I’m one who believes that consciousness is omnipresent - that things are alive by one understanding or another. I’m more or less forced by the experiences of my life to accept this as a truth...having trained as a shaman in Mexico...but I’ve always drawn a line at fairies and stuff.
Fairies - *pot* fairies specifically - have somehow got past it.
My living situation is ‘fraught’, things tend to be precarious around here. As one side-effect, I tend to drop bits of herb. It used to annoy me, ‘cause frugal. It was pretty amazing that I could see how much I dropped, see exactly *where* it dropped...but rarely finding anything, even at close range with a bright flashlight on an otherwise clear surface. At some point, I said to myself, ‘fine, the pot fairies can have it’.
Since then, I don’t go looking for what I drop...and every time I run out, I find bits and buds I didn’t know I had, a full grinder I was sure had been checked thoroughly more than once, a blunt that got lost in the tubes, a storage tube with a few grams hiding in the recesses. My chain of supply broke more than a month ago, and when I’d finally run out, I washed the grinders, the tools, everything, including the inside of my bubbler. Once the alcohol had all evaporated, I was left with 2, maybe 3 grams of the usual think black gunk...but this gunk smells and tastes and hits like concentrate.
I’ve been vaping it off screens in a glass spoon pipe for the last month. It definitely gets me buzzed. I still have 2 grams left. At this point I no longer care if they’re ‘real’ or not, treating them as if they’re real seems to be paying off....
This has only partially to do with ritual, but I do think it syncs with the way of cannabis