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RIP Maya Angelou honoring her cannabis connections

SATURDAY, JANUARY 11, 2014

My, Oh Maya

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

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

1 comment:

Breezy KiefAir said…

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

normelle <ellen@canorml.org>

11:51 AM (16 minutes ago)

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

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,.
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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.

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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?

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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)

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.

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

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

Of Pin, Poetry and Pot cover

Of Pin, Poetry and Pot cover

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

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

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

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

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excerpt:

A bit of Cancer poetry for thought…

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

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

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

Adrian Mitchell’s structure.

Words by The Art of Breezy Kiefair

There is a cure for cancer…

how many beautiful women and men need to be butchered

because doctors want to run from the cure

for the sake of monetary gain?

Give the Gift of Cannabis Art this Season

why not give the gift of art this holiday season. there are thousands of cannabis related images on The Art of Breezy Kiefair for you to choose from! My Favorites are the 16×20 poster prints for $25 each or 8×10 prints for $11 each shipping included for USA patrons!

aurora borealis through cannabis eyes

aurora borealis through cannabis eyes

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Please also consider giving the gift of cannabis related poetry by purchasing a digital or paperback copy Of Poetry, Pain and Pot here:
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A poetry book centered on pot written by cannabis activist and artist under the influence, Breezy Kiefair. “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.

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any questions? contact Breezy Kiefair of Kiefair.com and Gardening Tips for the Medically Damned THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT! Please share this status and some of the art pieces.

I came to a life of writing for the cannabis cause and making images for the cannabis cause out of sheer necessity. I was born with a horrible genetic mutation that causes me no end of pain and discomfort and causes doctors to scratch their heads trying to get me comfortable. The positive side to my mutation is a unique skill with words and images. Being a starving artist/writer was really the only career choice available to someone with my skill set and limitations. I’ve tried to do the best I can with my vocation. I would really like to see it turn a profit in 2014. I have run my activism/art career at a loss for 5 years. I’ve paid my getting some street credibility dues in giving art away for free and doing portraits because the person inspired me for free. It is really time for me to get some paying patrons or go starve to death silently and let someone make a profit off my work once I am dead like so many other artists. Please help make the story of my art a bit more hopeful by supporting it. I do custom work.

If I cannot make sales on the skills I have, then I am left begging for things I need like vitamins, cannabis, food, clothes… you know… the basics of life. I don’t like having to be a beggar. I would rather earn it.

I may be only putting back $5-20 a month, but I’m saving up to buy myself an RV so I can live on my own and grow my own medicine. I want to be able to say that my home was paid for by my art sales, book sales, and activism donations. If I can save this money and then convert a portion of the living space into grow space, I will be much more self sufficient and be able to say my work provided my shelter and the means to grow my medicine. I’ve lived and grown in an rv before, so I know it is a logical plan with a good shot at success. Especially since there will be only one human and one cat in the living space this time. Last time I had to grow with 2 humans and 3 cats sharing the space with the plants (only allowing me to grow 1 or 2 plants at a time). I plan to set the new rv up for no less than 6 plants with 2 grow chambers (veg/bloom) so I can harvest more frequently and have fewer dry spells.

Thank you for supporting The Art of Breezy Kiefair and Of Poetry, Pain and Pot so I can grow ever closer to my greater degree of self sustainability goal.

 

Of Pain, Poetry and Pot

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

Of Pin, Poetry and Pot cover

Of Pin, Poetry and Pot cover

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

the paperback edition is out as well.

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

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

excerpt:

A bit of Cancer poetry for thought…

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

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

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

Adrian Mitchell’s structure.

Words by The Art of Breezy Kiefair

There is a cure for cancer…

how many beautiful women and men need to be butchered

because doctors want to run from the cure

for the sake of monetary gain?

 

Breezy Kiefair a poem by Maggie Slighte

Breezy Kiefair

by: Maggie Slighte

A Sick Rose,
yet
an angel-
beautiful
and rare.
None
can compare
to the artist,
the being,
who is
Breezy Kiefair:Wings
tattered
and torn-
like the
leaves
that adorn-
her art
pure and wise.
Her dreams
and hope
she shares
with us,
through
green-tinted eyes.Sharing
a fragment-
a potential-
yet barely
tapped;
of
a little girl
lost,
but no longer
trapped.Flitting
and flying,
hither
and fro-
Seeking
fertile
soul soil
where love
might just
grow.Seeking
and searching
for those
more
worn
and war-torn
than she:
Ones
anxious-
pleading-
desperate
in need.Praying
the Creator
sends
them hope
with a smile;
on the wings
of change
sending
her energy
over the
miles.A fragile
yet wise,
Ginsberg sort
of a Girl;
On the
border
of being -
out of
this world.Searching
Seeking
Hoping to find-
All she
can help
in her very short time.Her maggic
is sacred -
Her intent
is so pure;
gods and godesses
of old
seek to them
to bring
her near.Demons abound
a fount
believing they
to have found;
Yet to one-
her Creator
only,
she so is bound

A heart
pure
in desire,
for absence
of animosity.
In her
dreams
she
once beheld
recipreciosity

Her heart bruised
yet open
to one
and to all-
True to
the Creator
for that,
none shall fall.

A lighte
of the ages-
A friend
true and rare-
Such is the woman
known as
Breezy Kiefair!!

at 12:26 AMfrom

Poetry and Random Reflections of Maggie Slighte. “Everything I do; I do, Slightely”

Open your closed eyelid
Which is gently brushed by a virginal dream!
I am the ghost of the rose
That you wore last night at the ball.
You took me when I was still sprinkled with pearls
Of silvery tears from the watering-can,
And, among the sparkling festivities,
You carried me the entire night.

O you, who caused my death:
Without the power to chase it away,
You will be visited every night by my ghost,
Which will dance at your bedside.
But fear nothing; I demand
Neither Mass nor De Profundis;
This mild perfume is my soul,
And I’ve come from Paradise.

My destiny is worthy of envy;
And to have a fate so fine,
More than one would give his life
For on your breast I have my tomb,
And on the alabaster where I rest,
A poet with a kiss
Wrote: “Here lies a rose,
Of which all kings may be jealous.”
http://youtu.be/B_7MiojC3ys

Hannah Hurnard’s “Hind’s Feet on High Places” audiobook video series

hind'a feet on high places

playlist on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLwc43UiVjiudD0DhoUELBfeHOamG_Hvtj

A set of videos in Tribute to the writing of Hannah Hurnard, “Hind’s Feet on High Places” to Art of Breezy Kiefair i just put music and art to a book that has been a favorite since childhood… my mother used to read me that book…. call it a tribute to her and an introduction of the book to an audience that may otherwise remain unaware of it. I recommend it for anyone with anxiety or PTSD

Preface to the allegory

The Preface chapter  to Art of Breezy Kiefair and the Music of Piotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

Preface to the allegory

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info on the book: “Hinds’ Feet on High Places” From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Hinds’ Feet on High Places

Hinds’ Feet on High Places
Author(s) Hannah Hurnard
Country United Kingdom
Language English
Genre(s) Christian
Publisher Christian Literature Crusade
Publication date 1955
Media type Print (Hardback &Paperback)
Pages 158 pp.
ISBN ISBN 0 86065 192 4

Hinds’ Feet on High Places is an allegorical novel by English author Hannah HurnardHinds’ Feet was written in 1955 and has become a very successful work of Christian fiction, seeing new editions published as recently as July, 2005.

Plot introduction[edit]

It is the story of a young woman named Much Afraid, and her journey away from her Fearing family and into the High Places of the Shepherd, guided by her two companions Sorrow and Suffering. It is an allegory of a Christian devotional life from salvation through maturity. It aims to show how a Christian is transformed from unbeliever to immature believer to mature believer, who walks daily with God as easily on the High Places of Joy in the spirit as in the daily life of mundane and often humiliating tasks that may cause Christians to lose perspective.

The book takes its title from Habakkuk 3:19, “The Lord God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places.”

The story begins in the Valley of Humiliation with Much Afraid, being beset by the unwanted advances of her cousin, Craven Fear, who wishes to marry her. The Family of Fearings seems to have some strong similarities to the Addams Family. Much Afraid is ugly from all outward appearances, walking on club feet, sporting gnarled, deformed hands, and speaking from a crooked mouth that seems to have been made so by a stroke or the like.

The Good Shepherd is tender and gentle with Much Afraid, especially in the beginning. However, His many sudden departures may strike the reader as bizarre, given the human penchant to expect kindly souls to never do everything that may be interpreted as rude or as hurtful in any way. Yet, though the Shepherd leaves in a moment, He returns the same way at the first furtive cry of the forlorn little protagonist. “Come, Shepherd, for I am much afraid!”

When Much Afraid intimates that she would love to be able to dance upon the high places as do the surefooted deer, the Shepherd commends her for this desire. In order to accomplish this, he offers to “plant the seed of love” into her heart. At first sight of the long, black hawthorne-looking seed, she shrieks in fear. Soon, she relents, and after the initial intense pain, she senses that something is indeed different in her, though she still looks the same, for now.

Just when the reader thinks that Much Afraid is about to reach the High Places, the path turns downward towards a seemingly endless desert. There is incident with an extremely high cliff that must be ascended by a steep, slippery and very narrow zig-zagging track, with the help of her two companions, Sorrow and Suffering. Then days are spent in a forest that is shrouded in a thick cloud of fog. During this time Much Afraid is sequestered with her two friends in a log cabin. The climax is an unexpected twist that comes as Much Afraid despairs of ever reaching the High Places.

Allusions/references to other works[edit|edit source]

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

References[edit]

Bosman, Ellen. “Hind’s Feet on High Places” in Masterplots II: Christian Literature. Pasadena, CA: Salem Press, 2007: 779-782. Bezzina, Christopher Felix. ‘Journey to the High Places. Hannah Hurnard’s Spirituality and the Song of Songs.’http://www.amazon.com/Journey-High-Places-Hurnards-Spirituality/dp/1620320983

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

Phoenix Tears Alcohol Extraction Tutorial

The purpose of this tutorial is to teach you how to make Phoenix Tears Therapy. I learned to make the tears from Mr. Ronnie Lee Smith, who is currently sitting in jail as I write. I was Mr Smith‘s apprentice for a year and a half before he was arrested. He has asked me to make the method available to all so that anyone who is in need of this life saving information can access it.

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), Ronnie Smith Oil, Jamaican Hash Oil (like you used to get “back in the day”) Cannabis extract, or simply hash oil. Whatever you call it, it is strong medicine that cures most cancers and can treat many disorders/diseases in the body.

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 Solvent to use?

What solvent you use to create your cannabis oil is very important. If you are thinking of making your own oil, please take the time to educate yourself on the benefits and risks of any solvent you are thinking of using.  When selecting your solvent, it is essential to be as educated as possible about the properties of that solvent.

I recommend use of food grade alcohol and nothing else for beginners (because the solvent is already food grade, it is good for beginners who are learning the method… that way, IF any solvent is left behind due to inexperience, it is still safe to consume.)  Those proficient with use of alcohol as a solvent may then begin using  isopropyl alcohol 91% (rubbing alcohol) once they have learned to tell when no alcohol  remains. If you use a still, you can reclaim your solvent for reuse to cut down on costs.
Another option is moonshine if  you  have a trusted source  but note the word trusted. you want someone who has been making shine a long time with lots of living long term customers… if you get my drift

Please read this article: 

A few words on the properties of Isopropyl alcohol

Dry Ice/ CO2 / Carbon Dioxide extraction

Dry ice, sometimes referred to as “Cardice” or as “card ice” (chiefly British English), is the solid form of carbon dioxide. It is used primarily as a cooling agent. Its advantages include lower temperature than that of water ice and not leaving any residue (other than incidental frost from moisture in the atmosphere). It is useful for preserving frozen foods, ice cream, etc., where mechanical cooling is unavailable.  You may read the Wikipedia article about the propertied of Dry ice by clicking this sentence.

I must admit, I have never used CO2.to extract, however, I have had the pleasure of smoking hashes that have been extracted with this method. Unlike butane or Naphtha products, I do not have any adverse effects from concentrates extracted with this method. The CO2 extraction method for cannabis cure oil relies on freezing the medication crystals so they “break away” from the remaining plant material. As I said, I have not extracted with COpersonally, so I can offer no more tutorial on carbon dioxide extraction method than this small blurb.

What Solvents NOT TO USE

Butane

Butane is something I know a lot of folks love. But there are just too many folks like me too sensitive to petrol ppms left in the end product. I have tried plenty of well made bho, shatter, earwax or whatever you want to call butane extractions. They will get ya good and stoned, but I find an increase in symptoms above symptom levels before smoking (joint pain especially and muscle tension) when it begins to wear off.

I (and many others) cannot tolerate butane extracted hash. It makes my body ache every time I smoke it. For some people, butane may be an option, but I will follow my common sense and you follow yours….  I personally experience side effects from any concentrate that has been extracted with a petroleum based solvent.

“Despite its usefulness, butane is also a toxic chemical. Inhalation of the gas can lead to drowsiness, narcosis, cardiac arrhythmia, frostbite, and death from asphyxiation, acute toxicity, and ventricular fibrillation. Butane inhalation is the most common single cause of solvent-related death. Thus, butane needs to be handled with care.”
http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Butane

Naphtha

Naphtha is not good for you!

I do not believe that Naphtha should be used to create this medication for ANYONE. I have received a great deal of hate for taking this position, however this substance is dangerous on MANY levels and I cannot in good conscience stop educating people on it’s dangers when others are actively encouraging its use. Many people have subtle or undiagnosed multiple chemical sensitivitiesThere are many reasons Naphtha is not a healthy solvent. I encourage you to read this post that speaks in detail about the dangers (just click this sentence)

and watch this video:

Please also be sure to read the commentary on both versions of this video. I kindly call it a debate, but anyone who reads it will see that I have taken a great deal of heat for educating people to the dangers of using the petrochemical naphtha  to create cannabis oil.

Commentary on the first version of the video.

Commentary on the second version of the video.

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

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

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)

What about quality?

The man who taught me to make the oil can handle this question for me jump to about 4:19 seconds into the video if you are in a hurry.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFKo8yz8yjA&feature=share&list=PLwc43UiVjiuei4EEsVLLENxtNMH1ASuwl

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.

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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 you will Need

here is a list on amazon.com so you can see the items discussed in this post

a quantity of Indica cannabis flowers or cannabis trim

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

1 lb of bud generally yields 2 ounces of oil

1.2-1.5 pounds of cannabis trim yields about 2 ounces of oil depending on the crystal content of the raw materials.

a bag made of t-shirt material (a pillow case made of this fabric works well)

If you buy a set of jersey fabric sheets that comes in a bag, the bag it comes in and the pillow cases are perfect to put raw material in for soaking. if you don’t want to buy a sheet set or pillowcases, sewing up a new (or old) CLEAN t-shirt into a bag will serve just as well.”

a container to soak in

for soaking the raw material and alcohol. Some substitute a large plastic container, but I prefer glass and metal start to finish”

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.

A stainless steel colander or strainer

A Still  (if you wish to reclaim your solvent) or a rice cooker very small batches can be made in a coffee pot, but you likely won’t ever wish to use it to make coffee again. if the above still link does not work, try this: http://www.nutriteam.com/catalogsearch/result/?q=essential+oil+still

The temperatures in the rice cooker or still are appropriate for decarboxylation. Basically the process of evaporating the alcohol off the essential oil extract accomplishes the step of heating it so it is suitable for ingestion.

Unbleached cone shaped coffee filters

a funnel

toothpicks to stir with

a small heavy glass dish about 4 inches in diameter at the bottom

A desktop heated coffee or tea warmer

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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 YOU DO

Step 1 Grind it:

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 Freeze it:

Place your raw materials in a bag made from t-shirt (jersey) material. 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)

Step 3 SOAK IT:

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.

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 stainless steel colander or strainer and allow the alcohol to drain from the bag thoroughly. 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 Cook it:

Open a window or otherwise ensure proper 

ventilation for the duration of this step!

You may need a fan in the window to help ventilate the alcohol fumes.

If you need to ensure others do not smell your cook,

Please do so using your own common sense!

Please be careful about any flames in the cooking

room, or near the window outside of your cook.

Put your filtered alcohol into the device you intend to cook with (still, rice cooker or coffee pot) and turn on the device. Pay close attention to the cook. check it frequently and stir it often with a wooden apparatus you don’t mind being stained for life.

As the oil becomes thicker, you will need to stir it about every 10 minutes.

You may find some hard material as you stir. this will want to stick together. allow it to do so and press this harder material against the side of the container. this material contains residual plant cellulose and is of slightly lower medication value. It is suitable to be put into capsules and swallowed, or made into suppositories for anal or vaginal use.

While there is still enough alcohol left in the mixture for you to pour it, transfer the oil into a small glass dish placed on a desktop coffee or tea warmer.

Continue stirring every ten minutes and pay attention to the bubbles that rise up through the oil. At first, the bubbles with be large, then they will become smaller and smaller as the oil becomes thicker.

YOU KNOW THE OIL IS COMPLETE WHEN NO

MORE BUBBLES show and the oil appears to be a still black mirror

Step 6 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
snail mail:

Bréedhéen O’Rilley Keefer

P.O. Box 705

Lafayette, Colorado 80026

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

Posts from Breezy’s Digital Journal April 2013

About once a week, I plan to post some of the high and low lights of the week from my personal journey.

Here are some posts beginning April 1, 2013

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  • Apparently my kitty still agrees i need to rest… Hermoine Once again has morphed into nursemaid kitteh… Every time i so much as sit up in bed she starts mewing at me as if to say “get back in this bed mama, You know you need to rest”… Then when i lie down, She has to lay on top of me (most likely soshe can go to sleep and be alerted if i get up) i Still love this cat so freaking much..

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Posted April 2, 2013 at 10:12am

It is time to get Very real about my illness…… I know many of you have been wondering…. the news has not been good and I am headed out to the doctor again. The problem? my pancreas. The pancreas is responsible for creating several of our digestive enzymes including one called Lipase. My pancreas tends to go nutty at times and make WAY too much lipase. (this explains my inability to keep weight on) when it makes too much lipase, it gets rid of as much of it as possible through my gut and in a normal body would store much of it in my gall bladder. I however, lack a gall bladder having it surgically removed for gall stones in 2006. With no where for all this Lipase DIGESTIVE enzyme to go, it begins to literally EAT my pancreas tissue. You cannot survive without your pancreas. These lipase rich spells have been getting more frequent and lasting longer. The doctors and I both are working to try and keep those numbers down, but until we figure out the mechanism causing the flares (likely due to nothing more than my genetic disease Familial Mediterranean Fever (FMF) ) there is not much we can do. my body does not tolerate Colchicine the only approved treatment to reduce Familial Mediterranean fever flares. The doctors are doing their best to keep an eye on those lipase levels, keep an eye on my weight and my pain managed. Beyond that there is little more that can be done. If too much of my pancreas is eaten away, I will die. period.

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Posted April 2, 2013 1:32pm

I’m back from the doctor. She upped the dose on the immediate release pain pills, we are still wating on the extended release pills to be available at the pharmacy, gave me more nausea meds, took blood and urine, wants me to see a gastroenterologist soon, and will call me about my pancreas and kidney function. She cautioned me of HIGH urine PH through many of my tests and said I needed to flush my kidneys better (duh.. been drinking cranberry juice since they started aching)… i then made a B-line for the nearest dispensaries and grabbed some meds….. Doc wants me on more medibles and less smoke… sorry doc… the smoke is most effective for my pain in the doses I can afford right now….

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  • Have a blessed day. I put in a rough night, but am grateful for what sleep I did get. I’m going to go shiver on the balcony to send out a morning blessing for those less fortunate than I am. May whatever you need find it’s way to you at a price you can afford (even if you can afford nothing) is my request to the universe on behalf of all my friends, fans and fiends this morning

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  • A traditional method given by The Buddha in the Satipatthana Sutta is to go into the forest and sit beneath a tree and then to simply watch the breath, if the breath is long, to notice that the breath is long, if the breath is short, to notice that the breath is short.[4][5]
    While inhaling and exhaling, the meditator practices:
    training the mind to be sensitive to one or more of: the entire body, rapture, pleasure, the mind itself, and mental processes
    training the mind to be focused on one or more of: inconstancy, dispassion, cessation, and relinquishment
    steadying, satisfying, or releasing the mind.
    A popular non-canonical method used today, loosely based on the Visuddhimagga, follows four stages:
    repeatedly counting exhalations in cycles of 10
    repeatedly counting inhalations in cycles of 10
    focusing on the breath without counting
    focusing only on the spot where the breath enters and leaves the nostrils (i.e., the nostril and upper lip area).
    ref: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anapanasati — with Steve Elliott and 24 others.

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  • research, rest and many deep thoughts about self worth….

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4/4/2013

  • My mind is finally at ease. I soaked in waters leaving me scented of pine treeS. A toke and a talk reassures me my logic is sound And with these words this lady excuses herself to Focus on healing wilst the pain bodywide does pound. i must gather strength until the morning. I shall need it for the ssi office and all of that which needs sorting.

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4/4/2013

  • I have often questioned myself and my worth in the industry which I have chosen for myself. If this past month proved nothing else in my little log of one cannabis patient’s journey, it is that I have indeed helped a lot of people, and that when the chips were down for me, there were many people willing to stand up for me and help me be more comfortable. Over and over I heard, “Breezy you have done so much for other people, its only right that others do for you now.” It also proved to me that my intellectual property is indeed worth being compensated. I am grateful to the person who is compensating me for its use. That being said, and many worries off of my head, this little poetess is going to bed.

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  • i”m on my way over to the social security administration office….

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  • If you have a problem feeling your own self worth, do something beautiful for someone else. Sooner of later, The evidence of “good” stacks up and becomes too much good karma to be ignored. If you really want to know your worth to the universe, Throw your body and fate to the winds and see where you land and who helps you out. Its a sure way to tell if your karma is messed up or not… If your karma is ok, You will land on your feet and hit the ground running. ~Breezy

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  • Fatten me strawberries:
    5 fresh large strawberries washed
    and served with a dipping sauce of:
    1/3 cup granulated cane sugar
    1-2 tbsp lemon juice
    1-2 tbsp organic butter (medicated or un-medicated)
    1/8 tspn ground ginger
    honey
    heated in microwave for 30 seconds and blended together with a spoon.

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4/5/2013

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4/5/2013

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  • For some individuals, All that can be expected or hoped for Out of them is to take one step (even a baby step) towards their goals per day… For some individuals, If they get that tiny step made, Then the remainder of the hours of the day can and should be devoted to nothing more than laying about in asmuch comfort as can be provided by that individual’s circumstances. i hope any of you who need a blessing such as this find it.

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4/5/2013 10:18pm

if you wish to know why i am so dedicated to logging my path and fighting for those less fortunate than i am, Consider how blessed i am. A person could live many lifetimes and not lead a lif as interesting as mine has been. One could live many lives and not see a cultural change as large as what is going on with cannabis right now. The job title of pot critic (be it a paid or unpaid position) is a career to be envied. I have been gifted many talents by my creator and many friends by my personality. For all this, I give thanks…. And pray that circumstances improve for those not so able to turn talent into pot from their sick beds. I have been where you are too and sincerely hope you find comfort. No one should HAVE to turn talent or labor into pot from their sickbed anyway.

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4/6/2013 7:54am 

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4/6/2013

  • Green grits:
    prepare quick grits according to package instructions
    add 1-2 Tbspns infused organic butter
    add seasonings or sweeteners to taste

    (i know salt and pepper is traditional on grits, But you add more calories with cane sugar, Molasses or honey)

    • Becky Haines and Patty Mary like this.
    • Becky Haines I love me some grits
    • River Valley Pharmz  I have never understood grits…I think they are sum yukkiness and I have tried at least a dozen times to alter that opinion. Then again people look at me in horror when I eat Blue Cheese…
    • Breezy Kiefair well River Valley Pharmz, do you like Hominy corn? grits are made from hominy…. and if you have only tried them the traditional savory way, try them sweet sometime…. and if you still don’t like them, the above method works just as well with oatmeal or cream of wheat.
    • River Valley Pharmz I do not like them in general and it appears to be for no particular reason other the taste.. I do however love oatmeal and cream of wheat especially when my digestive system is feeling like three mile island.
    • Breezy Kiefair well, then add the butter to the breakfast stuff you like… I dunno where my attachment to grits comes from…. I have always loved hominy corn and to my system, its soothing to the gut.
    • Breezy Kiefair ah, no wonder I like them… the process makes it high in NIACIN

      http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hominy
      To make hominy, field corn (maize) grain is dried, then treated by soaking and cooking the mature (hard) grain in a dilute solution of slaked lime (calcium hydroxide) or wood ash, a process termed nixtamalization. Lime and ash are highly alkaline: the alkalinity helps the dissolution of hemicellulose, the major glue-like component of the maize cell walls, and loosens the hulls from the kernels and softens the corn. Some of the corn oil is broken down into emulsifying agents (monoglycerides and diglycerides), while bonding of the corn proteins to each other is also facilitated. The divalent calcium in lime acts as a cross-linking agent for protein and polysaccharide acidic side chains.[2] As a result, while cornmeal made from untreated ground corn is unable by itself to form a dough on addition of water, the chemical changes in masa allow dough formation, which is essential to the ability to fashion dough into tortillas.
      Finally, in addition to providing a source of dietary calcium, the lime reacts with the corn so that the nutrient niacin can be assimilated by the digestive tract. While consumption of untreated corn is a risk factor in predisposition to pellagra, as in African countries, the risk is dramatically reduced or eliminated by nixtamalization.[3] The soaked maize is washed, and then ground into masa. When fresh masa is dried and powdered, it becomes masa seca or masa harina.

      en.wikipedia.org

      To make hominy, field corn (maize) grain is dried, then treated by soaking and c…See More
    • River Valley Pharmz oh gawd…hahahaha. I don’t use butter (it’s not the only thing out of my diet) either for mostly health reasons: It’s a cholesterol thing. Depending on the application I use olive oil or coconut oil, I do miss that buttery flavor on occasion but I am not missing the bad triglyceride levels
    • River Valley Pharmz Thank U for the link….
    • Breezy Kiefair olive or coconut oil are good oils for the meds. I have never had a problem with cholesterol or high blood pressure… in fact the doc is telling me that no fat is my enemy right now… LOL
    • River Valley Pharmz Lucky you and I think I am lucky as well. I am rapidly breaching the half century mark, I have lots of friends a couple decades younger than me in much worse shape as far as heart health is concerned….

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4/6/2013  at 1:07pm · 

  • whenever it comes to matters of copyright and intellectual property, breezy asks herself what would Dolly Parton do…. she worked in songwriting at a time when women were often shit-cut out of deals…. Ms. Breezy Kiefair is in a very different use of intellectual property, but whenever I dunno what to do about my intellectual property rights, I take a page from the Dolly Parton I Will Always Love You years.

    By 1970, both Parton and Wagoner had grown frustrated by her lack of solo success, and Porter had her sing Jimmie Rodgers’ “Mule Skinner Blues (Blue Yodel No. 8),” a gimmick that worked. The record shot to number three on the charts, followed closely by her first number one single, “Joshua.” For the next two years, she had a number of solo hits — including her signature song “Coat of Many Colors” (number four, 1971) — in addition to her duets. Though she had successful singles, none of them were blockbusters until “Jolene” reached number one in early 1974. Parton stopped traveling with Wagoner after its release, yet she continued to appear on television and sing duets with him until 1976.

    Once she left Wagoner, Parton’s records became more eclectic and diverse, ranging from the ballad “I Will Always Love You” (number one, 1974) and the racy “The Bargain Store” (number one, 1975) to the crossover pop of “Here You Come Again” (number one, 1977), and the disco experiments of “Baby I’m Burning” (number 25 pop, 1978). From 1974 to 1980, she consistently charted in the country Top Ten, with no less than eight singles reaching number one. Parton had her own syndicated television show, Dolly, in 1976 and by the next year had gained the right to produce her own albums, which immediately resulted in diverse efforts like 1977′s New Harvest…First Gathering. In addition to her own hits during the late ’70s, many artists, from Rose Maddox and Kitty Wells to Olivia Newton-John, Emmylou Harris, and Linda Ronstadt, covered her songs, and her siblings Randy and Stella received recording contracts of their own.

    Though she was quite popular, Parton became a genuine superstar in 1977, when the Barry Mann/Cynthia Weil song “Here You Come Again” became a huge crossover hit, reaching number three on the pop charts, spending five weeks at the top of the country charts, and going gold. Its accompanying album went platinum and the follow-up, Heartbreaker, went gold. Soon, she was on the cover of country and mainstream publications alike. With the new financial windfall, a lawsuit against Wagoner — who had received a significant portion of her royalties — ensued. By the time it was settled, she regained her copyrights while Wagoner was given a nominal fee and the studio the duo shared. In the wake of the lawsuit, a delayed duet album, Making Plans, appeared in 1980; its title track hit number two on the country charts.
    http://www.cmt.com/artists/dolly-parton/biography/

    perhaps the saddest and most powerful dolly parton song she ever wrote…

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4/6/2013

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4/6/13 6:01pm

  • Remember folks, A frequently cleaned pipe is a happy healthy pipe… I try not to toke more than 24 hrs without cleaning or switching to a clean pipe. Nasty pipes can cause nause

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4/6/2013 7:24 pm

I’m about to take a trip out on the balcony for a sunset-ish time toke… then i think i will look through the netflix library for something to sleep to. I was a lot more active today with the canna butter in my system. for that i am very grateful.

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4/6/2013 7:58pm

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Sunday 4/7/2013 8:18 am

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4/7/2013 8:28am

Wont you join me in giving thanks to the creator for all that each of us individually and collectively offer the Good of the universe? i have a bowl packed with red dragon (60s/40) and topped with sour diesel bubble hash (70s/30) for the occasion i will be sharing virtually.

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4/7/2013 9:01am

share either link if you agree
http://kiefair.com/2013/03/24/medicinal-cannabis-activist-creed/

https://www.facebook.com/breezy.kiefair/posts/584866321533381

Medicinal Cannabis Activist CreedThis is my medicinal cannabis path.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My medicinal cannabis is my best friend.
It is my life. I must master knowledge of it, as I must master my life.Without me fighting for it, my medicinal cannabis is useless.
Without my medicinal cannabis, I am useless.
I must represent the path of my medicinal cannabis life with truth.
I must debate more effectively than my opponents who are able bodied and trying to limit my rights to good health.
I must show my science to lawmakers before lawmakers imprison me or those like me.
I will.Before my creator I swear this creed.
My medicinal cannabis and myself are valuable to the economy of my country.
We are the masters of our legislators, they are in OUR employ.
We are the Saviors of a life giving medication.
So be it … until there is no prohibition.by Breezy Kiefair of The Art of Breezy Kiefair, an artist under the influence of cannabisReefer Gurl,Kiefair.com, and Gardening Tips for the Medically Damned

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4/7/2013 11:28am

  • Am i the only one who hates how fb censors past posts when your scrolling down through them? and who decides what remains? i share so much freaking information its not really fair to arbitrarily hide posts as you scroll down the wall… Oh, And how about allowing the viewer or person posting ability to view the posts in chronilogical order? i get putting newest posts on top, But what if i wanted to view the journey and growth of a page from start to present?

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4/7/2013 2:37

m’kay I have a review post of some of the dispensaries I have been visiting in boulder county, Colo all written and scheduled to be readable at 4:20pm today on Kiefair.com… so Breezy Kiefair of The Art of Breezy Kiefair thinks she deserves to head out for a nice long toke! virtual tokes to those in need.

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More Next week……

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Medicinal Cannabis Activist Creed

Medicinal Cannabis Activist Creed

This is my medicinal cannabis path.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My medicinal cannabis is my best friend.
It is my life. I must master knowledge of it, as I must master my life.

Without me fighting for it, my medicinal cannabis is useless.
Without my medicinal cannabis, I am useless.
I must represent the path of my medicinal cannabis life with truth.
I must debate more effectively than my opponents who are able bodied and trying to limit my rights to good health.
I must show my science to lawmakers before lawmakers imprison me or those like me.
I will.

Before my creator I swear this creed.
My medicinal cannabis and myself are valuable to the economy of my country.
We are the masters of our legislators, they are in OUR employ.
We are the Saviors of a life giving medication.
So be it … until there is no prohibition.

by Breezy Kiefair of The Art of Breezy Kiefair, an artist under the influence of cannabisReefer GurlKiefair.com, and Gardening Tips for the Medically Damned

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based on The Creed of the United States Marine or “Rifleman’s creed”

This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will…
My rifle and I know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit…
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America’s and there is no enemy, but peace!

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

This old man he rolled one…

He smoked it up with his son…

With a nick nack paddy whack roll us another bone…

This old man came toking home.

This old man he rolled two.

He smoked reefer till he flew.

With a nick nack paddy whack roll us another bone.

This old man came toking home.

This old man he rolled three

outta  out of his bag og home grown trees

with a nick nack paddy whack roll us another bone…

This old man came toking home.

This old man he rolled four

because today he was so sore

with a nick nack paddy whack roll up another bone…

this old man came toking home.

This old man he rolled five

cannabis oil helps keep him alive

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

this old man came toking home.

This old man he rolled six,

some men need weed to stiffen their dicks

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

this old man tokes in his home.

This old man he rolled seven

smoking weed helps him talk to heaven

with a nick nack paddy whack roll up another bone.

Its spiritual use up in our home.

this old man he rolled eight

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

with a nick nack paddy whack roll up another bone.

No chronic wasting in this home.

this old man he rolled nine,

after toking out he felt just fine

with a nick nack paddy whack roll up another bone…

this old man came toking home.

this old man he rolled ten

then handed ‘em out to all his friends…

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

this old man tokes in and out of home.

The classic children song

“This Old Man Nursery Rhymes”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

more history from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_Old_Man

Origins and history

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

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

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

The more familiar version goes like this:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[edit]In popular culture

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

[edit]References

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

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Pink Floyd Animals, Art, Activism

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

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animals_(Pink_Floyd_album)

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

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

Dogs (Waters, Gilmour) 17:06 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sheep (Waters) 10:19

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

lyrics courtesy of: http://www.pink-floyd-lyrics.com/index.html

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

From Shaved head to cancer free in a little under a month!

Breezy‘s cancer came back… and we had to shave the back of my head to better monitor and treat it. here is the hair cutting video.

Let’s begin with a bit of my personal cancer history

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anyone else notice the big lump on the left? look just above the leaves over my shoulder. It began as a lump behind my left ear the ulcer on the top of the head has been there off and on since I was about 9 years old… it would heal up and reopen unexpectedly years later.
there is a cure for cancer… how many beautiful women need butchered because doctors wanna run from the cure for the sake of monetary gain… are you curious about the cure?

I have a genetic disorder that gives me an extremely high tolerance, and I ate 4-10 grams a day for about a month and cured my cancer. VERY few individuals can tolerate that much oil that quickly. It is not going to kill you  no matter how much you take (given that the tears have been made properly and no solvents remain). Most people just can’t take as much as I did and function on any level. I am a unique case on several levels, so my path and speed down that path need not be yours. You know your own body better than anyone else does (with the exception of your understanding of a creator if you have one.) You should be your own judge of what your body needs.

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

Just this August, I had cancer for the fourth time.

I fought with myself for a long time about even going to a doctor. MY FREE WILL said that a doctor visit is only a diagnostic tool…. I knew I would not be allowing any cutting… I would not be allowing any chemo… I seriously doubted I’d even submit to imaging (radiation of its own).  Another part of me thought that perhaps I would find some benefit from seeing a western medicine doctor for my cancer… I have had it 3 times before… Still, it was not as if I did not know what I was in for…. I make the cure… I’m was left wondering what to do or to think about it, and it was torture for me and everyone I am connected with…. I made up my own damn mind as always (would you expect anything less?) but, took wise take counsel in many forms before coming to a decision… I hate doctors with a passion, but for the good of my sanity and those around me, I went to the doctor. He said “malignant”, and I went home to eat oil.

I began using the phoenix tears therapy in November 2011 ( 1 drop – 1/4 gram of cannabis oil per day) to aid in the agony that had been diagnosed as “fibromyalgia” (a misdiagnosis, but we will get to that part of the tale later) Even before I went in to see the doctor, I had been stepping up my dosing of phoenix tears from my previous dosing.

On August 20, 2012, my facebook status message read:

my mission for the day? do good and try to heal my own body (we have not gone into a doc, but the phoenix tears is pulling some “very bad things” out of me) We have not decided if a trip to see an oncologist is in order, and even if it is in order, i’m not sure i wanna go see the butchers, submit to the diagnostic torture, and fight with them about my alternative therapy choices… so is my remission at an end or not? does it really matter? the answer is the same… I live in a house that makes the cure…. So I will be doing high dose phoenix tears therapy until all these masses are gone… By the way, I have DVD copies of Run From The Cure available for anyone who needs them… I intend to hand them out free at hospitals and Run for the Cure events……

I fulfilled that mission. I have given out at least 50 free copies of the “Run from the Cure” that I had paid a company to make for me. I still have around 50 to go. Some went to dispensaries (as you would expect), some were handed out in the doctor’s office(s) I visited, others went to health food stores, some went to herbalists and naturopathic healers, some went to people I happened to speak to in the grocery store line, more went in random places where it was up to fate to decide whose hands the video ended up in… like outside of tobacco shops, liquor stores, and gambling dens. 

After a conversation with a Dude collecting donations for homeless vets. Before giving, I made sure the vets are allowed to medicate with weed. They are and brother man has his red card.I donated $108 to his cause when I meant to donate $9… there is a benjamin doing good things for homeless vets… wow am i glad i asked if they had a place for the vets to use their canna-medicine if they have a colorado license to do so… 

I had to shave the back of my head to make topical application of the cannabis oil thinned slightly with olive oil an easier thing to do. I remembered a haircut that had been popular in my youth, and secure in the knowledge that my treatment would not make my hair fall out, I only shaved the back of my head. If I wore a scarf, no one could tell that the back of my head was so lumpy, uneven and working on using the cancer cure. But it wasn’t just a mass on the back of my head, I also had a mass in my left breast and small masses in various other parts of my body (along the lymphatic system’s pathways).  My digestive tract was so messed up that I have lived on a liquid diet almost exclusively from March 2012-the present (although I have recently been able to eat/digest more solid food). There were a ton of other symptoms as well. It was agony. By taking the phoenix tears in very high doses, I was able to eliminate all the masses the doctors had found. They were shocked, amazed, and educated by my “miraculous healing”. They had given me about a month to live, and within that month, I made all the cancer go away using cannabis oil.

On September 24, 2012 at 10:46pm my Facebook status proudly read:

Doc says I am cancer free…. Doc said the remaining portion of the mass on the back of my head is acute muscle tension (thank you fibro). Doc says my doggie gave me a minor head injury while playing with me… doc also says I have Acute Pancreatitis and need to be on bed-rest and clear liquids for a while….. I was afraid of people showing up at the er, so I had to say it was a bud of mine and not me…. They wanted to keep me at the hospital for a few days to control the pain and ensure I was ok, but I just couldn’t handle that and I know I can get a shit-ton of things done on bedrest at home where as I couldn’t get jack and shit done at the hospital…. Thanks for the love and support guys…. I needed it and still do….

Issues with my gut continued. I was diagnosed later with pancreatitis, then colitis, and finally a root cause to all my pain was discovered. I have a rare genetic disease called Familial Mediterranean Fever. Sadly, cannabis cannot cure a defect in my genes (to my knowledge) but it remains an important part of my pain control regimen to ensure I function. You can read more about my crazy genes by clicking this paragraph.

The good news is I can eat solid foods again (sometimes) and I am getting a lot more sleep than I have been capable of in years with the addition of the new treatment based on the diagnosis of Familial Mediterranean Fever.

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read even more about phoenix tears here:

FAQ’s about Phoenix Tears Therapy for the Beginner

Telemarketer’s machine gets a cannabis cancer cure turn around

Rick Simpson on Visual Inspection and Quality of Oils: Debunked

Phoenix Tears Healing a Diabetic Ulcer (8 months of treatment)

Duke the Cancer fighting Dog

REBLOG: Do you still need proof that marijuana cures cancer?

 

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