my hubby!
May the love and Lighte of Christ surround you all! — feeling tired with Maggie Floyd and 2 others at Providence Centralia Hospital.
Still in the hospital.
Hubby left for home.
He is looking for a walker….apparently my grandma had a new one before she passed.
That will be interesting emotionally. I miss my grandma.
Pain level still intolerable, but I have refused opium’s derivatives since morning.Mood and physical pain were combining to make me unbearably frustrated and angry.Not sending me home until I can ambulate using a walker the distance to the bathroom at home….Still haven’t made it 1/4 way.Thank you all for your prayers. Without them, and my Heavenly Father welcomed into my life, I don’t doubt this would be much worse. — feeling lonely with Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
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Still in this silly hospital.
Perks: fluffy adjustable bed, fresh fruit & fruit juices
And bacon.Emjoying my bacon and nomming on grapes….fresh fruit and fruit juices and bacon and I didn’t have to cook it or prepare them.Even in pain (finally down to an 8.5 after my first flexaril of the day), I will look for the silver lining!Looking forward to some true medicine when I get home so I can begin to heal.May the love and Lighte of Christ surround all today!#CannabisCures #bacon #HospitalPerks — feeling determined at Providence Centralia Hospital.
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Hubby finally made it here just as the PT was starting.Better than yesterday, was my little walker-walk….more PT this afternoon and hopefully we can get this pain controlled enough for me to go home soon.Still refusing opioid (doc is sure pushy with them) pain control. I know what will work, I just need to get some.Looking forward to next week & payday. Green healing is much better than this medical paradigm. Need to make a bit of the cure & get this dang back pain under control. — with Margaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
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Called to order lunch, asked if they could toss a whole bunch of fruit and vegis in a blender & make me a smoothie…and they agreed!Being in the hospital is bad enough….but I fell on Tuesday before I put my teeth in. Trying to eat without teeth has been a challenge.At least I am finally with-it enough to ask them to blend my food up.
Maybe now, I won’t be so challenged with digestive issues & belly pain.I hope everyone’s day is full of the love and lighte of Christ.
I also hope I can start focusing on things not about my body soon. — feelingbored with Maggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
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Hubby here, and done with second PT session of the day.Physical Torture is so fun….lol….not. This whole learning to walk thing kinda sucks….and is intensely painful.But I have a lot more sympathy for my hubby and everyone else who has sustained major back injuries. Keith included. — feeling exhausted.
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A few Sisters stopped by! Thank you so much for the card and the visit, it kept my mind from becoming too stir crazy. — with Maggie Floyd and 2 others.
Just got the word: One more day in here to finish learning how to drive a walker & get to the bathroom by myself.I will be happy to go home tomorrow….and start really healing.Praying for the love & Lighte of Christ to surround all! — feeling determined withMargaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
Just got done with morning PT and the therapist was very happy with me!
Climbed up the step (with walker) and down 3 times!!!
I should be going home today!The Priesthood power of Jesus Christ has healed me….I just gotta relearn how to walk! May the love and lighte of our Lord, Jesus Christ, surround everyone today!!! — feeling grateful with Maggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
Good morning Fb’ers and fellow farmers. It’s been a little rough this morning. Out of meds and been working in the garden, I had to raise the lights and it’ll be watering time this evening  Say a prayer my wife gets to come home today!!! Happy FARMING! — feeling hopeful with Maggie Floyd in Centralia, WA.

  1. Bored, hurting and really wishing I had some 420. Conventional meds suck.Hopefully today I can get out of here….after physical torture clears me for driving a walker to the bathroom.All of those simple things just became a whole heck of a lot more difficult.LOTS of fun….guess I’ll watch a little Netflix on my phone while I pray for another short nap.Hoping the Love & Lighte of Christ surrounds all this morning. — with Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

Third night in this silly hospital.Really missing my hubby. Not cool to happen to newlyweds….but oh well. I guess I will be more careful when I climb from now on.
No more slick shoes. Had hubby throw out the ones I was wearing when it happened.Still waiting for my g’night call Saying my prayers & heading to nap…. — feeling lonely with Maggie Floyd andKeith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

Hoping this will in fact be my last night in this place….but I taught nutrition staff how to make a fruit & vegi smoothie….and I am trying to teach the rest of the staff narcotics are not necessary for pain control.Means being one tough ol lady….but with the Power of Christ’s divine Love and Lighte; I can do anything He wants me to do!Praying His Love and Lighte surrounds all of you too!!! — feeling hopeful withMargaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
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Third night in this silly hospital.Really missing my hubby. Not cool to happen to newlyweds….but oh well. I guess I will be more careful when I climb from now on.
No more slick shoes. Had hubby throw out the ones I was wearing when it happened.Still waiting for my g’night call Saying my prayers & heading to nap…. — feeling lonely with Maggie Floyd andKeith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
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Bored, hurting and really wishing I had some 420. Conventional meds suck.Hopefully today I can get out of here….after physical torture clears me for driving a walker to the bathroom.All of those simple things just became a whole heck of a lot more difficult.LOTS of fun….guess I’ll watch a little Netflix on my phone while I pray for another short nap.Hoping the Love & Lighte of Christ surrounds all this morning. — with Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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Good morning Fb’ers and fellow farmers. It’s been a little rough this morning. Out of meds and been working in the garden, I had to raise the lights and it’ll be watering time this evening  Say a prayer my wife gets to come home today!!! Happy FARMING! — feeling hopeful with Maggie Floyd in Centralia, WA.

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Just got done with morning PT and the therapist was very happy with me!
Climbed up the step (with walker) and down 3 times!!!
I should be going home today!The Priesthood power of Jesus Christ has healed me….I just gotta relearn how to walk! May the love and lighte of our Lord, Jesus Christ, surround everyone today!!! — feeling grateful with Maggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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Waiting for discharge….getting some not fun parts taken care of.Tummy pain… intestines went into some kind of shock with the fall, don’t want to work. Prune juice last two day to no avail….More medical intervention (read: “western medicine”) while I await a ride home. — feeling pained with Maggie Floyd and 2 others at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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Finally getting ready to go home from this place… — feeling blessed withMargaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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the medical industry is finally making progress — with Maggie Floyd.
Photo: the medical industry is finally making progress
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Finally home with my hubby and my puppy after a 10ft fall from an attic ladder landed me flat on my back, then onto a backboard in an ambulance to the hospital where I’ve been since Tuesday.I have so much to be grateful for: when I landed See More — feeling blessedwith Margaret Ellen Floyd and 2 others.
Photo: Finally home with my hubby and my puppy after a 10ft fall from an attic ladder landed me flat on my back, then onto a backboard in an ambulance to the hospital where I've been since Tuesday.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>I have so much to be grateful for: when I landed Tuesday, I felt something and feared that I had broken my back.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>Heavenly Father blessed me through the Missionaries who my husband called after the medics arrived. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>During the time the medics were evaluating me and transporting me, they wanted me to take IV narcotics. Being allergic to 2/3 of the ones they had available, then the third was the medication my body was dependant upon for 7 years. I said no. Continued to cry and loose myself in the white-hot pain in my back.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>This was the first of many trials of my hospitalization. I am so blessed to be here after that fall that could have easily broken or killed me. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>When the pain starts to get to me, I uncover my toes and wiggle them; and I understand how blessed I am. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>I pray that everyone invites the Love & Lighte of Jesus Christ into their lives, that they may be blessed as well.
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My discharge papers from the hospital after a 10ft fall, injuring my back. Even in Lewis County, Washington….medical community is making progress!!!

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Other than the whole not being able to sit or stand or walk; this being home thing rocks! Lol…? — feeling blessed with Maggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
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I am incredibly blessed: My husband is clanging and clattering around the kitchen making me food, while Athena and I cuddle.It is good, very good, to be home. — feeling blessed with Maggie Floyd andKeith A. Floyd at Centraila.

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My wife is cannabinated and eating dinner. She will heal… I am blessed. — feeling blessed with Maggie Floyd and Athena Brooke Floyd in Centralia, WA.

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I do know I am blessed, but right now the level 9 pain is blinding my gratefulness with:
medicare may pay for a walker but the only place that bills medicare in Lewis Co demands CASH UPFRONT.
Begged to borrow cash for dry meds from a relative, but dry meds make me cough (don’t have a vape or bubbler anymore).
No medibles, tincture or cure oil.
Pain is 9, worse when try to run a marathon to get to the bathroom from my bed without a walker they trained me to use.
Husband found the walker my dead grandma used 21 years ago; no wheels, so almost worse than having nothing.
Yes I am grateful I am alive and not paralyzed, but sometimes I just want to escape this pain hell.
Needs some help in Centralia. Poor hubby is so overwhelmed.
I can’t sit to drive, can’t stand to fix food & can’t walk because no pharmacy down in Lewis Co will fill the Rx for the wheeled walker I learned to drive at the hospital without cash upfront even though Medicare will pay for the walker.
Getting from the bed to the bathroom is excruciating without wheels on a walker. Anyone who might have a solution, please contact Keith or me.I pray everyone’s day is full of the love & Lighte of Christ. — feeling exhausted
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A big shout out and thank you to Breezy Kiefair and Mxxxx Xxxxxx Xxxxxx & Keith for conspiring to find a way to get me a care package.I am truly blessed, and also thanks to Renae who also tried to assist with the sit.The biggest thanks goes to my Heavenly Father for making sure I have so many wonderful friends (& hubby) who want me to heal asap. — feeling blessed.
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    Feeling blessed to be alive & not paralyzed this Sabbath, but still a bit sad I cannot sit yet.
    No driving or church since sitting is still unwise. Walking to the bathroom is almost a task I can do on my own.
    I know I will recover completely.
    I know I have been healed.
    I know that my Healer & Redeemer lives. His name is Jesus Christ.
    It is Him that I devote my day, today, to. I am so grateful for my life & my mobility, as painful as it is.

    …and I’m back in the hospital.Lots of fun. More pain than fun.
    Seems that things aren’t working like they should. More tests. — feeling exhausted with Margaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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    Ct results are back: not keeping me, but fitting a brace for my back (it seems a compression fracture was missed during earlier tests), giving me meds for my digestion….and contacting UW about the lack of sensation issues.Not the best news, but certainly not the worse.Heavenly Father is continuing to watch out for me, I thank everyone for their prayers. — feeling blessed with Maggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
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    Update for those interested….for friends of my hubby, Keith, too!

    Thanks everyone for your prayers!

    Margaret Ellen Floyd feeling tired

    So…..we are finally back home after another adventure at Centralia Providence Hospital….wowsa.

    So, after my evaluation & all tests were performed, they discovered that they had missed a compression fracture of my T-11 vertebrae.

    So, yes, I did break my back.

    The great news is it should heal completely.

    The not-so-fun news: 3 months (in the Summer :/) in a back brace. An appointment with a neurosurgeon at Swedish is Seattle & Urologist at UW. In addition of course to setting up appointments with physical therapy & going to my regular doc to follow up.

    Looks like my summer will be quite busy.

    Also looks like we are in Washington for the Summer. Sorry to our friends in AZ, but I will not be cleared to drive that distance for some time 

    I am very grateful to my Eternal Heavenly Father for making certain we followed up on what could have seemed like a trivial complaint.

    I am so eternally grateful to God that I was protected from further injuring my back before the break was discovered.

    I am thankful I have full use of my legs and feet. I am very grateful I will heal completely.

    I pray that the love & lighte of my Lord Jesus Christ surrounds all tonight!

    Just beginning to process the entire idea that my back is broken, and all of the medical-type intervention I have had with my body in the past week, and I will have in the next 3 months.For the first time ever, I have a partner by my side. One who has actually rehabilitated himself from 4 back surgeries.This is an opportunity for me, many of them. I will be documenting my rehabilitation. I will not give up this time. I know what it is like to succumb to the loss of my mobility, I did it in 2002. I was without my mobility, for the most part, until 2009. I had some good days, but not a lot.This time I have denied all pharmaceutical medications since my discharge from the hospital on Friday. I have had no opioids (against medical advice) since 24 hours after the fall. Once I was semi-cognizant, I said “no.”My pain has been in control (painful, but in control), since Saturday, when I was able to get some edible cannabis on board. (BIG thanks again to Breezy, Mxxxx Xxxxxx Xxxxxx &Keith for all that cross-country conversating that lead to me being able to finally find my head!).I thank all my friends & family for the prayers & thoughts as I was going through this scary situation.I thank my husband, Keith, for being the most amazing partner & friend during one of the biggest challenges I could imagine our young marriage experiencing. You are unbelievable and I couldn’t love you more!I am most grateful to my Lord & my Heavenly Father for keeping me safe & giving me the knowledge and ability to fully heal from this accident. I fell 10 feet. I still am doing amazingly well.I pray everyone has a week full of Christ’s Love & Lighte. — feeling blessed

    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

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    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>

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

    Cannabis and Me: My Testimony of a Plant Christ Created

    A Cannabis leaf in my handBefore I go any further with my tales of volunteering at a collective garden, I thought I would write a bit of a testimonial.

    Even if readers know why I use this plant medically, sometimes even I need a refresher. When I am out of my medicine, these reasons become crystal clear.

    Physicians & Pharmacists: Diagnosis & Treatment

    The first diagnosis that is listed on my medical records pertaining to the use of cannabis is intractable pain caused by damaged nerves during my last pelvic reconstructive surgery (the initial injuries happened when I was an infant then complicated with motherhood & several unsuccessful surgeries).

    From 2002-2009, I was prescribed Fenantyl via a Duragesic patch. Fenatnyl is an opioid pain medication that is about 75-100% stronger than morphine.
    My physicians repeatedly informed me that due to my pain levels, I would never be able to live off of a morphine-strength pain medication. I am allergic to morphine. Fentanyl with vicodin and percocet was how I survived for 7 years.

    During my time on opioid pain medications, I soon learned that any exertion brought nausea, as well as irritation of the initial pain. The side effects of opioids caused me to loose my teeth, and my life. I spent most of my days in a dark bedroom watching DVDs, curled up in a fetal position.

    In 2008, when my daughter graduated from high school, I was barely functioning on 19 pills a day. All prescribed by the same physician. Most were for side-effects of other medications.  During the time I was on these medications I developed other physical issues. Some where profound, like the hiatal hernia I developed during a violent vomiting episode. This has left me with chronic nausea.

    The other diagnosis that I use medical cannabis for also stems from the abuse I sustained as a small child by my father, then step-father.  PTSD and depression with anxiety are some of the major reasons that cannabis is my medication of choice.

    I have a family history that is frightening for depression. My father and grandfather both committed suicide. My aunt and I both have had several unsuccessful attempts at the same action. Major Depressive Disorder is so much more than “the blues.”

    An ironic experience I have had is one of friends getting tired of my acting out during a major depressive episode and tell me to “go take a Prozac.” The reason I find this ironic is that during the time I was being treated by physicians for my depression through pharmaceuticals (1982-2009), I exhausted every formulary; up to, and including ALL SSRIs (of which class Prozac is in). The only medication for depression that I have not been suicidal on, is Cannabis.

    For my anxiety issues, I have been prescribed at least five different medications. Some two at a time. Couch-lock has nothing on the zombifying experience of prescription anxiety medications. At least I didn’t drool much. But I was not “with-it” enough on them to live.

    When a friend suggested that instead of using vicodin or percocet for my “break-through pain” that I use cannabis (or as she so eloquently put it “smoke a bowl!”), I was leery. When I suspected that it would just get me intoxicated and waste more of my life, she pointed out that my life currently consisted of being in bed 24/7, how much more could I loose? I acquiesced and tried it.

    During the years I used cannabis as a supplement to my prescription medications, I began to live again.
    I found that if I smoked about 2-3 hits off of a pipe or joint, I had the energy to push past the pain. Then the pain began getting less. 

    The End of Prescriptions – An Alternative Presented

    When I was discharged without notice from the physician prescribing the pain medications in August 2009, it was cannabis that relieved some of the symptoms of withdrawal from the Fentanyl and Percocet. It was the only reason I was able to get through the hell of withdrawals without becoming suicidal.

    Months after I was off of all prescription medications, still exhibiting several symptoms of withdrawals as well as my primary issues of anxiety and depression as well as nausea and anorexia; I tried my first edible cannabis products. I was absolutely amazed at the results.

    The more cannabis products that I consumed, the better I felt. I began to feel HEALTHY!
    I began to be able to do so much more. I began to regain my life.

    Last year, cannabis ended up leading me to become a Latter-Day Saint. I joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints when God answered my prayers with this plant. But that’s another story for another time (feel free to follow my spiritual journey at SlightelyMormon.org).

    In the fall of 2013, at a sister-friend’s urging; I tried an experiment. I began taking a full-plant extract oil (FEO) on a daily basis. There are many names for this type of oil and many ways to process it. Some of the most common names are Rick Simpson Oil (RSO) or Phoenix Tears. My husband calls his version, without the decarboxylation step (I will post about his oil soon), “Jesus Oil.”

    No matter the name it goes by, it is an extract of the oils of the cannabis plant. I prefer the “full-plant” with the cannabinoids that are only found in the leaves and other non-bud parts of the plant included.

    Here is a link to the best explanation I have found for the processing of small batches of this type of oil, by a dear friend, Breezy Keifair: How to Make Cannabis Oil Without Alerting the Neighbors.

    As the rice-grain sized bit of oil began to be absorbed into my system, I didn’t become intoxicated nor did I feel any euphoria. In fact, as the days progressed to weeks into this experiment of daily oil, I found I was feeling less euphoria from cannabis, but more happiness over-all. My body began to feel “able”. My mind was clear. I could think, and I had energy. I didn’t hurt and my legs worked. My brain looked towards the Gospel and furthering my fores into genealogy. I could think and feel clearly.

    Thirty days into using cannabis oil daily, I felt like a new woman.

    As I have experimented with the use of cannabis for my health, it has been with the guidance of my health care providers and my “cannafamily” – an intentional family of friends.

    As I have learned about the cannabis plant, I have attempted to share this knowledge with others.

    For seven years, prescription medications took my life away from me. Several years ago, while I was in a puddle of vomit and tears, I prayed to my Heavenly Father to save me. It is He who held the branch of the cannabis plant to me. It is He that saved me, through a plant.

    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.

    Watching the Stats

    “Watching The Stats”

    People say I’m crazy doing what I’m doing,
    Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin,
    When I say that I’m o.k. they look at me kind of strange,
    Surely your not happy now you no longer play the game,

    People say I’m lazy toking my life away,
    Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to strengthen the light in me,
    When I tell that I’m doing Fine watching smoke play on the wall,
    Don’t you miss the big time girl you best get on the ball!

    I’m just sitting here watching the stats go up and up,
    They really love to read my words,
    I tell them all the things the money hounds,
    dont want the people to know,

    People asking questions lost in confusion,
    Well I warn them when i know of a problem,
    Offering solutions,
    Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I’ve lost my mind,
    I tell them there’s no hurry…
    I’m just sitting here smokin kind,

    I’m just sitting here watching the stats go up and up,
    They really love to read my words,
    I tell them all the things the money hounds,
    dont want the people to know,.
    http://youtu.be/Da69-pu_pqc
    Of Poetry, Pain and PotThe Art of Breezy Kiefair

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    see also: http://kiefair.com/2014/01/15/of-poetry-pain-and-pot-new-verses/

    How to make Cannabis Cure Oil without alerting the neighbors

    The purpose of this blogpost to assist folks in making smaller batches of cannabis cure oil (aka phoenix tears) specifically written for those in situations requiring caution and little smell, whatever those conditions may be (i.e. cancer pts in non legal states). MAKING CANNABIS CURE OIL IS EASIER THAN FOLKS THINK!!! If you wish make a small batch of cannabis cure oil aka phoenix tears on the down low or are worried about the neighbors smelling what you’re cooking, then this guide is for you.  This method works with just a little bit of raw materials to process.  I usually reclaim the alcohol solvent, but for the purposes of this post, i’m going ultra low tech and easy for people who wont take the time to run a still because they are complete novices in need of oil…

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    if you are worried about the legality of this oil, I say to you

    “When a life is at stake, and breaking a law will save it, abiding by the law is not a virtue.” ~Breezy Kiefair

    or perhaps Henry David Thoreau said it better in his work Civil Disobedience”

    If the machine of government is of such a nature that it requires you to be the agent of injustice to another, then, I say, break the law.
    Read more at: http://xroads.virginia.edu/~hyper/WALDEN/Essays/civil.html

    ******BEFORE YOU ATTEMPT TO EXTRACT

    CANNABIS CURE OIL, Please read  the following post

    first in addition to this post in its ENTIRETY.******

    FAQ’s about Phoenix Tears Therapy for the Beginner

    The Frequently asked questions about phoenix tears therapy for the beginner post covers a lot of the science regarding how and why this medication works to combat cancer. The post you are currently reading centers on how to make the cannabis cure oil.

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    PLEASE NOTE!

    I am not a doctor or licensed herbalist. I am just a lady who has traveled this path trying to offer information to other people considering walking down this path of their own free will.

    PLEASE FOLLOW ALL SAFETY PRECAUTIONS!

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    What Are Phoenix Tears?

    Quite simply, Phoenix Tears are a potent, concentrated form of the cannabis plant.  This therapy is also known as R.S.O (Rick Simpson Oil), Cannabis Cure Oil, Run From the Cure Oil, F.E.C.O (Fully Extracted Cannabis Oil), Jamaican Hash Oil (like you used to get “back in the day”) Cannabis extract, or simply hash oil. Whatever you call it, it is strong medicine that cures most cancers and can treat many disorders/diseases in the body.

    I invite you to also follow the below link for more frequently asked questions on how to use this medication.

    FAQ’s about Phoenix Tears Therapy for the Beginner

    What kind of cannabis

    do I use?

    Some of you out there are so new to cannabis that knowing what kind of cannabis to get is a difficult proposition. For others, this is basic information that I am reviewing for you.

    Cannabis is divided into two general families. They are referred to as Indicas and Sativas (there are hybrids that are described as a percentage Indica and a percentage sativa)

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    Some of the most commonly recommended strains by the Rick Simpson Camp of oil creation are white widow and white rhino. Both of these strains are good Indica strains but there are many, many other Indica strains. Indica plants have fat leaves and generally are more earthy in their flavor and smell.

    You need a strain high in both THC and CBD. I am of the opinion that all of the compounds of the plant work in concert together to heal cancer. Some people will argue with me that chlorophyll is not necessary, but truly that is a small matter.

    Indica strains tend to be sleepier and are better in my opinion for nighttime, however for me, Indica plants are also more effective for deep pain.

    Indica medical marijuana strains are short, bushy plants with wide leaves. Indica plants typically grow faster and have a higher yield than the sativa variety. Medicine produced from cannabis indica plants have higher CBD and lower THCcounts therefore a pure indica strain will produce a heavier, sleepy type of high. The flowering stage lasts between 6 to 8 weeks.Plant Origins: Afghanistan, Morocco, and Tibet.

    Sativa strains are more for daytime. The feeling is more social, more antidepressant, creative, more energetic, and clearer headed. Sativas are also good as a “ distraction” from the pain, they will help you get interested in whatever it is you are doing to help you not notice how much pain you are in.

    The sativa strain of marijuana is the complete opposite of the indica strain. Sativa medical marijuana pants are tall, thin plants, with narrow leaves, and generally are a lighter shade of green then their counterpart, the Indica strain. Sativa strains take longer to grow, mature, and require more light. Medicine produced from cannabis sativa plants have lower CBD and higher THC counts which produces a more clear headed, energetic type of high. The flowering stage lasts between 10 to 16 weeks. Plant Origins: Colombia, Mexico, Thailand and Southeast Asia.

    remember that cannabis flowers are like roses... roses come in many colors and the right color given to the right person can open many doors... cannabis flowers come with many different effects and the right flower given to the right person with the right illness that flower is good at treating can ease much suffering. —                                                                     https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=530336420319705&set=o.154533251224064&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-prn1%2F525999_530336420319705_1779578205_n.jpg&size=480%2C384

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    remember that cannabis flowers are like roses… roses come in many colors and the right color given to the right person can open many doors… cannabis flowers come with many different effects and the right flower given to the right person with the right illness that flower is good at treating can ease much suffering.

    I recommend a Cannabis Indica strain or a cannabis Indica dominant hybrid strain for the curing of cancer. If you are treating another disease, you may want to try different strains of cannabis that are more suited for your condition  For example, someone wanting to treat their Post Traumatic Stress Disorder might choose to make their Cannabis Cure Oil from a strain known to be a good treatment for P.T.S.D anxiety symptoms such as Northern Lights. An epileptic or seizure patient may want to make their oil out of strains known to reduce seizure activity such as White Widow, White Rhino, or Life Saver. A chronic fatigue patient may want a sativa based oil for the energetic properties of some of those strains. Likewise, a patient with depression may wish to choose an uplifting euphoric  sativa strain to use as an antidepressant. Cannabis Indica strains tend to be high in both  Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) and  Cannabidiol (CBD)

    There is nothing wrong with using a mixture of bud and close trim to make phoenix tears oil. I have even known people who used street grade weed (commonly referred to as shwag) to make the oil and saw results. Too often shwag is grown by non-organic methods and harvested before the nutrients have been flushed out of the plant properly. Sometimes, the plant is even harvested before she is completely ripe.  That being said, you cannot argue with the results of people who used shwag because that was all they had access to and were able to cure their cancer with it.  Because of all these concerns, I recommend everyone grow their own bud, or buy the raw materials from a trusted grower.

    What you will need:

    a quantity of Indica cannabis flowers or cannabis trim

    you can make batches with as little and 1/8 ounce of raw materials, though the yield is very small.

    a bag made from a scrap of a clean old t-shirt or some cheese cloth

    a 1qt mason jar to soak it in

    food grade high proof alcohol (ever-clear works well) Please make sure your alcohol is 190 proof or higher! the higher the proof the lower the water content.

    Unbleached cone shaped coffee filters

    a funnel

    an oven and oven thermometer to decarboxylate the cannabis

    a plant oil such as coconut oil, olive oil, butter, grapeseed oil, hempseed oil in order to help you get the cannabis oil back out of the jar.

    What YOU DO

    Step 1 Grind it:

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    Cut or grind your cannabis into small, loose pieces. This increases the surface area for the solvent and maximizes the amount of medication extracted. This step is particularly important if your raw materials have been compressed in any way.

    Step 2 Bake it (decarboxylation):

    Place your raw materials in a bag made from t-shirt (jersey) material. preheat your oven to 290 degrees fahrenheit (143.3 degrees celsius) Place your bag of raw materials into a glass dish and put into the oven. Heat for at least 20 minutes and up to 60 minutes. AN OVEN THERMOMETER MAY BE NECESSARY! DO NOT EXCEED THIS LEVEL OF HEAT, or you begin to LOSE YOUR MEDICINE.

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    Step 3 SOAK IT:

    Freeze your raw materials for a minimum of 2 hours.  Also freeze the alcohol solvent (no it will not become solid and if there is any water in your alcohol, it will freeze to the sides of your container) Put your bag of frozen raw materials into a container to soak. cover with the alcohol you have selected and allow to soak with a lid on it for 2-24 hours. Many different oil makers use different soak times. Some measure their soak time in minutes, some in hours, others in days or weeks. My teacher and I have played with many soak times and have settled upon the 2-24 hour range as ideal for our patients. For small scale extracts, I like 24 hours to maximize the yield.

    the soak, after overnight in the freezer

    Step 4 Filter it:

    Remove the raw material bag being sure you squeeze as much of the alcohol out as possible. Place the bag in a funnel or strainer and allow the alcohol to drain from the bag thoroughly. Collect all the alcohol!  Set up a funnel on top of another container and place a cone shaped coffee filter inside the funnel. Carefully pour the alcohol through the filter and funnel. This removes some of the plant cellulose so that you get a better consistency (less hard) oil in the end process.

    Step 5 Evaporate the alcohol:

    Leave the filtered alcohol uncovered in a warm cupboard or cabinet. Putting it someplace closed up helps keep the smell away from the neighbors. It may evaporate faster in the open. You want to leave it someplace warm that it is not going to get bumped, spilled or moved. This step can take several days, so be patient. You are left with a thick dark grease like substance in the bottom of the jar. You can access this cannabis cure oil (phoenix tears) in the next step, so dont be worried that you can’t get at the product. If you need ultra concentrated phoenix tears, use a wide mouth flat dish for the evaporation step. you can use a razor blade to scrape the oil off the glass and or a syringe to collect it depending on yield and consistency.

    Step 6: time for fats

    Add a quantity of coconut oil, olive oil, grapeseed oil, or butter to the jar. Gently heat the jar until the oil is melted and marries with the cannabis oil. Lots of stirring in this step!  The less fat you put in the jar, the more potent the end result is… this is the step where you decide your dose. It is easier to add more oil and make it less potent than to add too much oil. If you add too much fat, the only thing you can do to increase the potency is make another batch of oil and add it to the cannabis infused oil you already have. The end result can be used in a variety of cooking methods or if you prefer can be put into vegetable capsules (works best with coconut oil) for use as pills or suppositories. I really like a blend I make with the cannabis plus equal parts coconut oil and honey. For more information and discussion on the method, please click this sentence 

    Step 7 Store it:

    if you have access to empty oral syringes, then draw up the phoenix tears into syringes

    If you do not have access to oral syringes, consider making up pills from empty vegetable capsules

    If neither of the above are an option, a wide mouth glass container is suitable

    DO NOT STORE IN DIRECT SUNLIGHT. No need to refrigerate, if you do they may become too thick to work with.

    Questions?

    send a pm through facebook to this profile

    email: btokeefer@gmail.com

    Need a More in Depth look?

    Information on dosing and concerns about side effects can be found at the following post:

    FAQ’s about Phoenix Tears Therapy for the Beginner

    If you find my method difficult to understand, please seek out other tutorials on this method. A few are below.

    need to make a smaller batch? http://www.weedist.com/2013/01/full-extract-cannabis-oil-made-easy/

    If you click this sentence, it will take you to the phoenixtears.ca tutorial on how to make the oil

    end-notes:

    I am not afraid to tell you that I agonized about writing this tutorial. The responsibility of writing this oil creation tutorial weighed  heavy on my mind. I know I need to make the instructions pretty much fool proof. even if i write this flawlessly… with ample warnings and clear language…. what responsibility do i hold karmic or otherwise if someone extracts poorly after reading my tutorial? what level of fool is acceptable for making the oil? How many fools will ignore safety precautions, allow alcohol to build up in the extraction area and become alcohol vapor poisoned or worse will light a joint and go boom for lack of airflow? My teacher is a good oil maker and had to learn his lesson on alcohol vapor poison the hard way… how can I ensure the knowledge I am imparting will not have dangerous consequences if they fall into a fools hands? I have weighed all these concerns in my heart and decided that it was too important of information to with hold it for fear of what people will do with it. In the end, the fear of what people would do with out it is greater than the fear of what they will do with it.

    related posts:

    How to Extract Cannabis Cure Oil with alcohol (Phoenix Tears)

    Do’s and Don’ts of Helping a friend with social anxiety or Phobias (Sting and Paul Simon Serenade)

    Perhaps you have a friend or mate who becomes intensely uncomfortable in social situations. Or perhaps you yourself have an intense aversion to large crowds or some other phobia that the people around you think you need to “get over”. Getting over these phobias is easier said than done. In this article we will explore some forms of social anxiety from other people’s point of view interspersed with some of my own failures and successes where social anxiety are concerned. I’m going to begin by listing a bunch of attempts that ended with less than successful  or mixed results, I will finish up with some recent victories.

    Lets take a journey in the way back machine

    and look as some of my past attempts to interact in social situations when there are a lot of people around.

    July 27, 2010

    Longmont Colorado City Council chambers

    Longmont City Council Chambers 7/27/10

    July 27, 2010 1 hour 15 mins to go. I’m sittin in the council chambers….. first signed up to speak, but its agenda item 11A

    On July 27, 2010, I gathered my courage and went down to the Longmont, Colorado City Council Chambers to speak about the Council wanting to ban dispensaries in the city of Longmont.  I was terrified. I knew I was walking into a metaphorical “lion’s den” and I was doing it alone. I dressed as professionally as the closet of clothing and fashions provided by the the thrift store on my meager income. I had spent a great deal of time preparing myself for the 3 minute speech I was to give to our city fathers and mothers. I had my speech all written out on 3×5 cards so as to appear more professional. I arrived almost an hour early, but that had more to do with the distance I had to walk and my paranoia that it would take me longer than the average person to walk the 5 mile distance from the place where the RV I lived in was parked and the City Council Chambers. While this experience was a success in that I made it to the city council chambers, I do not count it as a success. I was successful in that I did manage to attend and to give my speech and even go through this same process several more times, even getting my name repeatedly in the Longmont Times Call (the local newspaper) and my little speeches to the city mothers and fathers even were aired on TV, appearing at the time on “The Longmont Channel” (a public access channel serving the Longmont area)

    Anyone who may question why I do not consider these exercises a success need only watch the video from one of the city council meetings. Despite the eloquence of my words, you can clearly see (and I even mention) how afraid I am.

    07/20/2010 View the video here: I am the second citizen to speak

    http://65.49.32.143/presentation/longmont/777305ac-340b-4c4c-9600-bb3ec6c0d414/072010of_Agenda/presentation_file/mgpresenter.html

    the video from July 27, 2010:

    http://65.49.32.143/presentation/longmont/62fc90a1-21ab-41f4-b9f4-4068d164d029/072710rs_Agenda/presentation_file/mgpresenter.html

    associated links:

    times call article list: http://nl.newsbank.com/nl-search/we/Archives?p_product=LCDB&p_theme=lcdb&p_action=search&p_maxdocs=200&s_dispstring=allfields(Breedheen)%20AND%20date(all)&p_field_advanced-0=&p_text_advanced-0=(%22Breedheen%22)&xcal_numdocs=20&p_perpage=10&p_sort=YMD_date:D&xcal_useweights=no

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    links to more experiences so that those along the path may see that it can really take a lot of failure on the social anxiety road before you can reach a shining success… I’m not going to go into each humiliation in great detail, but you can visit the links and see for yourself what I am speaking about here:

    New Years eve 2011: https://www.facebook.com/breezy.kiefair/media_set?set=a.181356261884391.40580.100000300558421&type=3

    state capitol edible hearing: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=196532210366796&set=a.151763424843675.27293.100000300558421&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Fscontent-a-dfw.xx.fbcdn.net%2Fhphotos-ash2%2Ft1%2F181912_196532210366796_5403390_n.jpg&size=640%2C480

    artistic images from that hearing: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.204678466209542.55495.154533251224064&type=3

    Traveling through Southern Colorado on foot and Stranger’s kindness

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    2012 MLK day march https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=342732465746769&set=a.151763424843675.27293.100000300558421&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Fscontent-b-dfw.xx.fbcdn.net%2Fhphotos-frc3%2Ft1%2F401386_342732465746769_2115864266_n.jpg&size=640%2C480

    Ganja Gala January 27, 2012

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    fb ganja gala event page: https://www.facebook.com/events/256052781125358/

    event description:

    Join us at Colorado’s inaugural Ganja Gala, benefiting the Medical Marijuana Assistance Program of America (MMAPA) and National Cannabis Industry Association (NCIA). This Roaring Twenties-themed fundraising joint will celebrate the achievements of the medical cannabis industry with Prohibition Era cocktails, tasting stations serving swell snacks, and gabbing with other cannabis industry leaders to swank twenties era and modern music. Get dolled up in your costume or cocktail glad rags and join us for a night on the town. It’s sure to be the cat’s meow!Need more information? Contact Christie@303-250-0096

    I was actually thrown out of the Ganja Gala when a brain injured member of my party engaged people across the vip lines… i was mortified, but also took a stand for the low income people the event coordinators were using for fundraising but not truly helping.

    Paris on the Platte, revisiting a place of strength

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    Cinderella’s misadventures at the Halloween Hash Bash

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    Interaction in small groups

    Michelle Lamay’s Thanksgiving Visit https://www.facebook.com/breezy.kiefair/media_set?set=a.711323275554351.100000300558421&type=3

    Purchasing from private growers: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=740424859310859&set=t.100000300558421&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-prn2%2Ft31%2F1556308_740424859310859_616353164_o.jpg&smallsrc=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-prn1%2Ft1%2F15658_740424859310859_616353164_n.jpg&size=2048%2C1536

    Donations from Rev Baker via a Good Neighbor: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=740382512648427&set=t.100000300558421&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-frc3%2Ft31%2F1501632_740382512648427_1236464536_o.jpg&smallsrc=https%3A%2F%2Ffbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net%2Fhphotos-ak-ash3%2Ft1%2F1043861_740382512648427_1236464536_n.jpg&size=2048%2C1536

    Diana Sunshine Wulf and Pennies for Pot

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    Renting a Basement from a friend for a few days to make cancer cure oil:

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    I’ve detailed some pretty sad attempts to interact socially. No matter what I did or how I tried, these social interactions with larger groups of people just kept ending in disaster! Interactions with smaller groups were easier, but still difficult. My fears in social situations had become social anxiety or maybe would be better termed as a social phobia. I simply could not walk into a crowd without running away 3x as fast. Then one day, I found myself interviewing a new roommate and was invited to a concert that I would dearly love to see. I was faced with the old social anxiety dilemma… “do I go and risk running out, or do I not even try?” I decided to keep on trying.

    Victory at last! Attendance of Sting and Paul Simon Concert 2/11/2014

    Playlist of videos performed at the concert. Please note that this playlist is not the actual concert, it is a peace offering to audio purists because the quality of my video and mic are so poor. I have tried to get the music video the artist produced for mass consumption whenever possible. If an artistic music video was unavailable, I have substituted it with a live performance of much higher quality video/audio than the video I shot.

    http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLwc43UiVjiufYewv_-RgH0icVF61lxgne

    Some of you know what a huge deal attending last night's concert was for me. Yes, it was amazing to be serenaded by two artists of such high esteem. Yes, it was an enormous gift too big and lovely for me to have even contemplated far outside of what my own income ever has been able to provide... Yet, there is a huge truth that usually would have prevented me from attending. My ptsd has left me with a near phobia of crowds, and it is rare I even attempt attendance where there will be many people except when I need a bit of in person research for kiefair.com and the research cannot possibly be done any other way and is meant to help folks... I am sure there were some folks last night who were waiting to see me run screaming away from the concert. This did not happen. We got there early, and for a full 3 hours I was in the midst of a crowd. In the end, it wasn't the fear, but sting's light show towards the end was just way too much stimuli for me (nearly had a seizure for the first time in a long time). When I could not stand any more, my new roommate was so kind, nonjudgemental, and also was more than ready to go, allowing me not to have to fight the crowd on the way out. If you can see why this image would be a huge deal to me to attend and not run from the crowd, then I thank you for cheering me on.  ref: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=751610774858934&set=a.151763424843675.27293.100000300558421&type=1&permPage=1

    Some of you know what a huge deal attending last night’s concert was for me. Yes, it was amazing to be serenaded by two artists of such high esteem. Yes, it was an enormous gift too big and lovely for me to have even contemplated far outside of what my own income ever has been able to provide… Yet, there is a huge truth that usually would have prevented me from attending. My ptsd has left me with a near phobia of crowds, and it is rare I even attempt attendance where there will be many people except when I need a bit of in person research for kiefair.com and the research cannot possibly be done any other way and is meant to help folks… I am sure there were some folks last night who were waiting to see me run screaming away from the concert. This did not happen. We got there early, and for a full 3 hours I was in the midst of a crowd. In the end, it wasn’t the fear, but sting’s light show towards the end was just way too much stimuli for me (nearly had a seizure for the first time in a long time). When I could not stand any more, my new roommate was so kind, nonjudgemental, and also was more than ready to go, allowing me not to have to fight the crowd on the way out. If you can see why this image would be a huge deal to me to attend and not run from the crowd, then I thank you for cheering me on. ref: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=751610774858934&set=a.151763424843675.27293.100000300558421&type=1&permPage=1

    fb photo from concert: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=751610774858934&set=t.100000300558421&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Fscontent-b-dfw.xx.fbcdn.net%2Fhphotos-prn1%2Ft1%2F1932238_751610774858934_704856247_n.jpg&size=960%2C720

    So, what made this time so much different?

    1. This concert was a “bucket list item for me” meaning that I wanted to attend a Sting Concert before I died. The fact that I have so often wanted to attend a Sting concert was a definite factor in me overcoming my fear. The person feeling the fear must be excited enough about the event to overrule the fear. A business event within the industry the person works within can be a double edged sword for those with social anxiety. Those types of events appear attractive because there may or may not be people the person having the anxiety knows at the event. For me, industry events are like kryptonite… I always feel like I’m about to jump into a shark tank. It probably has something to do with my past failures at such events where other people needed me to take a stand, no matter how uncomfortable to me… For this reason, it is not my recommendation to mingle work and your attempts to overcome social anxiety at least in the beginning. If you are strong at work from behind your computer, don’t try to change that dynamic too much to start. It’s more rewarding to make this type of growth outside of the work setting and in a fun setting anyway.

    2. I did not have time to overthink the event. The invitation happened the night before the event. I had a clear choice without much waiting or anticipation surrounding it. I said yes, and went the next day. I have sometimes found that when I am given too much time to ponder an event, it makes it impossible for me to attend because my mind is given too much time to ponder the negative possibilities.

    3. Choose your mates for the battle carefully! The person attending the event with me knew how difficult the crowd would be for me and made every effort to help me through it. When I became overwhelmed with the crowd, a member of my party directed me to a quiet area to recenter. It did not take me long at all to regain my bearings and be able to continue along our way to our seats despite a long walk and a lot of people to get through. In the past, others have reacted to my fear in far less supportive ways causing me to utterly fail in my attempts to overcome. They probably did not realize they were making it harder for me, so no one is to blame really for my previous failure…. but the point is, the right support can = success.

    4. I knew I had permission from myself and those in my party to leave if the experience proved to be too much for me or just became overstimulating in general. We stayed through nearly the entire concert, but this permission did come into play towards the end of the event. We left the event slightly early not because of my fear of any crowds, but from the stimuli of the light show on my seizure disorder.

    5. Leaving a little early can help you not have to fight the same crowd twice. By either showing up early and/or leaving early or late, you can effectively avoid having to fight crowds too much. It was a far different experience walking out of the event than it had been walking into the event.

    videos from the event

    Links on social anxiety, Ptsd, and Related articles:

    social anxiety from wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_anxiety

    NIMH social anxiety: http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/social-phobia-social-anxiety-disorder/index.shtml

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    Genesis Pure by Chippewama Nutritional Supplements Reviews

    Come visit my website and check out our awesome product line! http://genesispure.com/chippewama have questions? ask Dorothy Williams

    Come visit my website and check out our awesome product line!
    http://genesispure.com/chippewama have questions? ask Dorothy Williams 

    What follows below are some reviews of a few nutritional supplements from Genesis Pure sold by Chippewama

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    Dorothy Williams , Independent Business Owner
    Email me: dottie.luv@gmail.com
    Call me: 7202706224

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    Genesis Pure Goji Berry Juice

    January 29 at 8:39pm ·

    Breezy Kiefair says, ” I’m amazed at the effects of the Goji Berry Juice that I’ve been taking morning and night. When I began this therapy, I could barely force down some protein powder. I was so nauseous that I had barely eaten a bite of solid food in 2014. Within 45 minutes of the first ounce I swallowed, I had an appetite and could keep my food down. The effects have remained constant over an entire week’s use. If you are struggling with appetite issues that have you underweight, i would suggest this. This is the first product I have tried that really gives me an appetite. Not even medicinal cannabis could get me to eat but this stuff did!”
    “As soon as I ran out of my goji berry juice from Genesis Pure by Chippewa Ma , I was immediately unable to eat again. Grandpa quickly reordered some (I pay him the $30 for the bottle plus half the shipping when I get paid) and tonight we begin round 2 of the trial with this super berry to see if the effects (increased appetite and ability to eat and digest food) repeat. Wish me luck and visit her page for more information on this product line. Stay tuned for more reviews of other products on Kiefair.com come… I’m also working on a review of their daily cleanse product….”
    Gojiberry update! The gojiberry juce that I purchased from Genesis Pure by Chippewa Ma has been an amazing appetite stimulant for me as well as an antinausea agent and I wanted to know why… I ate an entire sirloin steak and broccoli yesterday… what a huge difference from barely getting protein shakes in… so, true to my habits, I went digging and found a link that answers my question.http://www.uncleharrys.com/blog/product-library/post/goji-berry-a-miracle-of-food-from-the-vallies-of-the-himalayas

    Jul 11

    The Goji Berry (Lycium Barbarum) has been used in traditional Tibetan medicine for centuries! The plants grow like bushes with vines that reach over 15 feet. The berries are never touched by hand as they will oxidize and turn black if touched while fresh. They are shaken onto mats, then dried in the shade. Goji berries can be used in smoothies or juice cocktails. The Goji fruit contains polysaccharides, which have been demonstrated to fortify the immune system. This same polysaccharide has been found to be a secretagogue, that is, a substance that stimulates the secretion in the pituitary gland of human growth hormone (HGH, a powerful innate anti-aging hormone.) It is the richest source of carotenoids, including beta carotene (more beta carotene than carrots, of all known foods or plants on earth! The Goji is a powerful antioxidant and is traditionally believed to fortify the body against disease and to provide the energy to overcome difficult obstacles in healing. Beta-carotene can be transformed into vitamin A under the influence of human liver enzymes. Being rich in trace minerals, Goji berries contains significant amounts of zinc, calcium, germanium, selenium and phosphorus, plus small quantities of many others.

    The Goji berry is commonly used by first trimester mothers to prevent morning sickness. It is a gentle and soothing fruit that is loaded with available vitality.

    In several study groups with elderly people Goji was given once a day for 3 weeks, with many beneficial results being experienced. 67% of the patients’ T cell transformation functions tripled and the activity of the patients’ white cell interleukin-2 doubled. In addition, the results showed that all the patients’ spirit and optimism increased significantly, appetite improved in 95% of the patients, 95% of the patients slept better and 35% of the patients partially recovered their sexual function. The Goji berry has absolutely no toxicity. However like most fruits, it should not be used if you are suffering from Spleen deficiency with dampness and diarrhea. Goji is now being used in clinical settings for a number of common maladies including the treatment of consumptive disease accompanied by thirst such as early-onset diabetes and tuberculosis, dizziness, blurred vision, and chronic cough. In the treatment of diabetes. 8-10 grams of fruit was steamed and eaten each time, three times daily (steaming softens the fruits). The daily dosage range of 8-30 grams is typical of medical applications being done at this time in several countries. The berry has also been used in a number of recent clinical trials for treatment of bone marrow deficiency conditions (low production of red blood cells, white blood cells, and platelets).

    The Mongolian Institute of Traditional Medicine reported that Goji berries have been used in the treatment of atrophic gastritis, weakened digestion due to reduced stomach activity. Patients consumed 10 grams of the whole fruits each time, three times daily before meals for two months and longer with excellent results. Goji berries contains 8 kinds of amino acids (six times higher than bee pollen), of which 8 are indispensable amino acids for the human body (such as isoleucine and tryptophan). 50% of the each Goji berry’s amino acids are free amino acids. Goji berries contain 21 trace minerals, (of which the main ones are zinc, iron and copper) and 500 times the amount of vitamin C by weight than oranges. Goji berries are loaded with vitamin B1, B2, B6 and vitamin E. Mature fruits contain about 11 mg. of iron per 100 grams, as well as glucose, fructose, vitamin C, beta-sitosterol (an anti-inflammatory agent), linoleic acid (a fatty acid), sesquiterpenoids (cyperone, solavetivone), tetraterpenoids (zeaxanthin, physalin), and betaine (0.1%).

    Goji berries are now undergoing intense scrutiny as a cancer drug in Tibet, Mongolia, China, Japan and Switzerland. It has been found that the fruit, as well as an extract from its leaves, can kill many kinds of cancer cells in vitro. In vivo studies and human studies are proving to be highly promising.

    Goji berries contain Germanium. Germanium has been demonstrated to have anti-cancer activity. Japanese studies indicate that organic Germanium is effective in treating liver cancer, lung cancer, uterine cancer, cervical cancer, and testicular cancer when combined with other drugs. It has been found to induce the production in human beings of g-interferon. Interferon can depress and even kill cancer cells. Germanium possesses the power to take over the hydrogen ion from cancer cells. Losing hydrogen ions can cause depression and even death to cancer cells. Besides Germanium, this berry has other components that act against cancer. These other components appear to be able to depress or block the synthesis of the cancer cells’ DNA, which interferes with the cells’ ability to divide and thus lowers the reproductive capacity of the cancer cells.

    The Goji berry of the Solanaceae family has also been tested as an anti-obesity drug. Patients were given 30 grams each morning and each afternoon, made into a tea. Results were excellent with most patients losing significant weight.

    GOJI BERRIES

    Genesis Pure by Chippewa ma like page:https://www.facebook.com/genesischippewama?ref=stream
    to buy the goji berry juice i’ve been using visit:
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    From the website:

    Description

    The goji berry is known by some as the “happy berry” and some evidence suggests that goji juice may promote feelings of well-being. Goji berries, native to the Himalayan mountain range and Tibet, are very hardy and can withstand temperatures as low as -15 degrees Fahrenheit and as high as 100 degrees Fahrenheit. The original writings about goji berries were found engraved on the back of a turtle shell. Genesis PURE™ Goji contains no added sugar or preservatives, and is not diluted with other fruit juices like some other goji products on the market.*

    Nutrition information

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    Genesis Pure Energy Powder

    February 1, 2014

    Going to give the genesis pure by chippewama energy with wheat grass powder a try again today. The goji berry juice still has me eating. When I’ve tried the energy powder previously, I was impressed with the effects. No crash. The last 2 times I used it, it was for intellectual work behind the computer. Today, I am testing it with a more active day.

    1012550_745988242087854_836219887_n It gave me a good 4 hours of energy that allowed me to do the shopping for the month, and get it all put away. I am appropriately tired after, but am unsure if I would have been able to accomplish what I did without this boost.

    ENERGY

    Description 

    Genesis PURE™ ENERGY contains ingredients that may support mental clarity, improve focus, and prevent fatigue.  It also contains antioxidants, herbs, vitamins and minerals to support overall health and well-being.  It contains no preservatives or sugar, and is naturally sweetened with stevia.*

    Recommended Use

    Add one level scoop or one packet drink mix to 8-12 fl. oz. of water (according to taste). Drink whenever a boost of energy is needed.*CAUTION: Keep out of reach of children. Consult your health care provider before using this product if you are pregnant or nursing.

    Store in a cool, dry place.

    20140201_091457 corrrected

    Note: ENERGY contains 120 mg of caffeine per serving. (retrieved from: http://genesispure.com/products/display/2081/energy )

    * These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease.

    MORE REVIEWS FROM THIS LINE OF PRODUCTS TO COME!

     

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    Email me: dottie.luv@gmail.com

    Call: 7202706224

    Come visit my website and check out our awesome product line! http://genesispure.com/chippewama have questions? ask Dorothy Williams Image altered by The Art of Breezy Kiefair source image: https://www.facebook.com/GenesisPURECorp/app_267091300008193

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    Weight Gain Journey for the Intractably Nauseous Stomach

    Weight Gain Journey of an Intractably Nauseous Stomach

    Weight Gain Journey of an Intractably Nauseous Stomach

    Some of you know that I have been struggling with nausea and vomiting for years. sometimes it has me under 100 lbs. I’ve been able to be around 110 lbs steady for the past few months, but still want and need to put on another 10-15 lbs so that i will have fat to loose when I happen to have a string of nausea days.  I’m thinking of writing some articles about trying to gain weight while under the cloud of intractable nausea to detail all the lengths I’ve been going to in order to get nutrition in and keep it in. There are so many like me fighting for every calorie they can and it seems there are tons of rip offs and scams in that market as well. I can help others by both detailing what does not work (save them some time and dollars) and if I happen upon something that does work, perhaps us sick folks watching ourselves disappear might be helped. If you do a search, there is all kinds of info on how to drop weight, but not nearly as much about gaining weight when you are suffering from nausea. Currently, I’m on 3 different oral nausea big pharma meds for nausea. 1 pharma suppository for nausea, trying to get an insurance approval meltaway or liquid form of nausea med because I can’t keep my pills down… in addition to cannabis smoke as a nausea med and an appetite stimulant. I’m doing everything I know how. Is it any wonder I’m so grumpy?

     I began this journey by ordering some protein powder from Amazon.com

    2014-01-12 10.57.49

    The weight gain protein powder advertized as 1500 calories per serving actually only has 240 calories per serving unless you can mix it with whole milk. Whole milk is not an option for me. Also, the can only has about 5 days of servings if you take it as directed (2 servings a day). it also does not have nearly the vitamins I had hoped. I’m not sending it back because I need the calories badly. Very disappointed though. My artemisinin for my cancer came in today too. I’ve got to get to where I can keep pill vitamins down before I can start on that one because it must be taken with iron to help with cancer according to the article I read. (to read that article, please visit this link: http://themindunleashed.org/2013/12/little-known-chinese-herb-kills-98-cancer-cells-16-hours.html )

    This is the protein powder I ordered online through amazon.com. It cost me $11.34 and shipped for free because I have an amazon prime membership. : http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00024CQ74/ref=oh_details_o00_s01_i00?ie=UTF8&psc=1d hoped. I’m not sending it back because I need the calories badly. Very disappointed though. My artemisinin for my cancer came i

     

    I got some different protein powder at the healthfood store, mixed it with that disappointing stuff I ordered (had a few things the 

    new powder did not) then mixed it with the little bit of hemp protein powder (so heavy with shells that I have no choice but to mix it 

    2014-01-12 10.57.33

    with other things or it irritates my gut) and added some soy phosphate granules that I got from the foodbank.

    While use of all this protein powder was able to help me maintain my weight,  they did not do much to calm my gut or to get me towards being able to eat solid food. They are all mixed up in powder form to facilitate ease of mixing with liquids. It doesn’t taste bad at all. At least I’m getting some calories in. I’ve been able to keep my probiotic pills down for a day or two and will be starting on some supplements to alkalize my system next. Hopefully soon I’ll be able to keep my big pharma pills and health store vitamins down. The insurance company rejected the meltaway nausea med, so its up to me and my plant knowledge again. January 12 at 10:44am 

    So, I am satisfied that protein powders do help me maintain my weight, but I’m not buying into them

    2014-01-27 11.49.46as a solution for the intractable nausea issue. I have tried other meal replacements such as ensure, pediasure, boost, and similar products on the market. I’m satisfied with the whey protein mix i concocted. In the future I likely will order some other hemp, whey and other protein powders to evaluate different brands.

    2014-01-27 12.09.55

    decided to get a good multistrain probiotic supplement and add that to the daily mix hoping that the helpful bacteria would also help me want to eat and easily digest what nutrients I do take in Dr. Stephen Langer’s Ultimate 15 Strain Probiotic with FOS is the brand and type of probiotics I decided to try. About the only difference I noticed in my digestion while on these pills was an abundance of flatulence, causing me to take them at night instead of first thing in the morning when they would do me the most good. I’m on the hunt for a probiotic that also puts a variety of good bacteria into my gut, but without the embarrassing gas.

    By this point, I was frustrated and disappointed. I had maintained my weight, which was wonderful because both the doctor and I had been concerned I would loose a lot of weight while I was so sick and could not eat solids. Still, I was far from satisfied.

    Then, a friend started selling Genesis Pure products. I have been on the Goji Berry juice for about a week and the results have been amazing. Watch for more reviews of Genesis Pure Products to come later.

    visit the following link for more in depth reviews of the Genesis Pure Products: http://kiefair.com/2014/02/04/genesispure/ 

    The goji berry is known by some as the “happy berry” and some evidence suggests that goji juice may promote feelings of well-being. Goji berries, native to the Himalayan mountain range and Tibet, are very hardy and can withstand temperatures as low as -15 degrees Fahrenheit and as high as 100 degrees Fahrenheit. The original writings about goji berries were found engraved on the back of a turtle shell. Genesis PURE™ Goji contains no added sugar or preservatives, and is not diluted with other fruit juices like some other goji products on the market.*Take 1-2 fl. oz. on an empty stomach in the morning and the afternoon or as directed by your healthcare provider. Additional servings may be taken throughout the day if desired. May be taken alone or mixed with other fruit juices. Once opened, consume within 30 days. Refrigerate after opening.* These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease.to buy visit:
    http://genesispure.com/products/display/2070/goji
    photo credit: The Art of Breezy Kiefair
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    • Genesis Pure by Chippewa Ma more on the goji berry:
      What Are the Benefits of Goji Berries?Research shows that eating berries — like blueberries, acai berries, cranberries, strawberries, and cherries — offer definite health benefits. It may be because berries like the goji berry are filled with powerful antioxidants and other compounds. Goji berries also have compounds rich in vitamin A.In laboratory tests, antioxidants minimize damage from free radicals that injure cells and damage DNA. When a cell’s DNA changes, the cell grows abnormally. Antioxidants can take away the destructive power of free radicals. Research is ongoing to see if this effect carries over into prevention of disease and aging.Some studies using goji berry juice found benefits in mental well-being and calmness, athletic performance, happiness, quality of sleep, and feelings of good health. These are preliminary studies that need to be repeated before definitive conclusions can be drawn.While goji berries are a rich source of antioxidants, it’s still unclear how they stack up against other berries. Researchers also don’t know whether goji berry supplements have the same health benefits as the actual berries.Do Goji Berries Have Side Effects?There may be some possible herb-drug interactions with goji berries. If you take warfarin (a blood thinner), you may want to avoid goji berries. Goji berries may also interact with diabetes and blood pressure drugs.When eaten in moderation, goji berries appear to be safe.
      http://www.webmd.com/…/goji-berries-health-benefits-and…

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      WebMD examines the benefits and side effects of using goji berries as health supplements.
    • Breezy Kiefair I’m amazed at the effects of the Goji Berry Juice that I’ve been taking morning and night. When I began this therapy, I could barely force down some protein powder. I was so nauseous that I had barely eaten a bite of solid food in 2014. Within 45 minutes of the first ounce I swallowed, I had an appetite and could keep my food down. The effects have remained constant over an entire week’s use. If you are struggling with appetite issues that have you underweight, i would suggest this. This is the first product I have tried that really gives me an appetite. Not even medicinal cannabis could get me to eat but this stuff did!”
    • Genesis Pure by Chippewa Ma Thank you for sharing your powerful story! It is your story and other powerful ones similar to yours as to why I chose to represent Genesis!

    Of Poetry Pain and Pot new verses

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    Here is some new poetry from the author of the book,

    “Of Poetry, Pain and Pot”

    Of Pain, poetry, and pot.” Is a collection of cannabis centered poetry in a neobeatnik style. It includes updated versions of 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). The next day to download it for free is December 21

    http://www.amazon.com/Pain-Poetry-Pot-Breedheen-ORilley-ebook/dp/B00FGF8WUY/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1385582510&sr=1-1

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    The river is broad, deep and still.
    The cattle lowe upon the bank
    Stately she glides upon a ship of gopher wood 
    drifting upon the rivers ebb and tide.
    It is a houseboat, a royal palace,
    A temple wherein she and her healing reside
    Her sails hempen homespun
    Her mast the finest teak
    Gossamer crystalline curtains beckon you within
    A temple throneroom green and golden
    You feel a peace and safety such as never has been.
    And then you see her, such a rare and powerful beauty
    Seated upon her high cannabis throne.
    That is when you know, you have come home.

    Poem fragment 12-2-2013 12:36am
    Breezy Kiefair author Of Poetry, Pain and Potartist under the influence of cannabis at The Art of Breezy Kiefair, editor, Kiefair.comReefer Gurl and Gardening Tips for the Medically Damned

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    I have the strangest fantasy of how things would be if I could disembody me literally

    To disassemble the sum of my parts to allow each bit to focus on arts, healing written, and viewed and then I’d like to lay about the room.

    Near the ceiling in the North East Corner of the room floats my stomach and digestive tract that has been lifted up in prayer so often it just floats like a gruesome garland rising from the earth to the air.

    On the bed reclines a disembodied spine each vertebrae pulled apart so it can finally breathe

    I separate my eyes always watching detached from all and yet they see what is, what was, what yet may come to be.

    The eye that sees well closely i park like an orb web cam along with half abrain and my left hand. Grateful they blaze to work free of the body and shining in internet land.

    The right hand, the other half of the bran and the longer sighted eye work leisurely on art’s beautiful sigh.

    Above my stomach floats my mouth with a funnel filling system with nutritious fuel even if i get tired of digesting gruel.

    My nose I leave in a bed of potpouri flowers.

    My lungs float ever filled with smoke from an equally disembodied bottomless bowl.

    My heart is broken and hides locked in a crate ever trying to put the pieces back together shattered by fate. Its physical hole and emotional hole preventing all hope for a fulfilled heart that’s whole.

    My veins make a maze hoooked to the digestive tract with estuaries leading to confined heart and runs likewise to pancreas, liver, kidneys and it does to the heart.

    My female organs are in pickle jars before the tv always in the line of view reminding me of what I lost being unable to see.

    In a heap under the bed lies pathetic immune system hiding and waiting for a sterile enviornment

    Muscles drape about the room like laundry drying finally feeling relief of tension.

    The remaining bones save the skull are in a pile on the south wall waiting for the pain to burn them out of existance.

    my blood is an aquarium in the west ever being purified and recycled.

    one leg kicks asses online with brain hand and eye, and one leg disembodied hikes 14,000 ft mountains in memory of past strength within I

    What is left of my sex lies secreted in a box beneath my pillow, beneath skull and spine in safekeeping mourning the loss of love.

    What a gruesome sight this disembodiment would be. And somehow it is comforting fantasy to me.

    Still alive, yet detached in so many ways from the pain and the anguissh that limits my accomplishments each and every day. 

    I have the strangest fantasy of how things would be if I could disembody me literally

    To disassemble the sum of my parts to allow each bit to focus on arts, healing written, and viewed and then I’d like to lay about the room.

    11/07/2013 1:07 am

    Breezy Kiefair

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    November 22, 2013 at 4:34pm
    At the daily appointed time, she hides in darkness stretching the leafy dime. She inhales and ponders the days events and does her best to fear circumvent. She is filled with sorrow for so many who do without this simple comfort she has made her life about. In the winter twilight she shivers and smokes and prays for those who wish with her to shiver and toke. For the suffering smokeless masses are so very many and yet when I point them out I’m treated like a crazy ninny. I shiver and smoke and cry and toke and still have a heart for those who are broke. The feds raid and I wonder about the needs of the end user how will they suffer because of a possible regulation abuser? All this pain could be gone if we all just accepted growing and using a plant is not wrong.

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    Have yourself a merry canna christmas
    Toke until you’re light
    How many years must we sow our grow out of sight

    Have yourself a merry canna christmas
    And if you cannot pay
    next year charity might just give meds away

    When will it be as in olden days
    Happy toking days of yore
    Hempy fields that are dear to us
    Were grown near to us before.

    Through the years we keep fighting this battle
    Till the fates allow
    A prohibition repeal but till then we’ll muddle through some how.
    So have yourself a merry canna christmas now.
    Breezy Kiefair, Of Poetry, Pain and Pot, The Art of Breezy Kiefair, Kiefair.com Gardening Tips for the Medically Damned

    parody of the christmas carol Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

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    January 7 at 4:09pm

    For whatever reason, my creator gave me talents and gifts wrapped in genetics and circumstances promising me a difficult and unique life. I seek to find a way to share that gift with the world in a way that does not daily enrage me or break my fragile heart that already lays on the floor of my chest like glass waiting for a blower to put them to the torch and forge something new. If sacrificing most portions of my activism on the altar of artistic integrity is the price to find a path to peace, then it is a toll I cheerfully pay to gain entry to a path of potential higher art. Sacrifice is a part of most any artists path in one form or another. I pick my sacrifices carefully and am likewise selective as to what altars I bow down and sacrifice at. My muses rarely steer me wrong or into peril if I but trust them. Their whispers come from the same creator who formed me as I am and set the stage of circumstances. What have I to fear?

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    January 10 at 5:51pm

    I would rather be left alone with ghosts of poets, artists, historians, historical figures and other beings whose energies echo yet to this day with integrity than to sell my artistic and immortal soul to a community so corrupt as to profit off the weak, sick and dying. One company feels like pure ethereal silk upon the skin of the soul sweet and pure as you dance upon the clouds of nirvana, the other is a harsh dirty sack cloth on the soul in eternity that scratches the soul’s skin and makes the heat of an eternal flame more evident.

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    Oh sore and throbbing knot that doth reoccur behind mine left ear. Why must thou swell and ache? Why when I find hope that you have moved to lungs and nearly expelled you from my realm do you redouble your efforts and climb back into my ear? Since 2006 you have dwelled in the swell behind mine ear of feminine creativity, body mine won’t you expell this bacterial or viral lodger and perhaps restore some function and quality of life to me? Nae, nae, instead it begins with sweats in the night and by the next night doth progress to unquiet discomfort yet again. Heat and herbal oils friends through the night. I shall call the physician tomorrow to update her on my plight.

     January 12 at 5:08pm

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    Maiden, mother, crone… the triangle of stength and life each female soul must roam. We all begin as maidens latent powers to attract, mythical beings such as unicorns but in our world people see the power and detract. They impose their power, their ideas, their rules of what a maiden is and what life she must choose. Mother is a shadowy thing that some have choosen, some stumble into, and some supplicate and seek in neverending prayer like a treasure they are seeking to serve a larger thing to which they are beholden. If we have enough years, we all become a crone latent power here of a matriarch on her throne. Aged quiet power and knowledge residing in her bones. Remember dear ladies we all dance this triangle of power solitarily yet we all dance and never are alone.

    January 14, 2014 11:16 am

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    One thing I can do without lifting my head. I can express my love and gratitude for those who are interested and kind. I can send prayers and virtual tokes to those worse off than I to whom the world seems blind. I can dance upon ethereal planes and perhaps a spiritual healing I’ll find…. all these are more peaceful choices than listening to the pain seeping from my ear into my mind.
    January 15, 2013 

    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.

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

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    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?

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