It’s interesting how we categorize people. Someone saves a baby from a speeding train and they are a Hero. Another person jumps in front of a bullet for his fellow man…he is a hero. But make a lifelong decision to fight for your freedom to get high…and society labels you an outlaw. The collective census determines the wholes agenda. What has been fascinating to watch over the past 50 years is the collective view on Cannabis, and the associated products developed from it, change from one of distain and criminality to collective acceptance.
There was a time when you wouldn’t even mention the term Marijuana in public. You would talk about it in hushed tones in alleys far away from prying eyes and ears. Today, you can flick on the television and see the latest story of a new dispensary opening up just down the road with a line around the block. I believe that after 50 years of fighting a trumped up politically driven war we would finally just get it and stand up and say no more. However, as much as many are doing this now, it’s like anything else it’s a slow process wrought with tragedy and pain. Many have fallen and lost their battle to the war on drugs. In their wake is a nation confused about the results. I mean, I see politicians champion the war on drugs effectiveness but we have to ask ourselves what are we really fighting for? What did we actually gain. One person said to me, we criminalized it, then penalized those who used it because of the cost associated with controlling it. It was about money for those to criminalized it and for those criminalized it was about setting the fu**$(# record straight…”We don’t care what you say, we’re gonna get high anyway.”
We have to take a step back and try to see the world as a collective, what is wrong for one man may not be wrong for another. And what is good for you may not be good for me. That doesn’t mean I have the right to force my convictions on you. I can only respect you and yours and ask the same from you. When respect breaks down and dictators need to feel some form of control, a war is born…a war on drugs. In this case it was a means to an end.
This is how I see it working out, why it doesn’t change I will never know…but tomorrow, as the congressional member wakes up, he will have his shot of scotch to soothe his soul and take a long hit off a pipe to bring it back down to earth. He will sign his bill to make cannabis illegal and then return to his house where he comfortably tokes his bong on the back porch. This is democracy. This is the legacy of a nation that has forgotten that we are all part of something so much bigger than ourselves and no matter how far we may rise, we all have that sense in our souls to return to the earth, to feel the life it gives and take part in what it offers. Its just that some men are driven by power and use this connection to prostitute and strip the world around them while others feel the pain of the earth and partner with her to bring peace and harmony and freedom to the collective.
This plant is the peace maker…it’s why only those who hate peace hate the plant. It’s a gift. If we accept it in the nature we are intended to we will see amazing results. In some cases scientists are saying we have only just begun to see the value this plant has to our society. I understood this at a very early age. I felt the call from the plant and it was a partnership form the very beginning. I didn’t feel like I had the option to do anything else…it was a calling on my life. I knew the risks and I was happy to chance them to bring this plant to the people. So whatever, call me an outlaw….in a few years….I’ll be a hero too.