Hashish

Hashish is an psychodelic/entheogenic resin extract from the Cannabis Indica/Sativa plant.
This mind altering does not impair ones motoric skills,nor does it make one loose touch of self,like other & more available drugs like alchohol & antidepressants.
The yogis who smoke cannabis in their chillums & the rastafaris,use this plant to induce a meditative trance.In the west we have but little knowledge & reckognition towards the likings of meditative mind states,& as such our government condems & outlaws their use.
Like LSD,mushrooms,khat & peyote,cannabis have been prohibited & demonised in the west,while drugs like alchohol,tobacco & coffee etc,are idolized by both the people & the  media.
Homosexuality is still a problem for the religious fanatics.The legality of a mind altering religious sacrament like cannabis,is an even bigger one.But problems will not go away,& there will come  a day when peace shall reign the law concerning plants & who is in the right to grow & worship them.
The people who use these plants to communicate with the spiritworld,will arrange a deal with the spirit who governs the law & the people who protects it,like it was the arc of the covenant.
Hashish have the power to transform & transcend the mind of anyone using it with respect & in a safe setting that allows for full relaxation & reflection.

It should not be in the control of the drug mafia,but in the hands of people who care for safety.
There are highly potent cannabis strains that beginners should abstain from
given one had the choise to choose a mild strain with  a balanced level of psychoactives.
As of today,there is no control on cannabis potency,and with prohibition comes the withdrawal of down to earth information about the subject of wich many are ignorant.
Being ignorant of the potency of cannabis,is like being ignorant about alcohol,and drinking whatever one is served.


















 



                                                                ~

spel for kulissane

han spela for kulissane
og han spela i kulissane

om kvelden nå han
ikkje spelde
sat han
eller halvveis låg
han henslengt
og  grubla
på nye spele
idear som
synte seg fyrst
og sian forsvann
lik loch nessie
i ein andedam

Now he was crazy for sure

He was crazy for sure this time
 and the time before that


& he would continue
to be crazy for as long
as there was continuance in time

so he looked at his watch
to see if time
would stop if he
kept his eyes fixed on the digits

but just as he was
about to convince himself
of his supra natural powers
time jumped one minute forward
& triumphed over his
strong
imagination

unfiltered madness again
seized upon his mind
reversing his leap of faith
back to the crazy edge
from where
he lived
& from where
he lept

hilarious
was his name now
& even the birds
knew it
 & they made no
big
secret of it

&

soon everyone knew
it & he would even find
his name mentioned in the news paper
alongside pictures of  crazy
delinquints
& sad clowns


he would check himself
in the mirror
but find a hilarious
pair of eyes
peering back
at him

mocking
as it where
his very soul


yet with time
he grew to enjoy it
& though he harvested
many worm eaten  apples
there sure was
some whole
& sweet











 


















 





















...

Elysium

 i edelsteinen
skinner en

regnbuet
flamme

i dens speil klare
facetter
gjenspeiles
 de evige
riker
og maner
fram
minner
fra
oppunder
intet


skjulte
skatter
i erindringenes
innerste
kammer

glødende
lykke uten
tid

små glimt av elysium
den kjente følelse
omfavnende
den ukjente
i en hellig
elskovs
brann

hendene foldes
lett over maven

og blikket vender
bakover &
innover

til fuglesang andakt
 

i vår yre

tegn

a head of time

She was a head of time
& people came to her
from near & far
to ask her when
& where
it was time to
do this &
when
to do that


sometimes she
would not answer
but point her finger
to passing clouds in the sky
or an ant crawling
on the floor

& sometimes she
would answer quickly
& or very slowly
to challenge her
guests & make it hard
to forget their
appointment with
her timed being

The powder of word(s)

There is no greater power
than that of silence
in the communication
of peace

but second to silence
is the power of words
& the hypnotic state
in wich they leave
their "victim"

there are more to Words
than what is written
in a hundred books
nay,a trillion books

words themselves
are the medium of spirit
& may bring about
miracles & strange wonders
when the "victim"
succumbs,as it where,
to their
deeper meaning
& soon after mutates into
greater
wellness & being

there are more to words,than meets the eye
but more than that is often
too much

words are thoughts made visible
& act as containers of thruths & lies
to the amusement of the many
& the few
but be on the watch,& pay attention to every word as they seek shelter in the back yard
of thy mind,&may lay there dormant until such & such an occasion arrives where they come in handy,or even intrusive & filthy upon thy innocense.

speakers of words may know of the effects of their off-spring,
or they may be wholly unaware of any reaction & end up in a fistfight with Brutus.
many speakers of words,have been through hell &back because of their oft vile urges to xpress their anger or love with such an selection of words,that compares with that one cannot compare anything with.

speakers of words would know what i speak of
though  they would swiftly refuse to let these words
become their own
for then they will
to the chiming of token bells
become the speakers
not of their own
genuine words
but of someone elses
genuine words
& people who hear the words
of the speakers
will wonder who
spoke the genuine words
they just heard
in the first place
being spoken
by the speaker
who`s growing insecurity
ticks nervously
away like a
wall
mounted clock
from back then
before i can remember
any greater detail
but approximately
1925





genuinely speaking
from the heart of the master
wich is beast & man
in one
is an art
much like
dancing
but not so much like
mountaneering
or maple syrup
wich is one favorite
of mine

mountaneering
requires every full breath of air
in a pace syncroniced
with the earth

maple syrup is too good
to speak of
one have to merge
with the flavourous sap
& become the holy tree