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Smoke 20 blunts, wake up tomorrow. Take 20 aspirins? What shall I wear to your funeral?

  • Anonymous:

    Even you must understand that anything in excess (food, exercise, work, partying) can be harmful to your mental and/or physical health. What makes marijuana different?

  • Frankey:

    There are some things in excess that don't cause any harm, green tea for example, fruit, vegetables, soy bean products, water, all natural components of this earth placed here to nourish & feed us.

  • Marijuana, happens to be an herb.

  • Placed here to nourish & feed us.

  • But I believe, as I have stated many times before that it takes a certain temperament to be able to handle what ingestion of this herb shows you, some are not mentally prepared for the images, for the truth. I believe that a balance must be found, everything depends on your intentions.

  • If you're using Marijuana to escape something, then I do not support the use of it. For me, I realized that a lot of time, I would smoke just to numb myself from the reality of the world around me, smoke to make this fucked up society seem tolerable, I was a very angry individual before I started smoking, because I was VERY Aware. Marijuana, helped me notice that of myself, helped me notice the difference, it got to a point, where I would stop for periods of time & train myself to handle the world sober, the way I did when I was high.

  • It became my teacher.

  • Because I was that aware of myself.

  • Not everyone is aware.

  • For me, I can say, there is no excess, I know what is born within me, I know what this herb provides, I can very clearly draw those lines, see them before me. I know, what I can handle of myself.

  • But not everyone is capable of this. Not everyone is willing to dive into the dark recesses of themselves.

  • But point blank, I'd prefer them offering a spliff to all these nutters running around on an excess of man made chemicals, anti depressants & the works, than to keep them drugged up on the evils of this System.

  • I'm chilling in Saudi Arabia now, been smoke free for a whole month & I can't deny what it taught me about myself, I'm not gonna smoke for the next 5 months, until I leave this country.

  • & I'm fine, I'm chilling. No withdrawals, no "junkie" side effects. Whereas I came from an environment where I'd be smoking 7 a session, not to run from anything, but to embrace & search myself.

  • Either way, with or without it, I'm chilling. I trained myself for this, marijuana helped me see the false as false & the true as true. It gave me that push into this serenity that I so covet.

  • But then, that is me.

  • The problem with pinpointing the affect of Marijuana on a generalized scale is that it deals with a level of human consciousness we can never map out in the same manner, it dives into that darkness of unconsciousness, that area within us that we have no clear map or understanding of.

  • It's all subjective, it might cleanse me, because that is what I seek, it might confuse others because they are afraid of clarity. It deals with us on a mostly psychic level.

  • Now as for the physical side effects, they're fucking microscopic, in comparison to what everything legal will do to you.

  • So you gotta wonder, why is the least harmful "drug" the most prosecuted?

There were two kinds of slaves, the house Negro and the field Negro. The house Negroes — they lived in the house with master, they dressed pretty good, they ate good because they ate his food — what he left. They lived in the attic or the basement, but still they lived near the master; and they loved the master more than the master loved himself. They would give their life to save the master’s house — quicker than the master would. If the master said, “We got a good house here,” the house Negro would say, “Yeah, we got a good house here.” Whenever the master said “we,” he said “we.” That’s how you can tell a house Negro.

If the master’s house caught on fire, the house Negro would fight harder to put the blaze out than the master would. If the master got sick, the house Negro would say, “What’s the matter, boss, we sick?” We sick! He identified himself with his master, more than his master identified with himself. And if you came to the house Negro and said, “Let’s run away, let’s escape, let’s separate,” the house Negro would look at you and say, “Man, you crazy. What you mean, separate? Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than this? Where can I eat better food than this?” That was that house Negro. In those days he was called a “house nigger.” And that’s what we call them today, because we’ve still got some house niggers running around here.

This modern house Negro loves his master. He wants to live near him. He’ll pay three times as much as the house is worth just to live near his master, and then brag about “I’m the only Negro out here.” “I’m the only one on my job.” “I’m the only one in this school.” You’re nothing but a house Negro. And if someone comes to you right now and says, “Let’s separate,” you say the same thing that the house Negro said on the plantation. “What you mean, separate? From America, this good white man? Where you going to get a better job than you get here?” I mean, this is what you say. “I ain’t left nothing in Africa,” that’s what you say. Why, you left your mind in Africa.

Malcolm X

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