December 15, 2005 - Wroclaw, Poland

I say further, cannabis *is* the Tree of Life, it is also the Eucharist, they are one in the same. This I do not know if you agree or not with, but I have learned it for my own part.

I found it interesting that in the thread you pointed me to, the first responder to your statement was Ska Pastora. She who is also known as Salvia Divinorum, and this is the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, from which we should abstain.

If You click to the link above and then click:

The Green Collar Worker, You will understand what I proclaim.

Religoius people, mark every fact of life, and find some corollary in the 'bible, there is another bible, that is filled with blood in our streets and communities.

Cannabis is a portal, that can fill most of our emptiness, it is illegal, and costs a lot, yet, it offers a quick glimpse to that 'tree of 'Life, in the meantime, 'we 'all, are marching towards 'freedom, 'we are hopefully, on that same page, that page that spills out into the eternal bucket of Ralph, that Porcielan Throne, where you start to be a human being, realize your inheritance, know your place in front of that bowl of shit, that some 'water can wash..

Peace,..

whig,

The Truth is being poured out over the earth through the internet, print, TV, radio, and by the people who love The Truth. It comes in a variety of shapes, colors, textures, and from all directions. But, The Lie is being poured out over the earth through the internet, print, TV, radio, and by the people who love The Lie. It, too, comes in a variety of shapes, colors, textures, and from all directions. We were given free will to choose the one we want. Both may seem identical at times. But through your heart asking "Which is The Truth", your third eye opens, and allows you to SEE the Truth. When you choose to believe The Lie instead, perhaps because the consequences are easier for you, you sin. To disregard The Truth, and to accept The Lie, is disobedience. The trick here is you can't listen to anyone else's opinions of The Truth or The Lie, though many may share them. You have to seek The Truth inside yourself, not on a bill board, or the page of a book. The Truth is a Living, Real thing. Recognition of it has a profound physical rush to it. I can physically feel The Truth sometimes. Really. It's like it ENTERS my body. But from WITHIN.

And Merry Christ'mas to you.

For while it is important and good that people know that the way is being cleared for the people to partake of that which they've been denied these many millennia, they should know what it is in fullness, they should expect it and understand it and be prepared for it and accept it when it comes around to them. For the peace pipe will be passed one to the next, and so we awaken in our own time and to the time before.

Do you offer a 'gentle hand?

Tree of life

Gen. 2:9 Gen. 3:22

Gen. 3:24

Proverbs 3:18

Proverbs 11:30

Proverbs 13:12

Proverbs 15:4

Rev. 2:7

Rev. 22:1 (it’s the subtitle in NASB)

Rev. 22:2

Rev. 22:14

Rev. 22:19

Sometimes, We can even smell more medicine in some buds compared to others. Medicinee / mediciny (sp); &&& the leaves of the tree of life are for the healing of the nations -see Rev. 22:2.

NOTICE: the tree of life is Biblically only in 3 locations;

& notice the description of where:

the very 1st book, Genesis;

Proverbs

and

the very last book, Revelation.

Very interesting (–triilluminating / triluminating?)

The tree of life is very important.

The tree of life is even said to be denied to those who take away those words in the Bible; see the very last page;

Rev. 22:19, (3rd from the last verse)

"and if anyone takes away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God will take away his part from the tree of life and from the holy city, which are written in this book."

Notice the place where many people take away the words of the Bible is on that very 1st page of the Bible where it says God created all the seed bearing plants and said they were all very good... (11-12 & 29-30) They ignore the words about the plant... and then they only harm themselves because then they are losing their portion of the tree of life.

The 1st page and the last page.

There it is.

I bring up this conversation often.

And I can bring people to the Ecologician's tree of life and cover the Bible from the very 1st page to the very last page and show believers that they in fact can have cannabis and God and the combination can lead toward total reality.

*PLUS*

"the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it" Rev. 22:3.

Be granted to eat of the Tree of Life, -see Rev. 2:7.

The Green Collar Worker

Thank you Lord, that fresh cannabis leafs are born in our Light.

There is a saying I have heard somewhere in some time, "its a cruel world out there", seems to me, that cruelty is a fine tuned talent of humans, of which I am very embarrassed to admit to the Light that shines from Heaven.

Must I carry my 'bag full of sores and greavences before the table of the Lord, maybe some people drink to forget, and some to get closer to the Holy Spirit, that moment when you catch a glimpse, twinkle twinkle, in the blink of an eye, like the rain which cools the hot dusty sun, there is a place where you can get a hot bath, a washing shower, that can forgive, that promised place, where you become a human being, that husband, caretakers of this planet.

Peace

May that Blessed Leaf bring Grace and the soft hand that is our place and time in this universe..Merry Christ'mas

It is us. We are here now. There is no time. Don't follow leaders, watch your parking meters.

"Not that dead rabbi on that dreaded wooden cross,"

Don't say not this or that one, because we all have much to learn from one another.

"Historians have understood how early christians, met in underground places, caves, secret symbols, and the forgotten testaments of the many unknown mothers, fathers, children who have lived, and looked into the eyes of their executioners."

Nothing is forgotten forever, we remember, or as Mayan explained so eloquently, "The Greek word for remembrance, anamnesis, does not mean simply psychologically recalling.... The word anamnesis means to bring the past into the present and the present into the past."

Puff puff pass.

"It is such a Pity, May God Have mercy on our souls."

That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!

Is marked in the 'stars,

Look,into the eyes

Into 'Your eternal business,

Peace, Cannabis,

Mrseks That spot,

When,

We'

We become human beigs,

Have you consumed?

To the asses and fools,

The pimps and charlatans

Who have tasted the flesh,

Who have tasted from the cup of man

You have tasted

The final brew,

You have drank from the cup,

Of Everlasting Life.

An Undergraduate Student

This morning, while conversing with an undergraduate student, I asked the question, did he have any understanding about what happens to him, myself, after, when 'death takes life, what happens to our minds, our souls?

I suggested, how all of us are so completely surrounded by unknowns, Life is a paradox, surrounded on all sides by unknowns, we are like some bubble of Light passing through reality in this time continuum.

Who will step up, who has a plan?

Not that dead rabbi on that dreaded wooden cross,

Historians have understood how early christians, met in underground places, caves, secret symbols, and the forgotten testaments of the many unknown mothers, fathers, children who have lived, and looked into the eyes of their executioners.

It is such a Pity, May God Have mercy on our souls.

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Effective December 1, 2005 I am withdrawing as a candidate for President in 2008.

If anyone wishes to utilize the platform, they are more than welcome to do so. This nation is in deep trouble and I will support anyone who stands up for the right reasons and with the right plan to turn America around.

Concurrent with this decision, I have severed all ties to the 9-11 Truth Movement. God Bless America.

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I think they got to him and let him know he wouldn't live long enough to complete his campaign, or something like that. It's really sad, here was a guy who *might* have been able to turn it all around, and now he's quit. And that last part about severing times to the 9-11 truth movement is REALLY suspicious to me... why would he do and say that unless seriously threatened? Just a few days ago an interview with him went out on the net, this was posted by mayan. It contained earth-shattering (to me) revelations about reasons why certain people would want the WTC demolished. In fact the timing suggests that these interviews resulted in his withdrawal.

Isn't that asking for "anecdotal evidence"?

LONDON (Reuters) - Shares in GW Pharmaceuticals Plc fell 13 percent on Friday after an inquest linked the death of patient to the company's cannabis-based medicine Sativex.

The coroner in the case of Rene Anderson, a 69-year-old diabetic who died last year, said the balance of probabilities suggested an "idiosyncratic" drug reaction contributed to the confusion and illness that led to her death.

Anderson took part in a clinical trial of Sativex in October 2003, shortly before she was admitted to hospital.

"While the case is very sad by its nature, GW does not believe it raises any new or additional safety concerns about Sativex," the drug company said in a statement.

Sativex, which is sprayed into the mouth, is GW's leading product and the source of most of the company's value. It won first approval for use as a treatment for neuropathic pain in Canada in April.

The group grows thousands of marijuana plants at a secret location in the English countryside, having been granted a dispensation by the government to use the plant for medical research.

Shares in GW were down 14-1/2 pence or 11.9 percent at 107-1/2p by 3:48 p.m., after trading as low as 100p.

Copyright: Reuters 2005

Friday, December 16, 2005

Calif. -- The San Francisco Department of Public Health is gearing up for the new state medical marijuana program in which patients and their caregivers will be issued California identification cards allowing them to buy and use cannabis if a physician recommends it.

Starting Jan. 9, applications for the new cards will be accepted in the main lobby of San Francisco General Hospital from 1 to 4 p.m. Monday through Friday.

San Francisco has been running its own medical marijuana identification card program for years -- more than 8,000 have been issued so far -- but the state program, run through the counties, is expected to make it easier for people to purchase the medical cannabis from dispensaries throughout California.

When the state program starts up, San Francisco's identification card program will fold. However, people who already have the city cards can continue using them in San Francisco. No doubt they'll make nice collectors' items someday.

Of course there's no guarantee that the new cards will protect cardholders from local, state or federal prosecution, city public health officials warn. Just this week, federal drug agents raided 13 medical marijuana dispensaries in San Diego County, seizing high-grade marijuana, computers and patient records.

Well aware that the feds could target San Francisco next, city officials, led by Supervisor Ross Mirkarimi, have enacted a policy that once the application process for the new state identification cards is completed, patients and caregivers will get back all their identifying application documents, including the doctors' letters of recommendation, so there will be no paperwork for authorities to seize.

More information can be found at: http://www.sfdph.org/services/mcidinfo.htm

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From Clay Young To the Editor of the Ukiah Journal: December 13, 2005

By now, many of you have heard of my unpleasant experience Friday afternoon with agents of the federal Drug Enforcement Agency. It was front page news in the Ukiah Daily Journal this morning under the headline “Homeowner Protests DEA Action in Ukiah.”

For those who haven't yet heard about it from the paper…, here's what happened:

Around mid-afternoon Friday, I got my annual visit from David Brown, the county tax assessor, who comes by to check my progress. For the past seven years, when there's been the time and money, I've been building a solid, fully permitted house on my timber preserve parcel to replace my old Class K cabin. It's always congenial with Dave, a decent fellow whose job it just happens to be is to see to it that I pay my fair share of his salary, as well my dues to the rest of the county government apparatus including those of our local law officers who work closely with, and in support of, the DEA. As we shot the breeze, David and I noticed a small aircraft circling loud and low over my house. "Damn student pilot," I complained. "Why does he have to practice his 360s right over our heads?" Dave asked if he could go around my house taking some measurements, and I told him fine and went back to work.

I was up on a stepladder pulling some electric wire when I heard a noise behind me and turned to look. Two young men, in their mid-20s I guessed, had come in my open doorway. The one in front had a light machine gun at the ready - stock up in his armpit, finger on or near the trigger, the barrel pointed at me. He did not say who he was, but motioned with the gun as he ordered me to get down from the ladder. I did so immediately, and waved the back of my hand at him to get him to stop pointing the machine gun at me. At first he swung it away, but then continued to point it at me as he faced me.

I asked him what this was about. He didn't answer, but instead started firing questions at me - who was I, was I the owner, were there any firearms on the premises, was anyone else present. I answered promptly, trying hard to keep my physical shaking under control. I noticed there were four other men outside the window and that they were all wearing DEA jackets or jumpsuits. The apparent leader, who ignored my further questions, demanded to see my ID. It was in the kitchen, in the part of the house that's more or less functional, so he followed me in there, still with the gun, and then sent one of his men back out with my driver's license, to run a check I guess. The guy in charge then asked if he could look through the house.

"Thank God," I was thinking, "that my wife and 3-year-old daughter aren't here." Since he still had the gun, and since I felt uncommonly eager to demonstrate that I had nothing to hide, I said sure, okay, go ahead.

Already by this point the atmosphere of this action was morphing from "You're busted, chump" to "Oops, looks like another dry hole, guys." I was free now to wander around my own place as they poked about, finding, of course, nothing. They had meanwhile rounded up David and were making him wait out by his pickup.

"Okay, we're finished," the young honcho told his men, without a word to me. They had been around perhaps 15 minutes total. I waited, in vain, for an explanation of why they were here, what they had expected to find, or at least a gruff "Sorry to have disturbed you." but none of that. The six of them piled into their unmarked black pickup, four of them hunched in the bed, and drove out toward my neighbors' locked gate. They stayed there perhaps another five minutes, then backed up to turn around in my driveway and went off without another word or glance.

Hello?!! America? Are you still there? Armed men walk into my home without a warrant or without asking my permission, threaten me with a gun, don't bother to introduce themselves, poke around my home looking for god knows what, and then drive off without the slightest acknowledgement of the nasty experience they had just inflicted? May I wake up now?

After they left, David and I chatted about what had happened, shaking our heads in amazement, but to tell the truth I don't remember anything we said. I realize now I was in a bit of shock.

The tax man finished up and went on his way, and I sat down to mull over what had happened. Slowly the sense of unreality of the whole incident began to give way to all-too-real feelings of violation and outrage. If you've never been to Running Springs Ranch, it might be hard to completely empathize. Almost anyone can imagine the terror he or she would feel if strange armed men of uncertain authority barged into their home. But out here, we're so in the middle of "nowhere" that the whole inner experience is of being in splendid isolation, above the fray, blissfully distant from the excesses of ugly behavior in which our government seems is reported to be engaged in nowadays.

Of course, anyone living in Mendocino County after over two decades of DEA "actions" hereabouts knows well enough how illusory is that sense of being away from it all. A known hot spot for pot cultivation, our bucolic county is still a major front in the war on drugs. But the more I thought about it, the more unusual and outrageous my experience seemed. Was this standard DEA operating procedure now? Had our supposedly sacrosanct civil rights come to this?

I'll tell you why I think this little incident is so damned important to us all, so much more important than any discomfort that it's caused me. In my opinion, it puts a human and real face on everything we've been worrying about since the Bush administration took September 11 as a license to mount an assault on our civil rights in the name of fighting terror.

The Prey-on-Public-Fear Act (euphemistically and cynically named the Patriot Act by its architects) was one of the first products of this brave new world. Then the trumped-up Iraq war dished up all sorts of cool opportunities to distract our attention from domestic issues like - just for example - the 700,000 or so Americans currently behind bars for drug offenses. And then throw in the confusion, the smoke-and-mirrors of birthing the bureaucratic megasaur known as the Homeland Security Department. And - presto digitato - they have created all sorts of foggy comfort for the administration's long-term goal of seizing more presidential discretionary power that operates outside of court jurisdiction or public scrutiny. Not quite marshal law yet, but apparently leaning in that direction. We're even developing a whole new language and relative morality to deal with this ramp-up of federal anti-civil rights activity: extraordinary rendition as federally authorized kidnapping; torture in the defense of America as justifiable and - one of my faves - "If we call em terrorists, then they ain't no enemy combatants and so they don't get no Geneva Convention Rights" etc & etc.

Look, I know that the stupid DEA action against me yesterday had nothing directly to do with the war on terror. But I do worry that what I experienced is neither an isolated nor atypical event. I worry that it's a symptom of something much bigger and scarier. I am concerned that our federal government, under its current leadership, is changing right before our eyes.

No, the DEA is not under the Defense Department or the CIA - it's part of the Department of Justice. But what I experienced seems to be symptomatic of official behaviors that are happening in //more than just one "renegade" arm of the central government. I fear that we're witnessing a shift of federal law-enforcement culture from one where the highest good of government was to protect our civil rights to a mindset where those rights are considered expendable in deference to the ascendant god of "Public Safety."

It could be that the young guys who invaded my home were just badly led and supervised. Maybe they hadn't been properly schooled on how to deal professionally with the public. They did seem green, which made them that much scarier. Or maybe their busy parents neglected to teach them basic manners. I guess I could be making a mountain out of a molehill.

But until someone in authority from the DEA or Department of Justice can credibly assure me that my experience was an anomaly and that they "regret" it, I will fear the worst.

Yes, neighbor. It can happen here.

http://www.karlschwarz.com/SchwarzPlatformRev.pdf

http://rense.com/general69/fraud.htm

"Part of our re-focus will be to address one of the biggest problems I see in America. That being the blind and immoral support by Christians for US government policies that are pure sin and have no Christian virtues whatsoever..."

http://www.karlschwarz2008.com/platform.htm

(For a minute there, I thought it was one of my old mug shots!)

DEA Owl where you get the weed?

Owl: I got the weed at guantanamo bay

DEA what where you doing there?

Owl: Seeing how durty the CIA is!

DEA there not durty!

Owl: I seen them doing a lot of durty thing

DEA put him in a cage and Throw away the key. we can't have him out telling on them.

please ck out Richard Cowans peice on a LTE

Perhaps the "cannabis-like cream" is a cream containing the whole plant material including stems, seeds and shake... just cream style.

Child Killer Was a Pothead

Those that are found to have any trace of the Devil, will be brought before the high' priest and their demons shall be exorcised.

May God Have Mercy On Our Souls...