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The real-life lives of pot advocates, influences, growers, users, advocacy and more.
Drugs, According to a 16-Year-Old
(EXPLICIT LANGUAGE) Well, it's safe to say this is an ambitious choice for my first post. Before I go any further, I feel I should give you some backstory.
Lewis BoltonPublished 6 years ago in PotentDMT (Dimethyltryptamine)
When most people talk about their DMT experiences, one usually thinks of breaking through the mold that confines them to their bodies. Entering a hyperspace reality where great wisdom is shared to them by indescribable intelligent life forces. What people don't talk about, or at least not often, is about the times that didn't happen. The times they felt trapped. The times they were faced with the choice of leaving behind this human experience, and couldn't. The times that third hit was out of reach, or when integration was neglected. In the following, I am going to tell you a bit about my non-breakthrough DMT experiences.
Oh Shit, Am I a Stoner?
Amazon searches included smell-proof weed containers and 5 piece grinders when I finally presented myself with the question, "Oh shit, am I a stoner?"
Macaria Chaparro MartinezPublished 7 years ago in PotentHow Magic Mushrooms Allowed Me to Get Over My Ex
A quick Google search will tell you that magic mushrooms are a known, yet (rather absurdly) illegal, anti-depressant. To quote a headline from The Metro, magic mushrooms, "do in 30 seconds what anti-depressants take four weeks to do." And believe me, they’re not lying. It’s true, and I want to scream it from the top of every platform on the internet. It’s been a mere two weeks since I learned of my soon-to-be-fiancés infidelity, sat in a shitty Chinese restaurant that she decided to "treat" me to before dropping the bomb. Admittedly, we had been having problems that enriched a particular depressive episode for us both, but I think we can all agree that mundane relationship struggles never have, and never will, warrant cheating. No matter how hard your immature, insignificant other tries to justify it. Unsurprisingly, I was completely heartbroken. To the point where my heart hurt to beat and I couldn’t breathe for the pain. My life had been ripped from my feet. She was my future, my past, and my present, my home of which we had worked hard together to make our own. Everything, gone. Over a plate of rapidly cooling prawns with fried rice. I spent three days continuously crying, unable to eat or sleep. I chain smoked approximately 142 cigarettes and drank more alcohol than I would in a month. When the initial shock was over, and I had gained some sort of strength to actually do something about it, I packed a bag and got a train back to my beloved hometown where my family and friends were all too ready to help a girl out. Unfortunately, like an increasing number of people in the UK, I suffer from episodic depression of which the last six months had played out quite potently. The black cloud condensed me so violently that I was regularly contemplating suicide. It was impossible to find reasons to live; to stay and fight the light of the morning every, single, day. Throw a cheating partner into the mix, and you got yourself at the bottom of a hole deeper than the repercussions of a North Korean missile. "Are you sure I can take these if I feel so bad?" I cautioned, surrounded by a hundred fire-breathing hippies upon the sand of one of the UK’s finest beaches. They assured me that it would be fine, to take it slow, and perhaps swallow only half to begin with. Although my experience with psychedelics was reasonable, I had never had this strain of shrooms and neither had I felt so fucking bad within myself. I was undoubtedly going through the worst time of my life. But what followed…is what I can only describe as an awakening. On so many wonderful, colourful levels. The serotonin that had been dangerously low in my brain (since puberty, probably) took only 20 minutes to storm with a vengeance. A tsunami of positive emotions contoured my cheeks into a smile so pure and wide that I was using facial muscles I never knew I had. Honestly! I was really, truly smiling for the very first time. The grey, dejected exhaustion of the world flipped on its head and I was swimming in the bliss that actually does exist for us humans. It’s just that some of us spend our entire lives struggling to perceive it. Amongst the giggles and textures of the sea reflecting the moonlight, the Envies gifted me with a solid realisation that life is a blessing and I’m lucky to possess it (the polar opposite of what my consciousness was previously screaming into my thoughts). Even once the colours stopped twirling and the hexagons relaxed, the heightened feeling of self-worth and understanding remained. The next morning I was genuinely, ecstatically happy. I was productive, clear and it felt amazing. It still feels amazing even a week later. Why? Because of a little ingredient called psilocybin. This gem of a chem gives the user an almost immediate release from depression and anxiety, stimulating the brain to a chemical frequency that can give very profound and very meaningful experiences. Some would go as far to describe it as spiritual. Myself included. In 2016, the Medical Research Council conducted a study with University College London and The Royal London Hospital to test the effects of psilocybin on people with moderate to severe depression. 12 volunteers were given a single dose of psilocybin and measured in terms of intensity during their trip, to calculate the potentiality and relevant side-effects of the drug in treating depression. The results showed that over half of the volunteers were free from depression for a week after treatment and the remainder were depression-free for up to three months. This is because psilocybin is a serotonin receptor, allowing the "feel good" chemicals in your brain to function at a higher rate, obliterating the black cloud and all the other relentless anxieties some of us battle with on a daily basis. The magic in those mushrooms dictated with precision that I didn’t deserve what she did, and in return, she didn’t deserve me. I am not only wholeheartedly accepting of the sudden end to my relationship but I am accepting of pretty much everything that surrounds it; I’m still an ageing, recently single, technically homeless, under-educated struggling writer with an unstable government negotiating a messy Brexit but it’s my outlook on all that shit that has infinitely changed. And I’m over you.
Nicola MorrisonPublished 7 years ago in PotentWhy the Rise in Marijuana Moms?
As I was going through my morning emails today, a subject line caught my attention. It read: Possible Story - Why The Rise in Marijuana Moms?
Kimberly MillerPublished 7 years ago in PotentMy Life of Seclusion with My Wife, Dog & Cat, and Medical Marijuana!
So, Vocal Culture emailed me to say that I had five drafts, but I like to think ahead of myself and have stories formulate in my mind ahead of time, and I start with a title and the picture. And, basically I wing it from there. That's the "special" brain I have.
Richard HuffmanPublished 7 years ago in PotentPot and Parenting
Marijuana is now, for the most part, mainstream. But there is still work to be done. Over the next few years, we should expect the self-righteous folk, who feel smoking pot is still socially unacceptable and are unwilling to drop the lessons taught to them by misinformation, to continue besmirching those that use marijuana.
How I Met Myself
It was the first time I had ever taken what Terrence McKenna had called a heroic dose. Five dried grams of premium psilocybin mushrooms. I was not prepared.
Leslie J. FlemingPublished 7 years ago in PotentHow Cannabis Made Me a Better Mom
Growing up, I thought the same thing about "stoner moms" that most people seem to believe. They're lazy, unmotivated, and selfish. I thought that pretty much any parent that smoked marijuana was incapable and unfit. I didn't hate people who smoked. In fact, most of my friends were daily smokers, but I was always uneasy when they had children. Not that they ever smoked around them, I just felt uncomfortable, like it wasn't right.
Does Marijuana Make You Lazy?
2017 is a big year for anyone concerned about marijuana. It may well be the breakthrough year, the time when the fight to decriminalize the up-to-now “evil" weed turns the corner. Lengthy and exhaustive scientific studies are beginning to appear that strenuously challenge our current beliefs and fears about marijuana.
Parag PatelPublished 7 years ago in PotentWeed vs Alcohol Effects
I just wanted to put down some thoughts about the differences between being high and being drunk. I am not a medical professional, or a biologist, so this is just amateur philosophy in layman’s terms. Basically, the personality, or what makes you who you are, is a combination of a conscious mind known as the “Ego” and the subconscious mind, the “Id.” Alcohol seems to affect the Ego and alters inhibition and psychology. THC, however, acts on the Id, and puts your focus on your conscious and logical thought. This is why some folds, like me, wax philosophical when we smoke and ask questions we normally wouldn’t.
Mickey FinnPublished 7 years ago in PotentHome is Where the Weed Belongs!
So! Put good weed in, and get a great, healthy feeling out! Disrespect cannabis, and beware my wrath! Reach out and embrace cannabis and cannabinoids! They really do what I'm telling you... cannabinoids heal our bodies through the utilization of medical cannabis and hemp-based cannabidiol medicines. I'm waiting for my video #102 in my continuing series for the legalization, and education of the human endo-cannabinoid system; a simple system if you really look at it. But it does very complicated effects to our health care overall.
Richard HuffmanPublished 7 years ago in Potent