Why hemp/cannabis is the most amazing plant and the conspiracy to keep them both illegal.

Industrial hemp is a variety of Cannabis sativa and is of the same plant species as marijuana.
However, hemp is genetically different and distinguished by its use and chemical makeup. But hemp is largely misunderstood and deemed of misinformation by big business and government who have a vested interest in its prohibition. Hemp has been cultivated for over ten thousand years. The government and media solely speak ill of hemp, ignoring the many uses of hemp. For many years, high protein hemp seeds were used as food and in making hemp oil, which has been found to be richer in polyunsaturated fats than canola or soy and throughout the subcontinent it was a valuable medicine used to treat malaria, improve digestion, cure dysentery, increase mental power and heighten sexual potency. Even the bible speaks of hemp several times in the Old Testament; In Ezekiel 34:29, hemp (Kaneh) is called a “plant of reknown”. Few remember that between the American Revolution and the Second World War, hemp was one of our country’s most important agricultural crops. George Washington and Thomas Jefferson grew hemp on their plantations and both encouraged its widespread cultivation.
Just one acre of hemp can produce 300 gallons of fuel, 3 tons of protein and 30 tons of fiber.
Today, hemp can be used for cheap paper, helping to end deforestation and the Green House effect. Hemp can even be used for furniture, wicker, rope, clothes, cardboard, bags, cars, medicine, concrete and fuel so we no longer need to depend on fossil fuels. The hemp plant is a renewable resource that can be produced domestically and everything made from hemp is 100 percent biodegradable, it’s obviously very eco-friendly and can replace toxic petrochemical products. Need I say anymore why hemp is such an amazing plant? Probably not, but I will anyway.
Hemp is not exactly marijuana but both are amazing plants that should be legalized. However it does contain small amounts of THC, (not as much as marijuana) new research shows that small doses of TCH can benefit the heart, but a person would have to smoke or ingest A LOT of hemp to feel any high, and as mentioned in my previous posts about marijuana, it is also misunderstood and the media and government only focus on the few negatives while completely ignoring the insane amount of benefits.
The Declaration of Independence was drafted on hemp paper. Because hemp fiber is ten times stronger than cotton, it was traditionally made into twine, canvas and clothing. The sails for the USS Constitution, and nearly every other old sailing ship, were made of durable hemp fabric. Hemp can be used to make an astounding 25,000 different products, the fiber from hemp stalks can be used to make textiles for apparel, diapers, sheets, towels, tents, drapes, knapsacks and shoes. The first Levi’s jeans were made of hemp fibers which are longer, stronger, more lustrous, absorbent and mildew resistant than cotton.
In addition to salad oil, margarine and food supplements, hempseed oil has been used to make paint, varnish, ink, fuel, plastic resin, solvents and lubricating oils. It can also be used to make soap, shampoo, bath gels and cosmetics. Hempseed is the world’s second richest plant source of protein and is cheaper to cultivate than even soybeans. Hemp protein can be added to flour and animal feed instead of more expensive crops like soy and corn, thus creating more healthier red meats and poultry. Until the development of aspirin and barbiturates, cannabis was an important drug in the 18th and 19th centuries. It was used to treat rheumatism, ulcers, asthma, insomnia, migraine and other health problems, over 250 of them and is known to “turn off” cancer. Although information of its therapeutic value is ignored by the mainstream media, a growing number of physicians have investigated the medicinal values of hemp. The excellent book, Marihuana: the Forbidden Medicine, by Lester Grinspoon, M.D. and James B. Bakalar, discusses many of their findings. After numerous lawsuits on behalf of cancer patients, 35 states now permit hemp to be consumed primarily to counteract the nausea produced by cancer chemotherapy and AIDS drugs, just like marijuana can but the benefits of marijuana is supposedly more effective.
Hemp and marijuana has long been valued as a euphoric, uplifting and mind-expanding herb. A campaign organized by the Federal Bureau of Narcotics and supported by the alcohol, tobacco, petrochemical and paper industries during the 1930’s led the public to believe that hemp as addictive and caused “violent crimes and psychological and emotional degeneration.” Despite a number of scientific studies (including one undertaken in New York City by the LaGuardia administration which found no proof that major crime was associated with marijuana or that it caused aggressive or anti-social behavior) it was declared a dangerous drug by the Federal Government and outlawed in 1937, to this day the government still believes marijuana is more dangerous than cocain and heroin, stating it has no medical value.
While the abuse of mind-altering substances can be harmful, especially while driving or operating machinery, there have been no studies that have proven that smoking hemp/cannabis is either dangerous or addictive. A major study in Jamaica between 1968 and 1975, sponsored by the National Institute of Mental Health (Vera Rubin and Lambros Comitas, Ganja in Jamaica: A Medical Anthropological Study of Chronic Marihuana Use: Anchor Books, NY, 1975), reported even regular smoking of ganja was “without deleterious social or psychological consequences” and found “no impairment of physiological, sensory and perceptual-motor performance, tests of concept formation, abstracting ability and cognitive style and tests of memory.” The study also debunked the theory that hemp/marijuana smoking leads the user to hard drugs like cocaine and heroin, since the use of hard drugs among working class Jamaicans is virtually unknown.
According to the United States Department of Agriculture, 10,000 acres planted in hemp will yield as much paper as 40,000 acres planted in trees, and requires far less caustic chemicals in its manufacture than paper from wood pulp. Its potential use as an environmentally-friendly source of paper, including corrugated boxes, computer paper and stationery, as well as paperboard and particle board for furniture and housing construction, is enormous. Even if 1917 technology to process hemp into pulp were used today, hemp could replace about 70 percent of all wood pulp produced by paper mills.
Coal and petrochemicals originally received their energy from the sun millions of years ago and stored energy as the plants decayed. When burned, they release pollutants into the atmosphere. Biomass fuel, on the other hand, releases fewer pollutants and the fuel source spends the growing season removing carbon dioxide from the atmosphere through photosynthesis. Hemp is the world’s champion photosynthesizer converting solar energy into biomass more efficiently than almost any other plant. Hemp has at least four times the biomass/cellulose potential of corn or kneaf. It can also compete economically with petroleum-based fuels, without depleting the ozone layer. During World War II, Henry Ford even developed a car that could run on hemp-based fuel.
That basically sums it all up, hemp is one, if not, the best plant in the world and I honestly believe it is some sort of conspiracy by the government to somehow benefit them, why do I think that? I’ll explain, when powerful businesses don’t like something, they can usually get something done about it. The 1937 criminalization of marijuana is a case where this manipulation is obvious. Hemp threatens certain powerful businesses today, just as it did in 1937.
As the methods for processing hemp into paper and plastics were becoming more readily available and affordable, business leaders including William Randolph Hearst and DuPont stood to lose fortunes. They did everything in their power to have it outlawed. Luckily for Hearst, he was the owner of a chain of newspapers. DuPont’s chief financial backer Andrew Mellon (also the Secretary of the Treasury during President Hoover) was responsible for appointing Harry J. Anslinger, in 1931 as the head of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs. Hearst’s papers deplorably published enhanced accounts of marijuana-crazed black men raping white women. With these sensationalist newspaper stories as his support, Anslinger testified before Congress that, “Marijuana is the most violence causing drug in the history of mankind”, so it became illegal because of lies and greed. Ironically more African Americans are ten times more likely to arrested for drug abuse although just as many whites abuse drugs, and marijuana is the most common “drug”, if marijuana and hemp were legalized, it would take more than 70% of people out of jail and federal prison and cut deeply into the profits and violence of Mexican drug lords. Does anyone know how violent they really are? It is common to find be-headed/dismembered bodies in middle of the plain streets in Mexico. An example is of two people that were somehow connected to a Drug Lord and apparently did something to displease him/them, so they skinned their faces off while alive and tortured them and were of course, found dead tied to chairs. The War on Drugs has been a complete failure, it spends more money to keep it prohibited and it’s failing dramatically and may I remind you, it’s tax payer money that the government uses meaning, you pay to put people in jail for having a harmless herb.
So if my post here changed your views on hemp/marijuana, the best thing you can do to support it is to tell people about it, share information that has been learned about all of the benefits of marijuana and hemp, although many now support the legalization, hardly enough are aware of it’s true value. If you feel very strongly about the legalization like I do, a lot can be done, email or write senators and your representatives, keep up on its news and research etc.
But that’s all I have to say about it, thank you to all who reads this.



For people that believe in the paranormal, I have some things I’d like to share. Most, if not all people have experienced some sort of paranormal phenomena at some point in their lives. I myself, have had very, very many. I’m not afraid to share them either. So I will share some of the most memorable.
Once as a child, I woke up in middle of the night to see a large, black figure standing on the side of my bed, I was wide awake, I sat up and looked at it, it didn’t move or say anything, it didn’t look like a man, it had a human figure but it was solid black, I was unafraid and laid back down and went to sleep. It could have been a dream.
Sometimes the phone rings and I know who is calling before I even look at the Call ID. And other times, I can tell when the phone is about to ring before it even does, or I’m thinking about someone and they call a minute afterward. It could all be an unlikely coincidence and it happens all of the time.
As a child around 3 years of age, I use to tell my parents about my past life, I lived in a castle, my mother died and my dad would carry me around on his shoulders, to this day, I do love that time of the world, the knights, castles etc. But I could have simply had a very over active imagination. The only one thing that I could never figure out is how I would cry and tell my mother these exact words, “I tried to get into your belly but they wouldn’t let me”, which these aren’t my biological parents but I’ve been with them for as long as I can remember. Mama says she doesn’t know how I even knew about babies being inside a woman, but it’s possible I’ve seen it on T.V or something else, since I always knew they weren’t my parents but I’ve always called them my mom and dad, perhaps I made the story up for attention.
In our last place, I had the most experience, breezes of cold air, but it was an old house, seeing things out of the corner of my eye, but that was before I got my glasses. One I cannot explain is how we all saw a black and white cat run through the house every few months, there was no way a cat could of gotten in, there was secure windows and doors to the basement and it was a two family house, my aunt and uncle lived on the ground floor and we lived on the top, I do not recall them ever seeing a cat but we did, I often felt it jump up in my bed at night and I would mistake it for being my dog. Even the kneading on my back was clearly felt by the cat. I’d often see a shadow of a young girl in my room from the hallway, my clocks would stop, my music box would play and once my dad even seen a girl walk through the hallway and thought it was me.
There’s just a few of the things that has happened.
Strange how it all happens, but I think I can also explain how some of these things happen, not by providing logical answers like “I was seeing things”, but through science and other possible logical answers, thanks to my obsession with subatomic physics and the super-string theory, we all apparently exist in ten or more dimensions at different points in time and these subatomic particles can pass through these dimensions from the past, present and future and interfere with our everyday lives, that could possibly be the cause of some of the paranormal.
But I could be wrong, I was simply thinking about it for a short time since there’s been some odd things happening around here lately. But that is simply a theory, it could all be in my head or my over-active imagination or I could be down right mad, or it is very possible that it is all real and we have yet to find a better reason to explain it. Either way, it’s best to keep the mind open because in such a strange universe, you never know what can happen.


This cubicle is so cold and the sky is still gray.
And the sorrow and pain increases with each passing day.

Oh, how I miss the joys of summer and playing.
But by the looks of the results, it looks like I might be staying.

I had just turned three.
But you need to know, the world will go on without me.

All I can hear is the sound of the machine.
And watching more results light up on the screen.

Mommy keeps telling me that I will soon improve.
But oh, how it hurts to even move.

All of the nurses happily come in and try to make me smile.

But they’re the ones hiding behind denial.

I hate to see my mommy cry.
I want her to know that I’m not afraid to die.

Even if I don’t make it through,
you should know that the hardest part is leaving you.

I don’t know if I’ll live to see sixteen or one day marry,
but mommy this isn’t a burden for you to carry.

My skin has grown pale and all my hair is missing.
But I still smile from the memories and reminiscing.

I don’t need to be afraid because my mommy is here.
But why my life must end so shortly is still unclear.

It came a little early but this is my death.
The pain is fading, so I take my final breath.

There’s so many questions no one can answer,
but maybe one day, there will be a cure for cancer.

Once again, I have returned

I should stop disappearing like this. Anyway, I should be back for good now, I had a few laptop issues but my thought process hasn’t stopped and I intend to write about the thoughts I’ve had lately on some theories I’ve created on life.
It’s hard to believe it’s been 5 months since my dog has passed away, still hanging on but loose it every now and again, Rosco is doing well, unfortunately he is getting neutered on April 2nd. It’s a little embarrassing, but he has something called Paraphimosis, if curious, look it up because I’m too embarrassed to explain it. I never wanted him to get neutered, it just seems mean, no? But it’s for the best, apparently.
Anyway, after Google Chrome refused to load this site for about 4 months, I finally decided to get Firefox, so here I am, and I’m so glad to be back, reading and writing posts.
I’ve also decided to become a zoologist, and I’ll be moving soon so there may be one more time I’ll disappear for a little while, but I’ll be able to give a heads-up this time.

And FYI I’ll be playing a fun prank on my dad tomorrow, when he wakes up, I’ll speak nothing without using a country accent and claim I’ve been this way all of my life and he’s just going crazy, mama is on it. I’ll let you know what happens.
And dear Rich, it seems your last email to me has gone missing, please message me again if you wish to still chat. (:

Finding Closure.

The other day, Bucky (my dog.) was feeling sick. She was vomiting, had diarrhea , no appetite etc. At first I thought she just got ahold of something she shouldn’t have outside. Besides those things, she acted normal so I didn’t really worry.

The next day, I woke her up and picked her up and noticed her heart rate was very high, and she had rapid breathing. The first thing I thought of was Congestive Heart Failure so I panicked and made a call to the animal hospital. I told myself that it was probably nothing and I was just over-reacting. But we went there, the vet said she was just a little congested and had a simple heart murmur. I trust vets even though I was upset but he said she could live a long life. My poor beloved baby was miserable. The vet said on the phone it’d only be 32 dollars for an exam but it ended up costing us almost 400 dollars. He said he wasn’t really worried so I calmed down and thought she would okay.

Yesterday, she was just awful. I sat up with her forcing water down her with a syringe every half hour then feeding her small amounts of watered down food through the syringe every two hours. I cried a lot because I hated watching her suffer. I knew the day would come when she’d die but you cannot prepare for something like that. I still thought she would be okay, mama called the vet and explained how she was doing but they said she was getting better. Yesterday, I tried holding her still so she would sleep but she wouldn’t. After a while she jumped down and started stumbling. Mama told me to calm down because she was just weak from not eating. She tried hiding in the bathroom but I brought her back out but she went in mama’s room and laid down. I knew what was going to happen.

Mama brought her back out and I tried to give her water and that’s when she collapsed. Blood came from her nose and mouth. The congestion was actually around her heart and it came up through her nose yesterday at about 5pm. It was awful watching that. I told her how sorry I was and to just let go, baby. She looked up and her eyes rolled back in her head. She started twitching and lost function of her bladder and rectum. She kept fighting it as a small puddle of blood laid at her face. I held her up, wrapped her in a towel and she was gone.

I kept her wrapped in the towel and we took turns holding her saying goodbye. I unwrapped her head, she was still warm, I tried closing her eyes but they wouldn’t close. I called my brother-in-law to ask if he would bury her because I couldn’t do it. It was cold and raining, and I just couldn’t put her in the cold ground. Mama put a plastic bag over her still wrapped in the towel with her favorite toy. I couldn’t watch her go in the ground. Since dad had so many strokes and heart attacks I kept it all together only shedding tears while alone and trying to get my parents to calm down.

I lost my baby, the light of my life, the little baby that gave me hope when I had all the depression. When I was home-schooled and was never allowed outside, she was all I had and now I don’t have her anymore. I sat in my room last night looking through her pictures and thought about all the things I did wrong with her and every time I ever punished or scolded her.

I didn’t sleep well and I spent the morning laying in the dirt next to her grave in her beloved backyard and I had her leash with me and remembered how excited she got when I took her for walks. Which I haven’t even done recently. I had just taken a shower and I got dirt, grass and mud all on my hands, face, clothes and even hair. I’m a wreak without her and I don’t know how I’ll carry on without her. I miss her so much. And I’m writing this so maybe it helps me realize she’s gone and find closure. I keep thinking I’ll see her later like if I leave and come back she’ll be at the door to greet me but she won’t. I left the back light on outside cause she was actually afraid of the dark. I feel awful leaving her alone in the cold ground but I know she’s gone. That body isn’t her anymore. I hugged her one last time before she went down and her body was already cold.

But I just can’t bring myself to write anymore and my apologies for any writing errors. I took a bit of her hair and put it in a locket so she’d close to my heart. I know silly this all seems but that was my darling little baby. Now just a bloody, pathetic empty shell of flesh in the cold  ground.

I’m going to go back out with her now. I probably won’t be back on to write anything new for a week or two or more.

Thank you for reading

Just a poem.

On top of a mountain, a diamond, aglow.

He must climb to the top, despite the frigid snow.


She said she wants it and that’s fine.

She always gets what she wants but he doesn’t mind.


The diamond fit for the elite.

He climbs, praying a slip doesn’t lose his feet.


She gets whatever she wants and that’s the way it is.

He cannot say no so the burden is his.


He makes it half way to the top.

It is too cold, he has to climb nonstop.


The rocks tumble beneath him as he climbs.

To fulfill her wishes as he’s done so many times.


The bitter cold burns his skin.

To retrieve her whim as it’s always been.


She said she just had to have it.

A task he has to commit.


He’d give her the world if he could.

He does all to make that well understood.


He knows the diamond will make her amazed.

But the height is making him dazed.


He adverts his eyes from below.

His hands going numb from the snow.


The tips of his fingers have turned black.

But he’s come too far to go back.


The diamond is so close to reach.

But his hands are covered in thick ice he cannot breach.


His chest is tighter than he can believe.

And he finds it’s getting harder to breathe.


He knows she wants it so he won’t give in.

All to keep her happy as it’s always been.


He loses his grip and falls without a sound.

Grabbing the diamond tightly and he tumbles to the ground.


She always got what she wanted and that was fine.

But she had too many demands he simply couldn’t decline.

Too soon.

I shouldn’t be awake. I should be in bed sleeping surrounded by the tons of stuffed animals on my bed. Yet, I haven’t slept. I thought I’d post something a bit pointless before I tried going to sleep.

Fall is on its way and I cannot say I’m very enthused. The days grow shorter, nights grow longer and colder, the trees stripped, looking so much like death. Animals hibernate, the sky will stay gloomy and the bitter cold will burn the skin. Winter will come along all too quickly.

A time of year I become depressed. Winter reminds me so much of death, the world and mother earth feels so dead to me during that time of year. It’s supposed to be joyful and jolly with all the holidays. It’s too soon for this.

It’s the time of year I just want soup, tons of coffee, tea, warm milk and hot chocolate and all wrapped up in my warmest blanket and wearing footed pajamas. That’s right, I said footed pajamas. I laughed too when mama gave them to me, but they are the warmest bundle of happiness and rainbows I ever did feel around me.

I don’t feel like sleeping. I’m already looking forward to spring so I can do spring cleaning again and plant flowers and strawberries. But as long as I always have something to look forward to, I can sometimes change my perspective and actually enjoy winter from time to time. The snow is beautiful when it’s pure and void of any imperfections such as footprints and the ice on trees is pretty and watching adorable children play innocently in the snow.

It’s a bit too early for me to be feeling this way so soon but as long as I tell myself time doesn’t exist, then spring will be here before I know it.