Free Willy - Morally Shmorally - Problem Solved - Don't Start - Dicktionary Corner

I'm in a really bad mood so keep out of my way until at least next year (tomorrow ;)
Getting some stuff off my chest.

Free Willy

It's called Free Will for a reason. You have Freedom to Will into existence whatever you like.

I hear you moaning like fuck about how bad this is or that is, but you never do anything, get off your arse and actually make a change. I was your crutch for years, but no more. A crutch is supposed to be a temporary assistance otherwise you can you become habituated. Frustration at your intransigence lead to anger from there to hate and finally to misery (sure I've heard that before somewhere) and that's just the effect being around you seemingly brainless, vapid fucks had on me. I'm guessing your own lives are far more miserable than that. If Ignorance Is Bliss Why Aren't You Happy?

Morally Shmorally

These days if you can get away with something then it's worth doing, or that's the way it seems.

You sit around searching for a reason for your shit life and wonder why things keep going wrong. One of my old bosses would whine like a little bitch all the time about how life wasn't fair. Well no it isn't. Good people die young and murderers can get away with their crimes until they die in some cases, but those are exceptions to the rule. Everything in your life started with you. You are reaping what you sowed and the only hiccups that aren't down to you are the random rise and fall of the tide of chance events and opportunities. While away the years bemoaning your bad luck sure, but I can see quite clearly why bad things happen to the shitehawks I've known.

The less shit hawks, still sit around moaning, trying to find explanations that involve other people, the blame is always squarely placed at someone else's feet. I've tried to make you see the reality but you're too ingrained, too obsessed. You've convinced yourself, become vested interests of someone else's hopes and dreams and forgotten your own. Decided to give up and stop trying. I feel sorry for you, or as MR T would say, I Pity The Fool...

Problem Solved

I'm here to solve problems, on the planet I mean, not here in my room typing. My careers (ok, my one career and the not literally hundreds but several different shit jobs I've had since) have been about solving problems for people. Whether they were customers of the firms or my friends. You came to me for advice but never took it and even though I know now that I should have tried to be more supportive in helping you affect the changes you KNOW you need to make, I didn't realise that at the time. So I decided after the frustration became too much to let you rot and take myself out of the poisonous atmosphere you all create. If I can't beat them, and I can't join them then I'll fuck off and find somewhere quieter, less toxic and ultimately better for me.

I've got some of the answers but you're not asking ANY of the questions...

It's not sour grapes, I told you what you wanted to hear in the past, now if you'll listen I'll tell you what you need to know. But I can't force it down your throat, events will lead you to start asking the same questions that I did or you will just perish like the rest of the unhealthy shrivelled vines in the yard.

I can't make decisions for you, but you're not making any at all. You've dehumanised others and yourself. You Are Getting What You Deserve and will continue to do so until you WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!

Don't Start Something You Can't Finish

Don't test me or try my patience because if you cross me I'll rip you to fucking shreds. I don't lose arguments, the only thing that happens to prevent me from winning you over is when you decide to change the subject or storm off because deep down you know you are in the wrong. I couldn't give a flying fuck in that case. I'm done trying to get through to you. It's a bugger being right approximately 98% of the time, it's why I have such difficulty in taking someone else's word for something, you're all even worse bullshitters than I was. You'd rather say something than nothing even if you have no basis for believing what you say is true other than that you heard it somewhere or just made it up as you went along. It comes not from experience, or wisdom but your own foolish pride. The best you could hope for is an agreement to disagree because it was NEVER about WHO is in the right or in the wrong, but WHAT is right and wrong.

I never took advantage of your situation, if you were down I was empathetic, made a bid to make you laugh by acting like a fool or generally attempted to cheer you up. If I spotted you across the room on your own, I came over and made conversation. I did what you won't, I tried... I'm no angel, never was never will be...

Oh, and when I'm wrong, I apologise.

Dicktionary Corner

to habituate (third-person singular simple present habituates, present participle habituating, simple past and past participle habituated)

1. To turn into a habit, to make habitual.

   He would eventually habituate his use of opiates.

vapid (comparative more vapid, superlative most vapid)

1. Lifeless, dull or banal.
2. Tasteless, bland, or insipid.

intransigence (plural intransigences)

1. Unwillingness to change one's views or to agree.

   The intransigence of both sides frustrated the negotiators.

2. The state of being intransigent.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh That's Better.........................................................

The Expression of Humanity

Truly Modern Humans...

We've been around for a lot longer than history will tell you but science knows. The reason is that the bones, in many cases the only evidence to persist until the present day, suggest Modern Humans. That far back however the cultural artefacts have decomposed, been recycled by the earth. Ropes, anything made of wood, basically there's nothing left. Until you get to the more recent experimentation with metals, bronze, iron etc there's not much to find unless you count preserved peat boggy bodies, high mountain frozen mummies, that kind of thing.

Tribal cultures created? Dances, Songs, Works of Art, COMMUNITY.

The revival of archaic values is well on the way if not very nearly complete.

The return of Tattooing, the popularity of Dancing, Singing, human creativity of all kinds.

At the end of History, all of these things are coming back to haunt us...

While all around the rest of the plebs carry on consuming things made out of stuff...

There isn't enough stuff left, and there are already too many things!

Quoting Terrence McKenna on our culture:-

This is something, culture is not your friend. Culture is for other people's convenience and the convenience of various institutions, churches, companies, tax collection schemes, what have you. It is not your friend. It insults you. It disempowers you. It uses and abuses you. None of us are well treated by culture.

Yet we glorify the creative potential of the individual, the rights of the individual. We understand the felt-presence of experience is what is most important. But the culture is a perversion. It fetishizes objects, creates consumer mania, it preaches endless forms of false happiness, endless forms of false understanding in the form of squirrelly religions and silly cults. It invites people to diminish themselves and dehumanize themselves by behaving like machines.

What civilization is, is 6 billion people trying to make themselves happy by standing on each other's shoulders and kicking each other's teeth in. It's not a pleasant situation.

Greatest Understatement EVER!!!

Light &
Love
Jon
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An Open E-Letter To My Love / Burn Notice

I've removed slushy (ok even slushier) first and last paragraphs for mine and your benefits ;-)















A man is just an animal with a bigger brain.
He thinks about things nature does on instinct.
The more he thinks the less clear things become.

You've told me so many good things about me that I never knew or would ever believe unless they had come from your finger tips. I've been scared for so long to let someone get this close and wanted it at the same time just as badly. I feel like a fool in love, but I don't want to be, a fool that is.

My poor brain is bored being home.
It's running wild with thoughts of you.
And my imagination is free, it has no limits or boundaries.

It takes a ride down unlit back-roads and enters areas that it has no business being in.
Tell me when I'm being a jerk, and I'll try not to get so scared.

I don't like excuses, I like reasons... But anything else I say will just sound like an excuse or self pity, I prefer to call them reasons but they're the same thing ;)

You've opened up areas of me that were off limits to anyone else
You've made me realise what a waste I've made of opportunities in the past
You've let me see the person I always wanted to be but never had the courage

Two years ago, I was bored with life. I had cleared the debts from trying to set myself up in business 6 years before (back when I worked in Computers). By that time, with nothing to lose I wanted to run away from that nothingness. I felt desperate and lonely, I'd chosen to remove the bad influences from my life, the Boss who stole from our clients, the friends who just wanted to party but never had anything interesting to say for themselves. I felt empty, I was always chasing the Best Night Out, a repeat performance of old times. I couldn't find it, the people I met empty of any value in themselves, just shadows.

So I'd quit my job, I'd quit my friends, I had nothing. That's either the end of everything good and bad or the start of something better. For me it was the something better that I've always been after.

Slowly I rebuilt my life from the ground up, travelled, met new friends and strangers too in Spain who restored my faith in the basic kindness of people that I was convinced no longer existed. All the time in the wilderness of office work I had never dreamed I would actually feel like being important to someone again (who could feel that for me too). I'd met girls, who took my fancy and for a time there was something, possibilities... but nothing real and then you came along and turned my world upside down.

I always felt different in some way, when I was growing up. The world is such a harsh and seemingly unforgiving place. I never had the hard shell to protect me that others did, I had to create that but fake it.

Other people have their shells intact whereas mine has been at least partially destroyed, I've sought out ways to do this, to destroy the ego and prevent barriers from keeping me from the special people in my life.

Always inside was this kid who just wanted to be loved and to love, without the angst and frustrations that other people always display. I've not had much practise, I guess I'm still that kid fumbling around and making mistakes. It's why I told you I never want to be careless with your heart.

They say that "You only hurt the ones you love". I never understood that, beyond the fact that it's only those you love that you can hurt to a greater extent. They're the ones who have let you get close enough to do so, and they're the only ones who can forgive such actions. But what a burden, to let someone have that power over you. I don't want this to become one of those sick and twisted power struggles, a battle of wills or egos.

Another question I asked myself in the past. "Surely there's more to life than this?"
I know some answers to that one, I won't bore you with them now, I want you to be part of mine...

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Burn Notice
Back to the grindstone next week hopefully. Then I can get saving up for a trip to Miami

Light &
Love
JW
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1,010,101 Story Time

One Million, ten thousand, one hundred and one years ago I was prematurely born into the Tribe and not expected to survive. My Mother took me to the Shaman who journeyed and returned to pronounce that I would suffer but live I would and become the next Medicine man.

As a child I endured long periods of ill health, was slow to develop but hung on to life with a strength and determination that came from who knows where. I ran and played with the others and slowly became stronger than I should be for my size, never letting my shortcomings hold me back, there was something different about me.

Animals would respond to me in a way that never occurred to the others, approaching rather than retreating. I instinctively knew if someone else was in pain, I saw glimpses of their futures and could tell them when I had a good or bad feeling about upcoming events. They began to trust my judgement.

One night while everyone else slept, a presence entered our hut and I awoke to see the dark shadow approach and then envelop me. Enclosing my body whilst I fought, it began to choke me and when I felt I couldn't hold out any more, I let go and instantly the darkness was gone. I'd learnt my first lesson and survived my first test.

In the morning I spoke of my experience and although extremely disturbed and concerned about this, my Mother knew what the Shaman had predicted and placed me in her care. I moved into the Shaman's hut on the outskirts of the village and slowly began to hone those traits that I had displayed.

Soon I was able to journey from the earth, the middle realm, to the underworld below and to the stars above by traversing the depths of the roots of the World Tree or climbing high into it's branches whilst physically sitting beneath the Magic and Sacred Yew, the teaching Tree and a metaphor for the cosmos.

Years later when our Shaman was taken from us by old age and I had grown into her replacement, I began to treat my brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. I spent the autumn foraging for the sacred roots and fungi in preparation for the Tribes Winter Solstice Celebrations.

My mind engaged in seeking out my predecessor in the spirit world and my successor in the living plane. I journeyed alone to the Sacred Yew, I sat with my spine against it's own, the living bark, one branch protruding comfortably over and above one shoulder keeping me firmly in its embrace as I lit a small fire. With my eyes closed the flickering light danced across my eyelids in colours of pure Gold.

The canopy seemed to envelop me as had the shadow, the branches that fell towards the earth in a wide circle became like feathery skirts, drifting back and forth, protecting and sheltering me as I searched for the answers to all of the questions posed by my Tribe. The feeling is one of progression, that work is being done and that the Journey will eventually lead to a destination.

Leaving the sanctuary of the tree for a moment, I returned but the shadow that can only persist in the absence of the blindingly beautiful glare of enlightenment crept back inside with me through the ethereal boundary forming outskirts of the yews canopy. Engulfing me in its perversion it threatened to overwhelm my nature and again, just as it was poised to extinguish that light the spark that remained rebelled in the briefest instant.

In that moment I learned the last and most important lesson. From now on nothing can exist that we don't create... I asked the sacrament, the Mushroom, what will happen at the end of all things? I was shown a future version of myself. One who would come in due time and who would release the angst and regrets of all previous incarnations, who could unite and forgive, heal and destroy the darkness. I saw the sacred masculine and feminine essences entwine for eternity.

I was one half and my love the other. Only we two in the entirety of existence. Everything and everyone else were figments of our vast and wild imaginations. We had decided to play along with the cosmic giggle right up until it expires. To ensnare ourselves in this human existence and abide by the rules of the game. To restrict ourselves to this mortal coil until it can fully unravel. Until time itself ends as Matter ascends into pure energy and light.

Thinking of you...

Light &
Love
Jon
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The Shamanic Journey: Where Shamans Go

All forms of shamanism, whether traditional or contemporary, describe the ‘journey’, 'soul flight' or ‘spirit travel’. The shamanist scholar, Mircea Eliade, described this as, "the pre-eminently shamanic technique [of] the passage from one cosmic region to another - from earth to sky or from earth to the underworld. The shaman knows the mystery of the breakthrough in plane."
This ‘breakthrough in plane” which has been described, in physiological terms, as shifting from the left brain to the right brain via the corpus collosum, refers to the moment the shaman’s consciousness shifts from the here and now and enters worlds visible only to him. These worlds, which vary with each culture and tradition around the world, may be described as 'alternate reality', 'the realm of the spirits' or 'non-ordinary reality'.

Although often considered ‘primitive’, part of a pre-modern heritage modern people seem to prefer to forget, or seen as the ‘religion’ of less developed peoples and cultures, shamanism is both sophisticated and paradoxical. The ‘worlds’ of shamanic journeys, are utterly real – they exist and can be felt, smelt and experienced in every way as clearly as this ‘ordinary’ reality. At the same time they are qualitative spaces, states of mind that reflect and support the reason for the shaman’s journey. This geography of worlds, Piers Vitebsky suggests, ‘can be seen as a topography of mental states’.

Different shamanic cultures perceive the world, seen and unseen, in roughly three different ways. Some traditions of the Arctic, sub-Arctic and North American regions consider the sky as a tent and relate to the tent pole as the Sky Pillar, the link between Earth and the celestial realms. This was translated to a flag pole during a Santeria ceremony I witnessed in south east Cuba. Animals were sacrificed at the base of the pole and at the nights end the master of ceremonies climbed the pole to hang a flag in a gesture of climbing towards heaven. This symbolic link between Earth and Heaven is also familiar in the architecture of pyramids, temples and ziggurats which can represent the Cosmic Mountain, another connecting image between Earth and Sky.


The World Tree

The third and most extensive cosmological symbol and the one that contemporary shamanism, uses is that of the World Tree.
A tree, any tree, is a simple yet effective symbol of the three-layered cosmos that shamans, past and present, and from many different regions of the world, experience on their journeys. The Tree pervaded Mayan culture and in Norse mythology the god Odin hung on Yggdrasil, the World Tree. From the basic three layers many others may extend and in some shamanic cultures these many-tiered worlds are clearly identified and taught to new apprentices. In contemporary shamanism, which focuses on an individualist approach, each journeyer’s Lower, Middle and Upper World will be unique and personal; despite this, archetypal images and themes are common.

Lower World
The roots of the tree lie deep in the darkness of earth; the roots support and nurture the tree physically; the roots are the naked mirror image of the branches reaching into the sky - as above, so below. What lies under the earth, beyond the unseeing darkness is the Lower World, the place of power, of healing, of animals and our own animal ancestry. The Lower World is the place where we touch our origins and genetic heritage and it is from here that we draw the energetic power of the ancestors, which is to say all that has gone before.
In contemporary shamanism, as in many traditions, the Lower World is accessed by the shaman sending her 'free soul', her travelling self, to a familiar, real life place, such as a hollow tree, a pool, a cave, a rabbit hole. Entering the ‘access point’ the journeyer looks for a tunnel that leads deeper down into the ground, a tunnel that will eventually open to reveal the shaman's unique Lower World landscape. This landscape varies from person to person and can alter according to the lessons or information being sought in the journey. The Lower World is most frequently a place of forests and mountains, of rivers and seas, of small woodland clearings and vast chasms.

Middle World

The Middle World, the trunk of the tree, that which can be touched, embraced and climbed, is the alternate reality closest, and in some traditions, identical to, our present, everyday reality. It is the axis mundi, the link between above and below.
In the Middle World, a contemporary shaman’s journey may take her on trains, in cars and on aeroplanes to meet a teacher and ask for help and advice on the worldly issues that affect us all: finances, career and matters of home and hearth. The Middle World is the place we are most easily tuned to in waking state, the place of the senses. In a Middle World journey however, the shaman will go beyond the ordinary sensations of everyday life and perceive the natural world untrammelled by the physical body. A journey to the Middle World can deepen understanding of ordinary reality and reveal its wonder and beauty; things often taken for granted.

My own Middle World, the place where I go to learn about the relationship between world and spirit, is located on the ordinary-reality border between Egypt and Libya. It’s a dune in the Western Desert, where sand teaches me about permanence and impermanence, about the ways in which things that seem solid and firm, can flow and vanish to reform in a different shape.


Upper World

Just as the shamanic Lower World has no resemblance to the Hell of Christian cosmology, the Upper World is not necessarily filled with bright light and singing choirs. However, a shaman, like everyone else, is subject to their context and for many people the Upper World is indeed a place of brightness and grand architecture. For others it is a place of cloud and birds powerful enough to carry the shaman on their backs. Reaching the Upper World can be achieved by the shaman climbing a tree, or other plant, like Jack and his Beanstalk; by rising up in the smoke of a fire, climbing a mountain and jumping upwards, walking along a rainbow or, as in the Bible story of Jacob, climbing a ladder.

In contemporary shamanism, the Upper World is taught as a place of higher consciousness where we can meet teachers of profound wisdom who will guide us in the exploration of our own divine self and help us uncover our own mystery.
If the Lower World is the place to ask for power and healing, the Upper World is the place for existential Q & A: ‘Why am I here?’ or ‘Show me my true path in life’. In my experience however, the spirits are both subtle and wily; if I ask to be shown my path I am shown a path, literally! Sometimes if I ask questions that have no immediate bearing on my life or work I am asked, "Do you really need/want to know the answer to this?" and the truth of course is that often I do not.
A few years ago a new place started appearing to me in journeys, a place where all the Worlds meet and where all my teachers appear simultaneously. From this place I can visit any of my own three Worlds, or I may travel to somewhere new and unexpected. My Upper World, once green and busy with humans and animals is now a thin, biscuit crust that snaps and breaks at every step revealing other Worlds far below. I don’t know why this is happening, I have just accepted it. Perhaps one day I’ll ask!

The shaman's cosmology is a complex one that describes both the alternative universes that physicists are just starting to explore and the internal topography that reflects the society in which the shaman works. While this may seem paradoxical or inexplicable, in purely shamanic terms, where all is spirit and all is one there is no separation between this or that, between here and there, between you and me and the concept of inner and outer states loses meaning.

© Zoë Brân PhD

Can't see the Trees for the Wood - Do You Believe in Love at first Type? - In the Beginning was the Word - Guesswork and Speculation

Can't see the Trees for the Wood

In 1546 in John Heywood's 'A dialogue Conteynyng the Nomber in Effect of all the Prouerbes in the Englishe Tongue.' He wrote 'Plentie is no deinte, ye see not your owne ease. I see, ye can not see the wood for trees. (That's their way of spelling those words, not mine ;) 'In 1583, Brian Melbancke, in 'Philotimus: the Warre Betwixt Nature and Fortune,' wrote: 'Thou canst not or wilt not see wood for trees.'

"Too beset by petty things to appreciate the greatness or grandeur; too wrapped up in details to gain a view of the whole".

That's where all are right now and who could blame you? Let's face it the petty things in life are pretty convincing and consuming, until you make time to step back...

Do You Believe in Love at first Type?

Had a wonderful, refreshing, enlightening chat with someone online the other day. I managed to convince her that the milk of human kindness still exists, she made me feel like a Million Dollars. Now I've got to save up so that I can go to Miami to visit... ;)

In the Beginning was the Word

Words create. Don't believe me? Never been insulted or argued with someone and then spent hours going over and over what was said? Recrimination and rumination is still creation as is imagination. That's where everything begins. If you can't imagine it, it doesn't exist for us...

Until someone gives a new thing a name, does it exist?
Until a new concept can be described, does it exist?
To do that you must create a new word or words.
In the beginning was the Word...

Guesswork and Speculation

The accepted version of History is the one that we know from what still persists. It is changed constantly as new old things are discovered (assuming they agree with what the scholars already think in most cases). So what we know of the past is constantly being updated, old versions are forgotten and we teach our kids the new ones. The Dark Ages? No such thing, just an absence of an historical context to place the evidence into, to describe the old world. Because we don't have enough details to clear the picture up, it's always going to be murky and up for grabs.

The accepted scientific dogma is what we know now, based on the theories and speculation of the day. The world is no longer flat, the Moon not made of cheese. What we think we know now is our best guess. Nothing more, nothing less, than that. Guesswork...

So what do we actually know beyond a reasonable doubt?

What we feel...

Light &
Love
Jon
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Too Good Not To Be True

Described as a magazine, but not exactly light after dinner reading

If something sounds too good to be true it probably is

However, I've experienced synchronicity

It feels too good to be true, but it is

True that is...

synchronicity (plural synchronicities)

1. The state of being synchronous or simultaneous.
2. (Jungian psychology) Coincidences that seem to be meaningfully related; supposedly the result of "universal forces".

Seemingly inexplicable things happen all the time and are soon forgotten but not those

The feeling is what stays with you. When someone special in your life is no longer there, gradually you start to find it harder to look inside yourself and see their face, that fades over time but not the way they emotionally impacted upon you. Ask anyone who has lost a loved one

Quoting from the Quiver:
An Illustrated Magazine for Sunday And General Reading 1892

The Last Year Of Life

If only we knew, a year before our friends die, the exact date of their departure, how differently we should treat them! It is terribly sad to think, when a loved friend has been taken from us, of the many things we would have done or left undone if we had been informed by some infallible authority that the last year he was with us was to be the last year of his life, what allowances we would have made for his apparent stupidity and irritability which we may have attributed to other causes, but which were really due to weakness. Perhaps, however, this knowledge would not have made us act very differently. There are people who know that they themselves cannot live more than one or at most two years, and yet the knowledge makes very little difference to their lives.

You know they will be gone at some point, so what stopped you from treating them right from the start?

Light &
Love
Jon
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Gonna Have To Face It Your Addicted To Love - Hyprocrites Say No To Drugs

Take two people, one addicted to a drug, the other who is in the midst of Romantic Love.
Now separate them from what they crave.

Symptoms will most likely be similar for both people:-

• Inability to concentrate on common everyday tasks
  
• Pupils of the eyes seeming smaller or larger than usual
• Seeming unwell at certain times, and better at other times
• Extreme changes in mood – happy, sad, excited, anxious, etc
• Weight loss or weight gain due to loss of appetite or overeating
• Changes in energy – unexpectedly and extremely tired or energetic
• Sleeping a lot more or less than usual, or at different times of day or night

So what is the difference? Romantic Love is a drug just like any other. Become addicted and you are leaving yourself open to all of the issues above and many more besides.

Love need not be an addiction. Changing your attitude from "What am I getting out of this?"
to "What am I putting into this?" will help you to strive for a relationship based on mutual respect and Unconditional Love, to move from a selfish desire to be loved, to an unselfish desire TO LOVE!

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Hypocrites Say No To Drugs

So are you against the use of illegal drugs? Me too. Only I'm against some of the illegal ones having that status in the first place.

Cocaine and its production is an Ecological disaster so I agree that it should be illegal, the other reason that I dislike it is that it turns people that use it into arseholes but so do the legal ones.

Many of the 'illegal' drugs are supplied through Criminal organisations that use the profits to fund their other lawbreaking activities. So the chain should be broken there, but it never is, I wonder why?

Mainly because our governments are quite happy to earn money off of your addiction to these... Gambling, Drink, Caffeine. If you can't go a week without one of the below then you are addicted. I know I am....

Caffeine Drug!
Alcohol Drug!
Nicotine Drug!
Medications Drugs!

You're just restricting yourself to the ones that are sanctioned by your national law makers and that makes you feel good about yourself or better than someone else?

Take another look at this from a less judgemental place...

If Cannabis for instance were decriminalised, in other words you could grow it legally for your own consumption or buy it from a government approved supplier, where would be the issue?

Within a week the Police would have more resources to put into the harder more damaging drugs (The British Government's own Chief Drug Advisor and Scientist quit over their refusal to follow his re-classification recommendations). Alcohol is toxic! Drink enough in one sitting and you WILL die. No-one has ever overdosed on Weed. It's virtually impossible to consume enough, but you could have a lot of fun trying...

It's a plant! Nature's been growing it for millennia and we've come into contact with it over the centuries, no-one said it should be banned until governments decided to suggest it caused Reefer Madness and put out Propaganda Films to warn of the dangers. Why was that?

Native peoples have proved through the ages that some things are safer than others and yet?

The Drink Industry lobby! All Industry has a vested interest in keeping the status quo...

YOU DO NOT!

Go after the people making money by all means but leave the rest of us alone!

We need to see things for what they are, not what we've been told.

Plants should not be made illegal, it's as simple as that.

If I'm not hurting anyone else where's the harm?

Wake up to what you are putting in your body.

The State has too much say.
Your life is 'yours to lead' not theirs.
Yours to lead in whatever direction you choose.

Get On With It...

Light &
Love
Jon
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