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Raphael “Herb’n Monk” Hameed and his Sour Grape grow in Los Angeles 2010
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|White Russian||Alert, Clear, Trippy||Serious|
|AK-47||Mellow, Cerebral, Spacey||Serious|
|Arjan Haze # 1||Uplifting, Social||Green House|
|Arjan Haze #3||Creative Euphoric, Active||Green House|
|Arjan Ultra Haze #1||Meditative, Introspective||Green House|
|Arjan Ultra Haze #2||Giggly, Chatty, Social||Green House|
|Strawberry Haze||Creativity, Giggly||Arjan|
|Amnesia Haze||Euphoric||Soma’s Seeds|
|Cannalope Haze||Strong, Heady||DNA|
|Super Lemon Haze||Uplifting, Creative||Arjan|
|Dela Haze||Uplifting, Active||Paradise|
|Dutch Haze||Clear, Uplifting, Calming||Dutch Passion|
|Hawaiian Haze||Cerebral, Euphoric, Clear||Arjan|
|Nevil’s Haze||Strong, Cerebral, Psychedelic||Federation|
|Sage||Cerebral, Alert||T. H. Seeds|
|Kali Mist||Cerebral, Energetic||Serious Seeds|
|Cinderella 99||Uplifting, Giggly, Mental||Gypsy Nirvana|
|Jack Herer||Uplifting, Cerebral||Green House|
|Sour Diesel||Up, Euphoric, Psychedelic||Green House|
|New York City Diesel||Up, Creative, Cerebral||Soma Seeds|
|Jack the Ripper||Speedy, Trippy, Talkative||T.G.A. Seeds|
|African Sativas and Hybrids|
|Ethiopian Highland||Up, Creative||African Seeds|
|Swazi Skunk||Cerebral, Alert, Energetic||African Seeds|
|Malawi Gold||Alert, Clear, Psychoactive||African Seeds|
|Durban Poison||Cerebral, Creative,Focused||Dutch Passion|
|Urban Poison||Cheerful, Alert, Energetic||Nirvana|
|Power Plant||Strong, Uplifting, Giggly||Dutch Passion|
|Swazi Safari||Cerebral, Clear, Euphoric||Flying Dutchmen|
Raphael “Herb’n Monk” Hameed and his Sour Grape grow in Los Angeles 2010
The woman’s been through enough. From childhood through adulthood she has fallen down, been knocked over, mocked and through all the years has gotten back up every flipping time she was knocked on her ass.
Through all the years, she has amost always had one or two people in her life that she calls friends. This has been good. They’ve been there to listen, to talk to, to bitch to, to get into arguments with because let’s face it, no two people are the same and as they learn to communicate, the friendships that counted always lasted.
She grew up in a family that didn’t love her; rather, they were adopted her, doing their “religious duty” and although that served a specific purpose, it didn’t give her the security in her heart that most any and everyone craves, especially the girls and ladies. Missing that connection with her father and knowing her mother doesn’t love her, she gets kicked out into the world and tries to learn to acclimate to adult life. Due to the instability (emotionally) of her young life, her attempts to “act grownup” mostly lead her towards self destructive habits and fair-weather friends. There are so many more people in this world who’ll do what you want them to do because you have sex with them or because you buy the beer or … pick-a-reason whereas there are few who stay friends throughout the time of absence. The bad influences and temptations in our life far outnumber the positive ones.
This lady had children, but can’t keep them; she has love in her life – amazing love – but periodically she has moments like this when she looks at her life and she wonders why everyone she’s ever known has forsaken her – why no one calls her, knowing she’s at home taking care of business. He needs her but SHE needs something or someone to call her up, ask if she’s ok. Does she need to go out and play? Go to the store, hang out, go for coffee…something. But no one ever does – they have lives and she feels guilty for feeling so alone and left out of life, work, etc.
She’s not waiting for entertainment – she jut wants to know she’s still relevant, still necessary, still fulfilling some purpose. Hoping and praying that her child didn’t die in vain, that the people in her life who used to be there, used to pick her up and take her out or visit or whatever haven’t forgotten her. If it were a case of “Don’t know what to say” she’s understand but that doesn’t seem to be the case as those friends were with her through the tragedy.
Maybe it’s just one of those days or moments. One of those days and moments where one feels blue and questions everything. Yeah, most likely that’s it. It’s been raining for days and the sun has hardly shone and her boy is still dead and those brown eyes of his still haunt her. She is happy and jovial most of the time but her heart is still broken, even now, almost a year later. She hears of children graduating and rejoices in their progress even as she knows her little one should be in kindegarten right now and instead of putting him on the school bus, she walks by his memorial site which people keep visiting and occassionally put a new stuffed bear by his cross.
She is confident in her God. She is confident that her Creator loves her, guards her, corrects her when she’s wrong. He is her Dad – her REAL Dad and He knows her pain, her misery, her sadness and He cares – despite the stuff going on with the world and global climate changes, the absolute moral decay, etc, He cares about her completely-as if she were the only thing on earth.
As she puffs on her Northern Lights bud, she realizes that as long as God’s in control – and unlike so many these days, she doesn’t (not for a single second) believe God is anything but IN control- and she stops worrying about that stuff quite so much.
The long and short of it is this, she realizes. She has love, she has a roof over her head, she’s broke as hell but not homeless. A step up. A step forward. So what if she is lonely? It’s bound to happen. It’s GOING to happen. God knows what she needs. He won’t let it go too long before he supplies that need. She’s an extrovert. She needs people around her just as he needs solitude. She functions better around people. Staying home round clock is taxing but God is refining her. He is making sure she is ready – for what? No one seems to know but there’s no question that her life has been training, has always been training for it. Whatever it is.
By your grace, Lord, I am ready.
We are in the last days. I’m fully convinced of that. Anyone paying attention to the goings-on here in the United States as well as the rest of the world will likely consede that things are declining quickly. Earthquakes, volcanoes, rioting and looting because of the still-relevant racial issues going on all over the country (likely the world but trying to keep this in “my own backyard”) are once more coming to a head.
Whether things end like they’re described in the Bible or another way, the decline of society and civilization (or should I say UNcivilization) has progressed to a place where it would take a miracle to return to normal, assuming “normal” was ever anything other than a term used to keep people in their place.
I believe the government has no right to tell me what to do when that law violates what I believe to be the law of God, or at the very least, the BLESSING of God. These days, that line has been monumentally blurred, maybe even obliterated, because the God that I believe in is apparently a different God than much of the world believes in, if they believe in one at all. Does this make me better than them? Hell no, of course not! It just makes me who I am and life experiences have helped shape me into the person I am.
Nowadays, morality is what man says it is; what society dictates – God’s definition, to most people, is completely moot because man’s desire to have their own way supercedes what he wants and says and even more, no one is qualified to speak for a God who’s been around since the beginning, I don’t care what kind of degree some man hands you or how many hours you study. I’ve never studies Hebrew or Greek but I can tell you that I imagine that the more you study about God the LESS you know.
All of that is not true of myself – I’m well aware I am not God, nor do I want to be – and I have no problem with God telling me what to do because he’s been around forever and I have not. The most recent issue(s) today are the gay agenda and the race-related police killings leading to all kinds of anger and hatred. Both have been thrown into everything. Nothing is sacred or pure anymore, especially not love. What you do with your time and in your bedroom is your business but when you start messing with me and impeding on my right to believe and saying nasty crap to me, I will say something whether it’s taboo or not. Isn’t it funny how one-sided tolerance is? I’ve been tripping on that for quite some time now.
As I stated earlier in another forum, I will add here, because it’s totally relevant to this blog: “There’s no hope left for America beyond the individuals who still love God and their fellow man. The best we can hope for anymore is to teach our children right from wrong, teach them to stand on their own two feet and treat their neighbors with respect and in the end, trust that we taught them enough.”
Come to peace now. I am talking about inner peace; outter peace is temporary at best. If you come to peace now, you will have fewer regrets later because, in case you’ve missed it, bad things tend to accumulate (like a snowball going downhill) and you’re (and I’m) going to need to be spiritually fortified in order to make it through. Choose your friends wisely- you’re going to need ALLIES in the days and months and possibly years to come.
God Speed. Go in Peace.
If you knew your child’s every breath was up to you to protect, would you change the way you parent? If you knew every word out of your mouth is stored in your child’s head, fusing with their ever-expanding vocabulary and self consciousness, would you change your parenting style? If you recognized your propensity for favoring one child over the other(s), would you change your parenting stye or keep making excuses? As I sit here by my son’s memorial cross, marking the spot where he was hit and killed and where I often go to sit and talk to him, I think about these things. The questions I ask are not multiple choice, they are rhetorical.
I have all kinds of extra time to come up with pearls of wisdom these days lol. I have learned through my kids going into and through foster care and through death. Our children have never been in more danger than they are today. I wish I could do more to help others but my hands are full right now. I know that God will open the doors as I need to go through them. Nothing that happens in our lives is for no reason. We go through stuff so that we can help others who’ve gone through similar stuff. We’re all students of our own lives; some are cognizant of that, some are not. Both are needed in this world. Proverbs 22:6 says Train up a child in the way they should go and when they’re OLD they will not depart from it…The laws of the land are only as good as the people who live according to them and even then, we have the responsibility to decide whether those laws protect or hurt our kids in the long run (abortion is federally legal, cannabis is federally illegal but abortion kills children while cannabis can heal not only our kids but the earth they will inherit once we’re gone and they’re left to take care of what’s left of it).
The further we progress in life, the more we divagate as people. Technologically, we keep progressing forward, we’re very good at doing these kinds of things. As people, for the most part, we’re abject failures. All too often, we can live next door to someone for decades with neither party being the wiser. A natural disaster, an apartment fire, or something equally negative is about the only thing that might happen, alerting you to the fact that you even HAVE neighbors, it seems like.
Personally, I’m very much a people-person. My unrealistic side believes there’s hope for the devil; my practical side sees him as a necessary evil and my realistic side sees him as a major hindrance to spiritual growth. I appreciate technology and am grateful it exists (hence this blog ) but I ask myself whether or not I’d be able or ready to progress forward if it all crashed today, being brutally honest with myself. It’s a fair-and imperative-question to ask: who would thrive and be able to continue providing for their family if we had to return to the basics -and had no real, working concept of what that entails?
We have grown so used to watching shows like Survivor, Alaskan surviving programs and the like that we swear we’d know how to function but when the rubber meets the road, would we be really be able to make it post-apocolypse (so to speak)? I seriously doubt it, frankly. The predominant reason we would crash and burn is because we tend to forget these programs are at least mostly scripted whereas our involvement in a post apocolyptic would be entirely non-voluntary, not to mention a very rude awakening. For those of us who have lived pre-internet and remember when we used to walk and run and bend and stoop to do chores, we might have a chance but for this current and future generations, survival would be a very harsh reality.
We need to come back to where we could survive without technology. There are so many movies, television shows and documentaries surrounding this issue but to actually make it, we’d have to develop a little thing I call EXPERIENCE and that involves getting personally involved – with ourselves and with each other.
A couple of days ago, my husband and i were at the doctor’s office. We were waiting for our ride back to our appointment, and were having a conversation about the economic gap between rich and poor, a very common conversation for us. What differentiated this conversation was an “aha” moment. As we talked, I mentioned how these mega churches were busy “building bigger barns” and that’s when my “aha” moment happened.
If you don’t recall the parable Jesus told, I will put it here for you all to read:
37 Blessed are those servants, whom the lord when he cometh shall find watching: verily I say unto you, that he shall gird himself, and make them to sit down to meat, and will come forth and serve them.
It has long bothered me that we have mega churches with so much poverty in this country. Yes, the poverty is everywhere but I live in the United States, so for the purposes of this blog, I will keep it “in my own backyard”. I believe it is encumbant upon the church to alleviate as much suffering as possible. It is dishonoring to God to hoarde what he has given and I pray that conviction will descend on these churches that are defying him to his face.
For those who ask, who are you? I say this, I am a watcher. I have no money, no fame, no fortune to my name. What I do have is a profound love for my God and my fellow man. Though imperfect, I am willing to do what I have to, to further the kingdom of God and am stepping out in boldness and faith. It takes a lot of courage to do anyting these days, to take a stand. All around us, people are opposed to any stand you take, if said stand goes against the word of God, whether one believes in it word verbatim or in it as a roadmap through life (they’ are not mutually exclusive) and makes you politically incorrect.
Taking care of our fellow man is not a matter of the law or the government, at least it shouldn’t be; it’s a matter of right and wrong, not an issue to be shoved off into the hands of people who don’t care one way or another. Because of the nature of our political landscape, it’s become a very cold world, and many, many people are dying and suffering who could be helped. There’s a huge discrepency between rich and poor. There are the 1%ers, as they say- those who own the majority of the money, the influence, and the property. Then there are the 99%ers – those who struggle to get by, pay for the lifestyle of the rich and famous (by going to see their movies, listen and buy their music, sport, etc.; and buy the products advertised, whether we need them or not), and, sadly, this is no different in the church than anywhere else.
To put things into perspective, let me show you what I mean:
Here’s a list of mega churches in this country and their numbers:
None of this would not be a problem were it not for two primary issues that arise out of it. The first issue that arises is the discrepency between the rich and the poor. How can a preacher or pastor stand up and talk about God providing for us all when they’re hoarding the wealth, not paying taxes (as commanded by God – Render unto Caesar what belongs to Caesar…Mark 12:17) and so far removed from their people that they could probably have the same member for 20 years and never even realized that person exists past their initial joining. The second issue that arises is the impact that the mega church has on the world in general, which is already looking for reasons to dismiss God out-of-hand. Add a mega church into the mix with its cold, calculating, materialistic nature and who wants to join the family of God and what for when the options are 1) they don’t know you 2) they don’t care about you and 3) you’re only as valuable as the amount of money you sink into their organization (and if you don’t have any, they likely don’t know you even exist and so have no time for you at all). None of these reasons are representative of the God who’s supposed to care about us personally.
Don’t misunderstand me: I have no problem with people making money. I have no problem with wealth. If there wasn’t such a huge inconsistancy between rich and poor, I would say, do your thing but that’s not the case.
Can a church claim to be fiscally responsible and preach about money to people when there is this level of poverty? Can they say that the level has nothing to do with them and that they should be able to accumulate all the wealth they want to when we’re supposed to be loving God and our neighbor as ourself?
As the body of Christ, we need to return to the basics. We are all, individually and collectively, responsible for each other. We’ve lost sight of this fact and we’ve drifted so far away from it for so long that we no longer regard our neighbor as our neighbor, but rather another person whom we decide whether or not we want to associate with depending on whether we “approve” or “disapprove” of their thoughts, lifestyle, or behavior. The fact that we’re family seems to have been forgotten.
So, what do I want to come about as a result of this post? In my mind, this is what I want: I want the church to either start paying taxes or to take the taxes that they WOULD be paying to invest in alleviating the homeless problem. There are a lot of creative people in this country – put your creativity into action. Stop hoarding and share. The only reason I wish I had resources would be to share. That’s it. You can’t take your wealth with you and when you go, you leave a lot of resources behind that could go to care for others.
I doubt anything will change although I stubbornly retain hope. I have faith in God; very little in man. My job is to be obedient to the urging of my Spirit, which I have done. What happens from hereon out rests with God. I learned a long time ago that sales, of any kind, is not my strength. Fortunately for me, God is alot bigger than I am and the Spirit is not bound by time and distance.
Remember, no man is an island. Share with your fellow man and remember that if the shoe were on the other foot, you’d want others to share with you!
On July 8th, I got up at the normal time, 5 am, prepared for the day and kissed my husband goodbye for the day. I gazed at our five year old, splayed out sleeping his beautiful little head off next to Daddy.
I went to work that day as always and at 10 pm, I was with my friend heading back to my family. As we turned the corner to my place, there was a crime scene going on; police and ambulances and stuff all over the place.
We couldn’t get through, so we turned around and went to my place a different way. I went into our empty apartment and took a shower, wondering where my family was. Raphael is a creature of habit and would NEVER have Ishaq (our son) out after dark so I was already a bit unsettled. After my shower, I sat and wondered where my family was some more. A knock of the door brought the first real sense of impending disaster. Looking out the keyhole, every hair on my head stood as I saw the police and several other people were standing outside my door.
I opened the door and my life changed forever. It was told to me that my son and husband had been coming from the store and had been hit by a car. Ishaq was killed. Raphael was in surgery, having had his leg nearly torn off. It had been amputated.
It’s been 5 weeks since this event took place. Raphael and I are not the usual suspects. We loved our son with every breath in our body and that hasn’t changed because he went home to be with God. We laugh; we cry. We live and plan for Raphael coming home so we can just be ourselves. Raphael is in good spirits. He’s loving and caring and wants everyone around us to be the best they can be and to know they’re valuable.
We need your prayers. We need financial help. A fund has been set up by a friend to raise money to help us move forward. I will be taking Raphael home and taking care of him. Through the Independence Center, I should be able to be trained and paid to care for him at home. We were on public assistance and I had acquired a part time job just before this happened. Obviously I had to quit to deal with the aftermath. Cash aid is only for people with children and so obviously with Ish’s death, that changed. Until I am getting paid to help him, we will need help.
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I don’t believe it’s of any surprise that I’m in favor of legalization. My nickname is Holy Hempress so if no one caught it, they’re really not paying attention. Surely the pictures of CANNABIS were a give-a-way? Ha, Ha!
Incidentally, I’m not only a FAN of cannabis, I believe it to be my GOD-GIVEN right to smoke it, eat it, turn it into hash oil and/or use it as holy oil and as a direct link, it’s my RESPONSIBILITY to teach and reeducate people who have grown up listening to the rhetoric that has followed it for years. And no one can tell me different.
God put this plant on earth and it has medicinal purpose just as cocoa leaves, opium and all other things on this earth do. Unfortunately, “man” is an arrogant, egotistical so-and-so and is FOREVER doing stuff to mess up the wonderful things God has given to us for our use (adding man made products to create heroin and crack, for example).
This morning I came across this petition on Facebook. It should be noted that I am one of those people who’ll cross the street to avoid a confrontation or possible conflict but sometimes one has to roll up their proverbial sleeves and be willing to be counted- even if it has negative results. Hopefully that’s not the case with this one. The petition I am talking about was to order Eric Holder to order a scientific and medical evaluation on cannabis.
** I would be monumentally grateful if everyone who reads this would consider going to the page and signing this petition.**
It’s abundantly clear that the majority of American citizens want cannabis legalized. For medical purposes or recreationally, it’s the same thing. Cannabis is medical by definition (as I’ve said in other blogs). The lack of legalization has nothing to do with our safety – or even our children. They’re spending the afternoon at school being bullied, bullying others, seducing and being seduced by other kids and grown teachers, huffing paint and other products. Marijuana should be the least of their concerns- in fact, if they had it, maybe they’d come home and park it for a change instead of going out making stupid decisions with far reaching consequences.
I truly hope that this blog reaches someone and causes them to think. We’re used to being monitored and accept whatever is directed towards us as Gospel. I don’t think that’s particularly healthy. One of the reasons that the P.T.B.’s do NOT want cannabis legal is because cannabis causes us to think and question. If they can keep us in Matrix format, we’re easy to control; if we take the RED pill and pull out of that mentality and realize we’re so much more bigger and smarter and full of possibility than we ever dreamed possible, and that no one can stop us if we set our minds to it, we would be dangerous indeed! We might even change the world for the better!! So let’s smoke a bowl and change the world!!
AS ALWAYS…LEGALIZE. REEDUCATE. RECLASSIFY.
Hello, everyone!! I wanted to introduce myself (properly) to you all, person to person, so to speak. The little guy is Ishaq, my five-year-old son. He’s amazing but five…and amazing and…FIVE! ROFL Darling, isn’t he?
PPP and spread the news: cannabis is essential, it is wonderful and it is going to pull the United States out of debt and step the rising tide of violence if enough people will lift their voices and stop acting like “sheeple”. The Creator gave us ALL brain matter and it’s far past time to start using it and exercising our rights as Unites States of America.
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