And today, many months after my last post, I have decided to write again.
I WILL WRITE AGAAAYN!
Recent events of tapping into a nice lonely spell I have decided to pull out the ceremonial THC for consuming. I found myself craving the plant the other day, and having some of my own stashed away in an old rum bottle, I had to pull it out for a good meditation. Since it's been a while I decided all new thoughts were to come, and knowing how powerful intentions are I was sure they would be wonderful.
There was a slight problem in pulling open that old dusty drawer left un-noticed for so long...I had no device to smoke with. I tried in vain to find an old pipe, or maybe some rolling papers around the house that I reside. Knowing that I was in a house of marijuana users, I didn't think this would be a hard thing to do.
It turned out to be impossible without going through my room mates personal space. So I decided to light up my plant like incense, just as it was so many thousands of years ago. I placed my ganja on a cleared off stone inside of an old ceremonial bowl, and lit it up, cherry-ing the bud to smoke straight from.
This, as I suspected, worked quite well. And although I was not able to consume all of the smoke, I got plenty for my low tolerance, out of practice self.
I felt the high straight away and my first instinct was to stretch. So I put on the most calming, best tripping, music I could think of and went away.
(David Gilmour's On An Island. Highly recommended)
I calmed my being, and assured myself of the things that I do well, and recognised the things with which to work on.
I ended the night quite easily and layed my head upon my pillow to the most disgustingly beautiful sleep I've had in many moons.
The next day was easy, and although I woke at 7:00 am (not a time I'm used to) I felt wonderful all day. This just proves the wonderful medicine that THC is.
I will continue on with my nightly "burn outs" and know that everything goes well.
-Gilliam Gilmour Grey.
