humanity
The real-life lives of pot advocates, influences, growers, users, advocacy and more.
No puff, no peace!
In 2012, I moved to Oregon, which is a "right to smoke legally" state, after being denied my disability benefits. I had yet to be diagnosed for an illness that made my muscles ache and burn and I was becoming exceedingly crippled in my right leg. This unfortunate twist of fate started in California in 2008, where the good green was not yet fully legal, however, one could obtain it with a letter to the state that one purchased from a pot doc for around $99 if one fell into certain criteria.
Stefanie AugustPublished 17 days ago in Potent
Ecuador
I hear something calling my name. I feel a force pulling me closer. Saying, come to me, I will help heal your trauma. Generational and from your childhood. It is time, you are ready. I am the healing you need. Come to me. It was grandmother Ayahuasca calling me. The spirit of the vine. Vine of the dead.
Ji Li ZhenPublished 20 days ago in Potent
2nd Hand Stoner
2nd Hand Stoner 11/11/17 Michael Bonham Larson Yes, folks I have become a 2nd hand stoner. It all began about 6 months ago when I moved in with my co-worker and friend Mike. He owns a manufactured home in a very small mobile home park here in Scotts Valley. There are about thirty homes that line up right next to each other and the only separation between them is each of their driveways. The only view at times when you open your bedroom window is the neighbor’s car. It is a very nice middle class community filled with humble hardworking people.
Michael Bonham LarsonPublished about a month ago in Potent
Missing marijuana turns up at bus depot lost and found
As I was riding home from the medical cannabis dispensary on the Route 30 Green bus line, I peered into my grocery bag to make sure I had put my tiny dispensary bag in there, too. Because otherwise, where had my cannabis bag gone? I couldn’t find it.
David HeitzPublished about a month ago in Potent
Everywhere Is The Park
I’ve come a long way from where I was a year ago and I know I’m nowhere near where I’m going to be, but I can’t help but feel like I’ve made it. I hadn’t had a car in almost a year and I was okay with that. It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford one as much as it was a matter of not really thinking I needed one. I came and went as I pleased and found myself wherever the winds of change happened to take me. This was odd for me because from early on in life I had had this fantastic fascination with cars and always kept one or two in my driveway. If I’m being honest, this was the first time since I was 16 that I hadn’t owned a car. In January of last year my current partner and I went to Puerto Rico for two weeks to meditate. We spent 14 amazing days on the luscious beaches with our feet in the sand and our heads in the clouds. 14 days engulfed in pure peace in paradise, free from the chaos of everyday life. It wasn’t too long after our return home, that I found myself longing to be back on Puerto Rico’s magical beaches. One warm summer night we sat beneath the stars in the parking lot of our favorite park, laid back in his Tahoe smoking some really potent reefer, talking about life, when I voiced my desire to return to our blissful spot in the sand. This was the night he introduced me to the idea that “everywhere was the park”. He quieted my anxious mind and explained how we didn’t have to go back there because we had already been and we would always have those beautiful memories, therefor we could be there anytime we wanted. He passed the perfectly pearled blunt to me and calmly directed me to just breathe. We meditated together in silence for the next several minutes. He coached me to remember the way the air smelled, how the salt from the ocean revived my sun-kissed skin, the way I felt and the way the city looked from the roof top of our hotel. I inhaled a few times before feeling my body relax. When I breathed in again and closed my eyes I could see the city and the beach. I could see him standing next to me as we looked out over the water from our favorite spot. I could feel the warmth of the Puerto Rican air on my skin. I could smell the salt in the air and I was once again intoxicated by the energy of it all. It was as exhilarating as it was on our first night there. The night we found our spot. I drank the memory all the way in imagining that I could be there forever. When my conscious mind came back down to Earth some part of me braced for disappointment but it didn’t come. I remember feeling so content in that moment. I said “I like this place pretty well too”, to which he replied “everywhere is the park dear.” I have revisited that night many times in my mind. Able to view it almost as an inception movie. I can feel the love and energies of both places as if they were one and It always gives me peace of mind.
Nevaeh Rhodes (Emily Murff)Published 2 months ago in Potent
Mom Smokes:
Oh snap. I said it. It’s true. I am a mom of three and a self proclaimed *gasp* pothead. There have been so many times in the past three years where I couldn’t believe what had happened to me and yet it all made sense.
Birdie SmithPublished 2 months ago in Potent
Mindset Editing for Stoners
I have these old habits of thought that keep me from moving forward and progressing toward the life I want. They upset and piss me off, sometimes I cry over ancient history just to, you know, freshen them up. I've created some pretty big belief systems that are just too heavy to carry around anymore but the accompanying habits are far too easy to lean on. Depression and addiction during a pandemic, now there's a combo from hell. It's like perpetually dusting the trophy cabinet of fuckery instead of creating my best life in the lab.
Augra de MelrosePublished 2 months ago in Potent
Copied Eyes
As I gaze into the mirror a thought that had never existed before permeates inside my awakened consciousness. If I am just space for the world as practitioners of an abstract philosophy would suggest then wouldn’t the warehouse manager who treats me like a dangerously fragile thing be made of the same empty space as I am? The same true form as I am? But even if that were true what does it matter?
Werner AndrewsPublished 3 months ago in PotentTrip to Hell & Back
Lisa was seventeen years old with a whole future in front of her, or so everyone said. But in Lisa’s mind tomorrow was never promised. It’s why she lived each day like it was her last. To her this meant partying from dusk to dawn. MDMA was her poison of choice. She liked the way it made her feel. It made her appreciate little things more and it helped her connect to others. Something that she had trouble doing otherwise. She had been doing it for years, but after her ex-boyfriend called her to tell her that he met someone else, she started doing it more. Until one night when it almost killed her.
Monika BrzostowskaPublished 3 months ago in Potent
Good Times At West Ed
So back when I was 17 my friends and I used to like to do drugs at the West Ed. We used to plan these extravagant trips usually hippie flippin or some other combination trip. When we had sourced out a secure source for acid one day we decided to pick up 80 hits, that was 10 each and 50 for sale, only 2 of us wound up tripping at the mall that day- myself and a friend who'll remain nameless. We picked up at Bonniedoon and dropped 8 each and bussed it to West Ed. We were retarded by the time we arrived.
Lucas VeresPublished 3 months ago in Potent
Into the Abyss:
Have you ever heard of Ayahuasca? I hadn’t until 2011/2012 when I came across a lecture by Terrence McKenna (An author specializing in reporting his adventures with Ayahuasca and Magic Mushrooms in 1970s South America). After this I became somewhat obsessed with learning more about this mysterious brew composed of two plants: The banisteriopsis caapi vine, and the Psychotria viridis shrub. There are many variations on the second ingredient, as that is the one that contains the main hallucinogen; Dimethyltryptamine (DMT) while the first ingredient contains several alkaloids that act as monoamine oxidase inhibitors (MAOIs). It is the vine that is actually referred to as the Ayahuasca vine or known locally as “The vine of souls, or the vine of the dead”. It is native to the Amazon Rainforest and has been used by indigenous peoples there for millennia. Since it contains DMT, it is known to produce visionary states that can heal, be used to “cast spells” intended to cause harm, or to enhance learning about the self/universe.
Baba JatinPublished 3 months ago in PotentMary-Jane
Anymore on social media you see influencers, celebs, and even trainers who dabble in the love of this beautiful Mary-Jane aka cannabis aka weed aka the sticky icky. Now I am writing on behalf of people's opinions of this once illegal now legal medicine. So, what came of it? Mary-Jane has been around since the 50-early 70s, but became widespread in the 80s, 90s, and today. So what's their benefits and their defects? Let us start with the benefits. The benefits of having cannabis is for most people it helps with chronic illnesses, cancer, glaucoma, anxiety, depression, anger issues, etc. So why do people say its bad for us then? Well here are the defects of it: high elevation, need to eat aka munchies, mind in hazy fog aka confusion, hallucinations, and utter relaxation and full on calmness. Wow.....these are not really bad at all, I should know since I dabbled on it since I was 23 years old. Now the symptoms I had from it was utter relaxation, munchies, and full on calmness even when I talk. So, in my opinion Mary-Jane saved my life. I was dealing with anxiety, depression, anger issues, and Bipolar 1 and Aspergers plus ADHD. All in all I have improved so much over the years thanks to therapy, meds, and cannabis. Right now its legal in all states while some states like Louisiana you must have a id that says that you are allowed to purchase weed aka cannabis. All I know is that weed aka Mary-Jane is gonna be around for a very long time they even have the show Bong a petite that shows people who cook with the use of cannabis. So, in conclusion there are gonna be some tight lip stick up they behind people who are gonna say weed is a drug and its dangerous to the young adults, but it's only dangerous if the cannabis is tainted with cocaine, meth, or any dangerous add-on concoctions. Other than that weed is good, it helps people like me who have mental, physical, or chronic illnesses. All in all from the people I discussed with about the plant says that it helps them with their stressful everyday lives, and some say that its not terrible at all as long as you know your limit and you don't overuse it. As for me I used to judge people on smoking weed, now I love love love smoking weed, just in moderation. Besides people who either smoke it, get edibles infused cannabis, oils, hemp milk, or even gummies or candies, know that the only way its dangerous to you is if you overuse or overdose on it. To me Mary-Jane is a way of life and I love every second when I finish my to do list and curl up with my boyfriend and we smoke one together and talk about our day. All in all, "She is my Mary-Jane, She's my lady....."
Peris W GathangaPublished 3 months ago in Potent
