When life gets heavy, I mean, really heavy, many people make a choice, between alcohol and cigarettes, or marijuana. Five days ago the motherload was dropped on me. Denial, anger, negotiating, depression - you name it - each of these emotions that bind us as human beings, reached a ten out of ten.
I am not a 'medical,' or a sickly person, but for the last five days I have been a patient. If it weren't for cannabis I might have slashed tires, broken teeth and ended up in jail. Instead I medicated. As a patient of the human experience.
I ate 10mg gummy bears and herbalized half a green bottle of toasted ABV. Vape, eat, bathe, sleep, vape, cry and breathe but don't throw up, sleep, and so on. During this experience I found myself accelerating towards acceptance; and I solved problems. I saw with clarity available only in deep trance pieces to a puzzle of a game I didn't know I was playing. I saw what was missing. I saw the betrayal. After denial and anger subsided I felt bad for Nameless. Nameless is frightened and made bad decisions. Nameless should have used the Herbalizer more, instead of hitting the bottle. With my heart bleeding I say good-bye to nameless.
This is the Herbalizer thread, so I know I can be real and respected for that. FUCK THIS SHIT. FUCK the egos. Fuck the greed.And fuck those who lie and deceive to meet their self-centered agenda. And most of all, fuck the fear that brings it all about.
I used the Herbalizer at 410F, two long draws, followed by a wicked hot bath in absolute darkness, and frankincense essential oil. No, I do not use the aromatherapy function. In the hot bath I stay 20 minutes longer than I should, and see, without judgement, behind the curtain. My conclusion? "These tears no longer work here."
I really love my Herbie. This week I needed 410F. Different needs, different temps, not for rookies. i vape like a BOSS.