it's 7:31 am and there has been a storm here in Phoenix where I am visiting my daughter's family and hopefully getting to see my oldest son at some point...well, I guess I did see him for a moment when he picked me up at the airport. He dropped me off here on
Concho Circle and drove off again. Said he had to get to work at the Hyatt...
T here is an election going on momentarily. In Phoenix it is the proposition that marijuana be legalized for recreational purpose. Last night Grandpa Phil was supposed to give me a toke off his vape wherein he has medicinally prescribed marijuana. I have used it for years but never have been legally prescribed it because ...well, because...
There really isn't a dark underbelly with marijuana like there is heroin and cocaine. Right now that's apparently the missing sequence with my older son, that he's out there with his light sword chopping up the known universe of unfriendly trade worlds (read Ashton Kutcher Gwyneth Paltrow for emphasis) and has created an existence for himself outside the rest of us with his own ethic of November 4, which was my mother's birthday always. It still is because she still lives though not in any kind of quality of life because in 2006 my dad died and she would gladly have gone along with him only she gave him his last breath, from whence he was unable to rally. He died in her arms.
So with my daughter and her family there is this great aggregate of goodness and light, we're all in it and it persists with healthy little grandkids and a durable husband figure that takes care of wobbly doorknobs and occasionally scratches his balls in public so we can all see. It's healthy and glowing and successful and comfortable and even their dogs can grow old in peace and quiet, even if they're confined to the backyard most of the time.
I take them for walks when I'm here because I grow fat on the good food and induced idleness from which I find it difficult to escape. Last night I got a new supply of novels for the last days here and for the plane ride back to my sodden existence on the Olympic Peninsula where it has rained for over a month straight.
Yes, I am straight and marijuana has made me so. The experience of a marijuana high, albeit not a great word 'high' it does give one the clarification of the world in which he lives. I say clarification because of where I live, what I see there, and what I see here in the great metropolis of Phoenix/Mesa...the cement city in the desert where last time I visited I was thrilled to find a catfish population in the storm drains...signs of life I took that to be. At home at OP I see flocks of seagulls, eagles cawing in the trees, chirping, chattering, deer in the forest, coyotes, your occasional random black bear...and of course, the neighbors. Plenty folk can't deal with incessant rain. Myself I take it as a time to worry about how MUCH it's raining and will the house withstand this new onslaught. I am on the 'puter, like now...I paint, I read good novels and watch good film...still working on The Seventh Seal which I didn't know was the allegory of the Swedish knight crusader coming home to the Black Plague..oh yeah, I could go off on this tangent and compare the black plague to the effect of marijuana culpability, but the truth is if one's spirit is allowed to enhance itself legally when all this time it has been corraled behind the knowledge that one shouldn't do this because it is illegal to do so and its source and product is gotten to one by devious and no doubt corrupt means..well, the use of it prescribes that one engender that part of it as well, until wherever one goes, one is allowed to be marginal without faith in a hereafter that jail is not so bad a place if one has gotten too much of a whiff of the corrupt aspect...
I had always thought marijuana was illegal because it was just that: an eye opener. One could look at one's surroundings and see for oneself wherein the corruption lay...that there was the secret butt society at work, people who were actuall dogs sniffing one another's asses for the latest scoop on society...we're seeing that in spades in this presidential election: we'll be delivered up the giant sludge of poop on election day and we'll have to sort through that for four years...I won't even say I have a HIllary sign in my window. According to the grand margin, HIllary should be in prison. It's the Trail of Tears to me, Clinton's home state and the ethic of what it means to be Cherokee. Does he even acknowledge his heritage? Do I? I want to...but my forebears are busy buying time for the corrupt master race shouting out for the other guy: the businessman...
Meanwhile, I got on here this am to talk about the reason marijuana should be legalized in America and that is because we need this collective consciousness as a people to make the quantum leap into our future. We are bound to discover new worlds to enhance our genesis with a rainbow collective that finds new worlds, with the First Peoples being the first to arrive there..we need this because of India and Southeast Asia, the dictatorships that ruled till now in the Siberias where I think only animals should exist...where Korea and Viet Nam will call the shots and decide who goes there and they shall only be beast when they do...it's the only way...it's what I think God wanted for us when he died on the cross (JeSUS that is..) there's a little religious spice for you, you have to have your own faith like I have mine, a true ache in my heart to be with my family and miss my son as well...and my spouse wheverhemaybe whomever he shall be whatever may come in this day...understand that a heightened consciousness does mean anything but the awareness that we live in a free society ...weall have to do our part...ask Dana/k
Concho Circle and drove off again. Said he had to get to work at the Hyatt...
T here is an election going on momentarily. In Phoenix it is the proposition that marijuana be legalized for recreational purpose. Last night Grandpa Phil was supposed to give me a toke off his vape wherein he has medicinally prescribed marijuana. I have used it for years but never have been legally prescribed it because ...well, because...
There really isn't a dark underbelly with marijuana like there is heroin and cocaine. Right now that's apparently the missing sequence with my older son, that he's out there with his light sword chopping up the known universe of unfriendly trade worlds (read Ashton Kutcher Gwyneth Paltrow for emphasis) and has created an existence for himself outside the rest of us with his own ethic of November 4, which was my mother's birthday always. It still is because she still lives though not in any kind of quality of life because in 2006 my dad died and she would gladly have gone along with him only she gave him his last breath, from whence he was unable to rally. He died in her arms.
So with my daughter and her family there is this great aggregate of goodness and light, we're all in it and it persists with healthy little grandkids and a durable husband figure that takes care of wobbly doorknobs and occasionally scratches his balls in public so we can all see. It's healthy and glowing and successful and comfortable and even their dogs can grow old in peace and quiet, even if they're confined to the backyard most of the time.
I take them for walks when I'm here because I grow fat on the good food and induced idleness from which I find it difficult to escape. Last night I got a new supply of novels for the last days here and for the plane ride back to my sodden existence on the Olympic Peninsula where it has rained for over a month straight.
Yes, I am straight and marijuana has made me so. The experience of a marijuana high, albeit not a great word 'high' it does give one the clarification of the world in which he lives. I say clarification because of where I live, what I see there, and what I see here in the great metropolis of Phoenix/Mesa...the cement city in the desert where last time I visited I was thrilled to find a catfish population in the storm drains...signs of life I took that to be. At home at OP I see flocks of seagulls, eagles cawing in the trees, chirping, chattering, deer in the forest, coyotes, your occasional random black bear...and of course, the neighbors. Plenty folk can't deal with incessant rain. Myself I take it as a time to worry about how MUCH it's raining and will the house withstand this new onslaught. I am on the 'puter, like now...I paint, I read good novels and watch good film...still working on The Seventh Seal which I didn't know was the allegory of the Swedish knight crusader coming home to the Black Plague..oh yeah, I could go off on this tangent and compare the black plague to the effect of marijuana culpability, but the truth is if one's spirit is allowed to enhance itself legally when all this time it has been corraled behind the knowledge that one shouldn't do this because it is illegal to do so and its source and product is gotten to one by devious and no doubt corrupt means..well, the use of it prescribes that one engender that part of it as well, until wherever one goes, one is allowed to be marginal without faith in a hereafter that jail is not so bad a place if one has gotten too much of a whiff of the corrupt aspect...
I had always thought marijuana was illegal because it was just that: an eye opener. One could look at one's surroundings and see for oneself wherein the corruption lay...that there was the secret butt society at work, people who were actuall dogs sniffing one another's asses for the latest scoop on society...we're seeing that in spades in this presidential election: we'll be delivered up the giant sludge of poop on election day and we'll have to sort through that for four years...I won't even say I have a HIllary sign in my window. According to the grand margin, HIllary should be in prison. It's the Trail of Tears to me, Clinton's home state and the ethic of what it means to be Cherokee. Does he even acknowledge his heritage? Do I? I want to...but my forebears are busy buying time for the corrupt master race shouting out for the other guy: the businessman...
Meanwhile, I got on here this am to talk about the reason marijuana should be legalized in America and that is because we need this collective consciousness as a people to make the quantum leap into our future. We are bound to discover new worlds to enhance our genesis with a rainbow collective that finds new worlds, with the First Peoples being the first to arrive there..we need this because of India and Southeast Asia, the dictatorships that ruled till now in the Siberias where I think only animals should exist...where Korea and Viet Nam will call the shots and decide who goes there and they shall only be beast when they do...it's the only way...it's what I think God wanted for us when he died on the cross (JeSUS that is..) there's a little religious spice for you, you have to have your own faith like I have mine, a true ache in my heart to be with my family and miss my son as well...and my spouse wheverhemaybe whomever he shall be whatever may come in this day...understand that a heightened consciousness does mean anything but the awareness that we live in a free society ...weall have to do our part...ask Dana/k
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