Bathrobe Prophet Volume 5; Confessions of a Leper Messiah
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The cloves burned my throat but only the slow burning oily spice made smoking cannabis joints economical. Some times you had to smoke a joint as opposed to the more common pipe or bong. I used a long dried out glass bong bowl as a cigarette holder for the roaches. I feel very literary. Not a literary lion or even a leech. I am a literary leper. A blogger extolling the legitimate virtues of cannabis. A shameless believer that the many beneficial and enjoyable effects are not an accident of nature but a fact of natural order; and certainly not criminal or dangerous.
Nature does not give us a need that nature cannot also sate. Human beings while intellectually strong; lack the mental fortitude of other predators. We lack the ability to pursue our instincts with callous disregard and the self control to deny our desires. On a long enough time line everyone succumbs to temptation. Even Pope Benedict the whatever was once HJ Ratzenburg; too cowardly to stand up against the heathen Nazis even as came between the shepherds and the flock, never mind the persecution and extermination of a people. Why would he; Catholic doctrine has always been evolved in a predatory way. That is why all Christian Holidays mirror Pagan Rites and celebrations. I am a long studied Christian who also endured a year of Catholic School. Sadly no plaid skirted trysts to share with my readers.
Our fragile condition leaves us with a brutal nature, the expression and the results of that expression, with which we are incapable of reasoning. Nature does not create a need it does not also sate. Humans can over come this fatal self destructive flaw. Marijuana makes it possible to deal with human drama and not kill people. I can not tell you how many 1000's of people survive to this day because I smoke reefer! If you think you might be one of these people you probably are one. You want to know why I am not on psyche meds; because nature makes the best. Takes as needed or until unable to load the next bowl.
How did I come to this awful state of mental decay? The drugs? Maybe. The booze? More likely. I've had my first real confirmed black out brawl. I didn't have my knife at least and everyone is still friends, for whatever that is worth. I know one of these nights I am going to get invited to a party and find a bunch of friends sitting in a near circle with one empty chair. The one person I don't know the only one who can meet my eyes. The Interloper. Will I have my knife? Will I be able to fight my way out of the intervention guilt trap and maintain my last shred of faith in human beings?
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Very astute CWB; if you long for what you do not need then you can never be sated. And just because I chose the path doesn't absolve it from sucking.
Horatio, the path is wrong only if you do not chose it freely and of your own will.
I most often tread the the path of solitude myself. Being outcast is often a badge of honor.
The castigation, the rebuke and the isolation of the pariah are often an admission of the ignorance, fear and guilt of the persecutor.
Absolution is self-administered.
I don't believe you need to label yourself using other people's yardsticks. I also believe that if the use of marijuana were legalised, the world would be a much better place. But, aaaahhhhh...we're forgetting the ones who get filthy rich because it isn't!!! :(
I'm glad I followed one of my favourite hubbers here - look forward to reading more of your hubs!
SK- I never forget the ones who get filthy rich. I live in the Pacific Northwest; everything around me was built on the timber wealth which boomed during the hemp prohibition. Now the same groups, greenpeace and sierre, that try to get between the old the growth also come out against marijuana because of illegal grows in National Parks. Someone at the home office must have missed the step where you end both ecologically damaging illegal grow ops and incentive for clear cutting by advancing reasonable marijuana laws. Maybe I'm a genius and I am to blame for never getting my Poli-Sci degree so I could go explain the obvious to all the idiots in charge. Maybe old money is more powerful then a new economy. Economic vampires draining the life out of our society until the thing it preys on collapses and the greedy fiends die of starvation caused by their own gluttony. This is all starting to sound biblical and when crazy people talk about the bible it's time to lock up the guns you know. Good thing for me I prefer knives.
Wow that got weird quick.
Welcome to our humble madhouse, I trust you'll find yourself at home
-Marquis de Sade; Quills
Horatio, I don't need to tell you that the vampires have no loyalty to any nation, person or persons. Their only concern is self and they seem to imagine they are unbreakable.
They have become so short-sighted in their pursuit of short-term profit, they fail to comprehend that the havoc they wreak is ultimately as deadly to them as the rest of us.
The most ironic aspect of the charade is that they can't survive without us. They are incapable of providing for their own needs so we must support them. Yet, they kill us with evident glee in very large numbers.
Has anyone seen my looking glass?
Oh, and thank you Shalini. I am always humbled by your praise.
good hub!!!! lol.
\you really tell it like you see it.
I like that!!!!
My friend, I prefer the simplicity of a joint. The glass bong deserves so much care and tenderness, and my nature does not provide that, and what I have in tenderness, I share with my kids. Therefore I am sucked dry of any emotion by the time I encounter the world the next day. I recognize for twelve hours a day I am not human. And though you are able to retain your sense of humanity, I have become victim to the misery, but as you may agree...I ain't miserable, because I know there is a prize, a relief that awaits me at the end of the day, or the end of the week, a sit down on my front porch, a joint and a beer, a cool ocean breeze, and I watch the planes fly in, mad dreamers that think they are coming to a city full of angels and dreams, little do they know it is the horror of human existance, a plastic society that suffocates with greed and a mindless routine. Yes, I get my simple joint, and it lets me breath, at least for a few moments. I let that angst and frustration just slip away like a heavy coat as I come into the warmth.
Yeah well it looks like you'll be able to smoke as a free man soon enough... maybe I'll migrate; bring the Great Northern Crons to the stem and seed world of Cali.
ColdWarBaby 2 years ago
The role of pariah is often voluntary, sometimes even desirable.
"Nature does not give us a need that nature cannot also sate."
A very elegant observation.
It would seem to imply that the pursuit of profit is not a natural need. That would be confirmed by the fact that those who lust for profit, no matter how much wealth they accumulate, are never sated.