Sex and Weed

Have you ever sat back and considered how sex and weed are truly so similar?

You set out with intention

Cultivating the experience

With the right environment

Growing together

Now full-bodied and readied

Feel ecstasy, the passion

Bursting

Everything blooms

Euphoria

Experience the immaculate

Sensations

So many ways to feel

So many ways to touch, taste, penetrate you

So many ways to consume

Hash burning so hot

Smoke, vapors rising

Then just like that

It’s gone

The people

The plants

The smoke circle

The dance

The high

The chance

To let go

To feel good

To be in and out of your body at the same damn time

Never again to exist in the very same way

Never again to be replicated just so

Your memories the proof

Your nerves the reminder

Your mind’s eye set to wonder

Find the same high

So beautiful

Will you find her

~ Ganja Vibes

by HeatherB

Sacred Waters – National Geographic Magazine

From the droplets in a baptismal font to the scattering of ashes on a holy river, water blesses our lives.

By Cathy Newman

Photograph by John Stanmeyer

If I were called in / To construct a religion / I should make use of water, wrote the English poet Philip Larkin in 1954—and most religions do.

Waters, religious historian Mircea Eliade explained in the 1950s, are “spring and origin, the reservoir of all the possibilities of existence; they precede every form and support every creation.” So it has been since human history began and, by legend, before. The world, Genesis says, was brought to life by a God who created a “firmament in the midst of the waters.” Babylonians believed in a world made from a commingling of fresh and salt water. Pima Indians have said Mother Earth was impregnated by a drop of water. The cataclysmic flood that destroys a civilization is also an aqueous archetype and part of Hebrew, Greek, and Aztec cultures.

The body thirsts. So does the spirit. “I must live near a lake,” wrote Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung, who waded into the depths of the psyche and equated water with the unconscious. “Without water, I thought, nobody could live at all.”

From our worldly entrance in a burst of amniotic fluid to the ritual washing of the dead (taharah in Judaism; ghusl al-mayyit in Islam), water flows through our lives, scribing a line between sacred and profane, life and death. We are doused, dunked, dipped, sprinkled—and blessings flow, deep and wide as the River Jordan of Scripture, wondrous as the spring at Lourdes, cathartic as tears.

via Sacred Waters – National Geographic Magazine.