Our Blogger Cami wrote this post and of course the title says it all. I never expected her to go the route she went when we spoke initially about about her doing this post, but this is what I Obara Meji like about Cami, the woman always give me a good chuckle, she reminds me in some ways of myself, in an odd kind of way, and did I mention that I like “Odd” people? Odd meaning people with unique personalities and off set humor like Yw, him fling me dung ah grung all de time. RIP Joan Rivers, she was something else, I adored her. Perception, the topic itself is very fascinating and I believe that we should have a deep group discussion about it. As a matter of fact Cami will be on for its discussion tonight, she said it in last nights comment.
We all know that for most, Drugs can alter the mind and send you off into a zone of which only you, when experiencing it, can actually see (maybe not understand) what the hell is happening. The Matrix provides a film reference point. “You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”
That’s drugs for you, not with marijuana though, (or not with marijuana in its purest form, free from any chemicals or fixings) I still do not see it as a drug, I sincerely do not. Alice In Wonderland was supposedly written while the Author was tripping on Acid. And it has been said that a trip of LSD, has one seeing what is truly to be seen. Yet exactly what is that? How do we know what we see and understand as individuals is truly so, we are truly living in a Matrix!
I am an artist, I paint. I love abstract paintings because it gives me a tickle to hear what others see when they look at my paintings, and like a psychiatrist it also lets me inside the mind of the viewer, one person told me that he saw Fidel Castro screwing a pig from one of Jackson Pollock’s paintings, (the picture used for this post is a Jackson Pollock painting) thank God it was not my painting. I have had times when perhaps a dozen people view one of my paintings and each person saw completely different things. Fascinating how the mind works, and yet as a diviner, I am able to see beyond what is going on into a persons life far from their own reality. All my readings are done by the persons energy field and frequencies, and often times what they bring into my scope of view are the dead who are eager to speak to me. I am able to tap into their consciousness and bring forth things they knew not was with or within them, (the living, that is).
Spiritualist/traditionalists have within them an extended range of perception, or can alter the state or frequency of their of consciousness in order to perceive energy vibrations outside of the normal human range. Higher frequencies and forms are invisible to most humans because these frequencies are beyond their perception.
I too smoked weed while I was a teenager, and I can tell you the effect it had on me was not like Cami described. I smoked because it was the “cool” thing to do at the time and also because my father was a Ganja man and I grew up with it. I remember my mother saying to my dad in Jamaica when he tried to give her a puff “Let me go, ah waan yuh waan it mad mi”, and I laugh at this now because while I never thought I would loose my mind smoking weed, I felt strange most time when I smoked it. I did not get the Rasta man wisdom, or felt like chanting a psalm, or even like “natting up mi head an guh live a righteous life” or even doing the rasta gal dem mad looking dance, no offense Rasta people, Haile I! I never even got the urge to “Mock de dread”, Yes I did, but that’s another post!
I got the feeling of something crawling all over my body, and me saying in my head “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, please mek dah weed yah nuh mad mi please God, or else mama aguh kill mi, do God Do! all this happening in my head while on the outside I remained calm not wanting my friends who were Americans to see me a Jamaican panicking about some invisible bugs crawling all over her. I cannot tell you how many gallons of milk I drank, on the assumption that milk can bring dung de high, or how much shower I took, trying to get rid of the bugs crawling on my skin, I can hear you all saying “ah bush weed man”, and perhaps you are correct, because although this happened quite a lot, it was not every time. Some weed mek me feel sweet, and had me staring into space, with a great smile on my face, for days.
There was no real deep thoughts and thinking when I smoked, instead I wanted the high to go away and leave me the hell alone, other than on those rare smiling days. Eventually I stopped, I loved Ganja from a far and still do. Well our Cami has written her thoughts and have shared it, there is even a chuckle or two there so let us jump right on in.
Again please let us remember Nunu, Yazzy now I will add Mth and my very good friend 19, who Ty has told me she has also included in her fating today, I called 19 and told him and he was so touched and he said he needed the love and strength. Iron Sharpeneth Iron and the countenance of one brightens the other. Nuff love to all, Welcome Nyaha and Courtney big up! My people always remember that No condition is permanent!
Perception from an altered State of Mind:
For many years I’ve seen the world and its inhabitants from an altered state of mind. I wasn’t a chemical head, but a glorified “weed head”. I’ve been smoking Marijuana from the age of twelve and through the smoke I saw not the world, but the inhabitants for what they truly were…although there were those moments of irrational thoughts which made me hold back; those were the moments of anxiety which comes from that strong herb.
But guess what? Those moments of anxiety were more of a safe guard for me, it placed in a mode of a Sentinel…for some reason I had to guard myself. Many people will believe that the weed had me mad. It actually heightened my senses and by doing so I was more projected towards the perception of things, but mostly people. When I burned my spliff, my heart sped up, but my thinking slowed down to examine instances and if someone was speaking, then my mind went into a “recording session” of what was being said, even the speakers tone was being examined. These moments produced: “what a man lie”, “this one can’t be trusted”, “dis one yah a dunce”. There are often times when you find I found myself reasoning on numerous topics because the dialogue and partner (s) involve in the conversation aren’t members of the schools of the conventional train of thoughts, but rather freethinkers. Something about smoking Marijuana that puts the user on a plain outside of the norm (we already know that THC is the active ingredients, but this is different).
If anyone is in doubt, emotions goes into perception as well, therefore bias isn’t missing from the equation. When I was a full fledged pot head (I’ve puffed at least 4xs in 2 yrs, most recent 2 days ago) I wasn’t angry on the outside. My anger was checked while under the influence because I was processing and relishing on my anger- internally. I never displayed anger while under my herb, if I was to get angry then the weed wasn’t any good, it was wearing off or the insolence was greater than my altered state. If the emotion came about then the entire altered state went away as well, leaving behind the residual effect of what was perceived. Mind you, often times a signal (words included) may have been mistranslated, but , best believe, that a “weed head” registers everything deeply, so chances are the slight is just that and more.
DO NOT believe that what I’ve described is general to all “weed heads”. Hell NO! There are those who smoke marijuana to alter what has already been an altered mind. The song Monsters, by Rihanna, best sums this phenomenon up.
I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy
One factual result from marijuana studies is the way it enhances the mind, and if the mind isn’t right then the above lyrics apply. If you are a lover of literature, science or mathematics then it will enhance that part of the mind as well. But one thing that it works on is conscience. If the conscience isn’t clear then the “herb” will assault it like a Bongo drum player beating a drum.
I LOVE marijuana, but I had to part ways with it for occupational purposes and for love. Yes, me fling way de spliff in exchange fi love. There are those 4 puffs taken over a 2 year period that I have to live with. I took a few puffs at my friend’s house because the smell was intoxicating and I wanted to be in a state of mind to listen to her heartbreaking life events. When I am “high” I listen more and restrain myself from giving one of my tough love advice…If I wasn’t high I may just lose patience and tell her to grow a pair.
The puffs from 2 days ago is to kick start my metabolism. My body has taken on a grown woman body since I stop puffing! But, boy! CONSCIENCE made me feel like I cheated on my love. I swear it rationalized with me for over 30 minutes; then it told me to go get some Ice cream! I did because cotton mouth was setting in. Again, what is perceived during the altered state while on marijuana isn’t false, but just and enhanced state of being. I can’t defend those who are crack heads or meth heads because I’ve never seen them reasoning or planted in one spot with a book after ingesting their drug of choice.
Ẹní bá rí òkú ìkà nílẹ̀ tó taá ní ìpá, ìkà ti di méjì. /
Whoever saw the corpse of a wicked fellow and kicked it, has turned himself into a wicked person, as well……Yoruba Proverb!
[Don’t seek to get even; forgive and forget.]
All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…..Obara Meji!
There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned…..Obara Meji