I've gone to pot!!

cannabis is a psychedelic, just like lsd, its always different, and although u may get into a certain routine and have similar trips for a while it always* changes...sometimes i have bad trips, sometimes i have good, sometimes mellow, sometimes not...i never eat wen i get high, unless its my only oppurtunity...i think, if ure having a bad trip u need to change something, smoke with new people, or deal with personal issues, maybe try smoking in the woods on a bright sunny day if ure used to smoking indoors...maybe ure just refusing to accept some change that cannabis is sparking within u...maybe u need to stop blaming pot for the trip and realize its ure trip

 

true that...

ive discovered that when im having a bad trip, its something within me that im at conflict with. i try to take advantage of the bad trip to look deep inside ans see what it is that's troubleing me, write it down, and make a list f things that i can do to change....it may sound hokey, but it works!!

 

i hear ya! nothing but good things (for me)come out of it so whats not to like?
being totally blissed out is an experiance im up for all the time, for sure. if pot will take me there...im willing to go with it

 

i understand this. som,etimes i can get paranoid but...for me...it's a prety easy thing to turn around. like once i was feeling weird but i put on the moodyblues: in search of the lost chord, and like my mind went in a total different direction.

 

An Ode to Ganja!
by Pavel Rubin

When I walk the streets alone,
In the cold of winter,
I think of you,
You are sure to warm my heart.
An addict has no soul,
The soul is so addicted!
Come to me my sweet one,
Lets hold hands and share hearts.
Perfuming the night sky,
With gentle waves of smoke.
I breathe you out,
The world breaths me in.
Sounds, colours, intirguing paterns,
Poetry appears on faces.
The walls break,
The mood rises.
A smirk lasts a minute,
A laugh lasts a life.
Untangiable dreams,
Unforgiven nightmares.
All escape me,
With your deep breath.
Talk until sunrise,
About reggae music.
Life is so amusing,
When you are the stars.
I see shapes in clouds,
That one looks like happiness,
Another looks like you,
Where do I sign?
Forgotful afternoons,
Days of no recognition.
Nothing truly important,
To remember anyway.
Just you and me alone,
On a cold evening.
You are too kind to me,
Mary, my dear.
Lighting up a storm,
In the morning sunshine.
There is nothing at all,
To do anyway.
Just sit and watch life,
Pass by slowly.
With magical explosions,
Somewhere in the brain.
Escaping all the greed,
That binds our fists with faces.
Through one joke,
Forgotten in the sun.
Living to be great,
Not taking life too seriously.
We are just sinister,
Enlightment delays death.

 

i have it on moments i smoke several times a week, one of the reasons i don´t want to smoke that as much asi used to do

 

On occasions I have had to not partake for a few weeks, and then when I did again, I am always so surprised where my thoughts went during the time without. I came to some strange conclusions while not under the influence, and wouldn't want to be in that condition too often.

Once I was enthusiastically making plans to go to a doctor and get something checked out, and I had made appointments for tests and x-rays, and then I smoked again, and there was no way I was going to go submit myself to that kind of medical intrusion. So, often times I don't really trust my head and where it goes, when I am not smoking the sacred herb. Herbal smoke seems to allow me to remain in the here and now, which I often avoid by past tripping or worrying about the future, and in the here and now I am ecstatic and am rejoicing to be alive. Why would we want to dwell anywhere else.

And then there is the long list of things to do , places to go, things to buy, that can vanish after a puff. Often times this just convinces me that perhaps I don't really need to go anywhere, and get or do anything, and can relax and just enjoy being. Everything I need is right here.

I have used it as a creative tool for years, as it enhances the arts and provides a meditative environment for creativity. It almost always encourages movement or dance for me, and often an appreciated, heightened sensitivity to others and their needs and desires. I have smoked for so long (40 YEARS), and am still as awed by its powers and influence as I was after my first introduction. I really don't like hearing people call it "dope" as I believe thats all you will get with that attitude! I have always had a reverance for the magic herb, and probably always will. It's been good to me.!!!!!!!!!!

 

^^i dont think more elegant words were spoken on this topic...thank you and A-MEN

 

You people have no idea do you....Pot is good but for some its hell.

 

If you can't handle pot, its not the weeds fault. Percentage wise, negative experiences are far and few in between

 

POT
hobby not habit.

 

POT hobby not habit.

 

...it isn't habit forming...right?

 

AMERICA has gone to POT!

 

Hey, speaking of Cannabis and (oh no) dirtybongwater, I saw Michael Franti and Spearheads quote, and I love that song. There aren't many groups around that I have heard that have as much to say as they do. Now back to the subject, I like your signature "dirtybongwater", it always reminds me of an awesome day at the beach. Are you the "stone-r" you look like, or a "rock-er", or from Boulder???? I think your nickname is disgusting though, I think the substance you so strongly identify with is disgusting. I actually use a bong with no water to avoid the ordeal alltogether. Has anyone ever tried mint tea freshly brewed??? It is definitely COOL.....and makes one cleanbongwater..

 

Well A.B.E. michael franti and spearhead have a warm spot in my heart as does cannabis and yes dirty bong water. The name goes a lot deeper then the 6 month old charcoally smelly sludge at the bottom of most stoners bongs. It all started with once upon a time.......

I've been a member of the forums for over 5 years. When i first signed up and was asked to pick a username i had to think long and hard. Months went by, followed by years and then a decade passed and still no name...
I had no choice but to seek help. So i go to the nearest bar and ask the bartender to make me a shot of his choice. He places the shot in front of me which had a strangely familiar appearance. It was Cloudy and charcoally but had a sweet smell. He says, "this is dirtybongwater"
After the 4th one it dawned on me, i love this shot, and i love my bong. I stole a car, drove home, hit the bong, and filled the rest of the information out.

Ok so, some of that might be true, but most likely isn't, aside from a small portion

 

Ive said before, I have had some bad highs...and I understand what you are feeling.
But because its bad for you, the rest of us cannot enjoy it?? Im sorry your head cant handle it, but please dont condone the rest who can.

 

i think your missing what hes saying... hes implying the opposite of what your inferring from his posts. hes saying that yes, he cant handle it, but if you can, then go for it, but understand that some people just cant! hes not condemning anyone for there actions.
his opinion on quiting if you cant handle it is a good decision in my opinion. dont keep trying the same experiments over and over and expect different results, its pointless.

 

doing the same thing over and over expecting different results is insanity, insanity is liberation... weed can be addicting, im addicted to weed, u can be addicted to biting ure fingernails, and marijuana is much more fulfilling than that