Not a daily toker, sometimes once a week, or sometimes once a month, whenever the spirit moves me. Got the spirit this evening. Local friend these days provides me, but the pipe I smoked from just now was sent to me by the widow (and friend) of the man that I used to imbibe with, who passed a few years ago, because she believed he would want me to have it.
He was a retired Lt. Colonel. Had been a sniper at one time. He and his wife retired way up in the mountains on over 100 acres of wilderness, built a really beautiful home, all off grid, including a lake, and also grew some pot, and he smoked it every day.
We had some very interesting times there. He liked his pot and his wine and so did I. I can recall after 9/11 when all the WMD BS was going on in MSM, and I said, we are going to invade Iraq. He said, I have very close contacts inside the Pentagon, and no, we are not going to invade Iraq. I said something to the effect, I have friends and contacts outside the Pentagon who say the opposite. He never apologized when I was right.
I conjured him up this evening, outside on my back porch, hot and humid and smokey right now, and you can believe the words were inside my head, or an actual message from him.
The message I got was a big smile, you just continue to be you, either way everything turns out, stay true to you. We'll see each other again. And, yes, you are a seer.
Felt real.
