The ad, or ones very similar, had appeared in Boston’s Real Paper and Phoenix for almost four years. Intrigued, needing money, hating work, in between college and the future, and with the encouragement of some friends tired of my freeloading, I made an appointment at McClean Hospital in the suburb of Belmont. I answered the ad.
It’s nice to have a ring to rely on, when you can’t figure out what mood you are in. The mood ring, a fascinating crystal when worn as a set in a ring, changes colors as it responds to your feelings and moods. These colors range from onyx or midnight black, through amber red, topaz yellow, jade green, and lapis blue to a brilliant sapphire or even violet blue. The secret of the stone's changeability is a chemically treated temperature-sensitive crystal bonded to quartz which responds to body heat.
Too long have yogis stood in the alley behind the studio and had a quick toke before class begins. Edibles, in moderation, can contribute to a really great spiritual session. But imagine a world where you roll up to your yoga studio with your bottle of water, yoga mat, and a joint. This fantasy is a reality for yogis in California who visit yoga studios, such as Ganja Yoga in San Francisco or 420 Remedy Yoga in Glendale. Normally, consuming cannabis signals the brain to release more dopamine and put you in a happier place. When this is combined with yoga, it helps you heighten your spiritual consciousness in a way that could not be reached otherwise. There is already yoga for wine, chocolate and dog lovers, so it’s about time there was yoga for marijuana. This practice of pairing weed and yoga is not new, however.
In past decades, little was known about marijuana. Those in charge believed the mysterious grass was dangerous and its effects were strictly harmful on the human body. Back in the 80s, there was a case of an honors high school student from Chicago. Three years later he was a twenty-one-year-old dropout wandering around the country. He was later committed to a sanitarium—a shell of what he once was, unable to function in the world outside his hospital window.
Long hair going down to the middle of his back, faded patched pants, beads and a psychedelic smile, he walked down the back roads of history, playing Sgt. Peppers Lonely Heart’s Club songs on a handmade wooden flute. He shunned dollars and material possessions, preferring flowers. He would often be seen hitchhiking and would always return your peace sign. He believed in free love, marijuana (which he held a religious sacrament) and peace on earth. He tasted of religious philosophies from eclectic Christianity to Mahayana Buddhism to the League for Spiritual Discovery. He was loved by children, hated by rednecks, featured in Hollywood films, such as Easy Rider, Godspell, The Big Lebowski, Zabriskie Pi. He became a familiar figure on the American Scene. And then quite suddenly, Jay Hippie, Esq., bright-eyed son of Joe Crewcut, disappeared.
Is driving under the influence of marijuana dangerous? Is the stoned driver, like the drunken driver, a menace on the highway, sitting behind the wheel of an automobile that he cannot reasonably control? If you already smoke marijuana on social occasions, you may have assured that many tests over years of study have not been able to demonstrate that marijuana has anything like the effect of alcohol on driving performance. In terms of reaction time, steering and braking errors, and other standards used in a number of tests, social marijuana users performed almost as well as the control groups, while those given alcohol, persistently had poorer scores.