Sinsemilla

By Bill Gallagher
1310 Words


     The first time I smoked real potent pot was by accident, involving a lot of chance circumstance and even serendipity.  It was 1977, and I was getting ready to graduate from Miramar High School, in South Broward County Florida.  I was also dating the girl who was to be my future first wife.  We were a bunch of wild kids from privileged families, which is to say we were normal for that time and place.  We lived in very exotic setting, with a lot of excellent weather and plenty of easy, well paying work.  It was fun.
     Most of the pot we high school kids got was brown mexican, heavily seeded, lots o' stems, but we didn't know much then, and usually smoked the stems too.  Our few experiments with smoking seeds were always ill fated and therefore short lived, though we had by that time all begun experimenting with planting those seeds, which would lead to a lifelong passion for some of us.  Along with the brown Mexican we sometimes got Jamaican black, and also some reds and golds from the places in Mexico where they really know how to grow.  Those other weed types all had seeds too, and a lot of that seed got put into the ground, and some even flourished.
     I was working at Ronzos Pizza on Miramar Parkway, across from Harrys Miramar TV.   I was friends with all the guys at Ronzos, and Harrys Miramar TV, and even a bunch of the Miramar cops, and I had also gotten a few of my high school friends jobs there delivering pizzas, or making pies.  One of my high school buds was named Don Thomann, who had been a pretty straight arrow until he was corrupted by the personnel at Ronzos, as many of us were.  Thank you Ronzos pizza, for all the good food, and the education.  That place was a rite of passage for more than just a few of us, thats for sure.  Welcome to the real world.
    One night I was making pizzas and Don comes in, says hey Bill, Denise and Bernadette (Bern was Dons future wife) are out front in a big clunker cadillac with some other chicks and they are all stoned as shit.  Denise wants you to come out.  So of course I went, learning the first of the ropes right away.  Yes dear.
     Sure enough they were all stoned as the bejesus, and later I found out it was pot that Denises close friend Dawn, the driver of the gnarly caddy, had grown.  I was impressed, but little did I know, little did I know.  The girls were sent on their way with a big half pepp half sausage w/extra cheese, on the house, and everything was cool.
     About a month later I was conscripted by Dawns mother, through Dawn and Denise, to do some handyman work at their house off Pembroke Road near the turnpike.  I completed the shelving with no problems, and the girls were so happy they went out to buy beer, and we had a couple.  I had been paid in cash and it was more than I asked for, so I was kind of antsy to track down a bag, which at that time was 3-4 fingers for 25 bux.  25 bux was a lot more money then.
     The girls could tell I was distracted, and I told them I wanted to go get some pot.   Thats when I heard the story of the weed that Dawn grew.
     Dawns father was like a lot of guys in Miramar, and in the USA, he was a successful jackass par excellence, pompous, pig headed, and he got a lot of his lines from Archie Bunker.  He was always harping about marijuana, putting it down.  He said he would know it anywhere and would call the cops immediately blah dee dee blah. 
     Now Dawn and her mother had a great relationship, honest, open, and Dawn told her mother she would like to plant a marijuana seed on the back porch by the pool, in one of the big pots there.  Her mother thought it was a gas, so they did, and it grew into a plant about three feet high.  Dawn asked me if I wanted to see the picture they had taken of her father happily watering the marijuana plant on his back porch.  I said no thanks, mostly because I was embarassed for the poor jackass, having been one before myself.  And I had no doubts as to the veracity of this tale, none whatsoever.
    So yeah, by this early time I was wary of Jackassville at all levels, though obviously nowhere near wary ENOUGH, when all is seen in retrospect, but that is a story for another day.  I have to confess that this incident with Dawn and Denise and Dawns Mother allowed me a somewhat clear look into the female psyche, at least moreso than anything else that had happened up until then. 
     Because I was to be married I took that lesson to heart, and coupled with what I had learned on my own, and what the Italian barber in Miramar gladly told anyone who would listen, God bless his soul, I was able to survive 10 years with the first wife, though the last three were off and on, mostly off.  Over time I saw quite a lot more concerning the innner workings of the female mind, in general I mean, as I was married TWICE and have had my share of other relationships which never made it for one reason or another.   My ultimate pronouncement is that men and women formed as differently as possible to cover more survival aspects within reality.  Really one organism, two for the price of.  The God force is both male and female as One, hows THAT for scary, hmmmmm???   Most times men and women are not so different that they will kill each other before having children though.
     Help I'm rambling and I can't get up. 
     Anyway.
     Dawn said her patio marijuana plant had produced flowers, and at that time I was ignorant of what that meant, then I put it together: those were buds!  She said they had smoked only the leaf of the plant, and were afraid to smoke the flowers because they looked strange.  They WERE strange too; it was a lone female and had not been fertilized, it were non seed, it were. The women had accidentally produced sinsemilla, seedless flowers of marijuana hemp.
     It would be half a decade or more before I even heard the word Sinsemilla, but I was not afraid to try those flowers, oh no, so Dawn went to the garage and brought out a little flower pot just chock full of flower pot.  It made all the other marijuana I had smoked pale in comparison, and was almost scary that first time.  There was less than ounce of that flower material but they gave it to me with their blessings, and it was the best bonus I ever got.
     Sometime during the earliest eighties I obtained The Marijuana Growers Guide, and began producing small crops of sinsemilla with lights, and I was on my way.  The rest of the world has caught on and Sinse has become the most prevalent product in a big way, though some chowderheads in Mexico (2018) still don't get it.  Not only is their pot still seeded, but compressed so badly that the seeds are ruptured, releasing oils into the marijuana which can produce poison on burning.  Perhaps this is being done on purpose, the drug war being a cartel and religious war on Americans, don't you know?  One more good reason to grow your own seedless hemp flowers.
   
     

Bibliography
USDA Yearbook 1913, 50+ pages on growing all kinds of hemp
The Marijuana Growers Guide, Frank
The Emperor Wears No Clothes, Herer

Political Reality

FIX THE MOON

   Today the crucifix is more an advertisement than anything else.  It lets anyone with a brain know the person sporting that piece of jewry literally idolizes torture, they are somebody who makes an Idol of an instrument of torture.  There are strict laws in that version of Judaism (Pauline Christianity) which forbid Idolatry, but there are also strict laws forbidding the murder of people, too.  Its pretty easy to see how all that forbidding works out.   Catholic once meant Tolerant.  In 2017 the crucifix has come to mean: "This is what we will do to you if you stray from the herd."  I know this first hand, attacked even by (Or especially by) family. 

      My how times have changed.  Its all made infinitely worse by the fact that there is a true epidemic of DUMB ASS throughout the entire world right now, spreading like contagion along with the psycho-schizoid management commandment "Do as I say, not as I do".   When did lying become art?  Is subterfuge the new ether-real scup-chuh?  We can satisfy present day religious needs by watching porn and cartoons, shall we now shun all truth as a matter of decorum or at least uniformity?  These hooks aren't fully embedded yet, though the electronic matrix surrounding us continues to grow and grow and grow, as it has since its inception back in the 1920s.  Whether anyone cares or not, we are slowly, or maybe not so slowly, becoming Homo electricus once again.  Bzzzzt!

    How disgusting can it get?  Have we really been through all this ridiculous devolution before, maybe 4 or 5 times?  And just where were the old caches of technology found which enabled the great empires, particularly Rome, to rise and put the world back into a semblance of order very tentatively lasting to this day?  Rome, where the crucifix, a time honored and even favored form of execution, was really derived from pictures found by the earliest Romans, pictures of the last time mass electronic mind control was attempted.   That picture showed what the people did to the leaders after they found out the leaders were using broadcast electricity to influence behavior.  Of course the Romans, or what became the Romans, were themselves so far devolved by then they had no concept of electricity except as magic.  They knew there had been worlds before this one, evidence still lay about, but they could not make sense of what they saw.   In the last world, the world before this one, at the end of it, the people hung their leaders on the antennae.  Crucified them on the antennae and electrical poles.  Hoping to make enough of an impression on the future it would not be forgotton, that lesson.  The impression was made, and the records found, but the interpretations ran all askew, like so much else.

     The Earth is big and time is far.  Enough time has passed to totally disrupt earthly deposits so that many many civilizations could have and probably did rise and fall, then were obliterated beyond recognition, here on this planet, and elsewhere.  It would be very difficult to discern signs of higher civilization that are 50,000 years old or older here on earth, mostly because of our conditioning, but also because of plain old erosion.  It is very difficult to build anything, even strip mines, that last longer than 50k.  And fifty thousand years is just a blip, a God fart, compared to what has been and what will be.  There are known technology caches from the last world found by the CIA below the Sphinx, the so-called Hall Of Records, and there are many caches in space and elsewhere on the planet still.  The REAL reason for the Gulf Wars was not oil, that was the cover story, the real reason was to go after underground chambers detected with satellite and through active auroral means (earth penetrating tomography), chambers exhibiting high order, squares, rectangles, spheres.  The big bombs used (MOABs) were called excavators.  Some of the chambers are 1/4 mile deep.  What was found in the Sphinx by the CIA in the 70s apparently led these elite searchers (Nazis) to Iraq and Iran and Afghanistan during the 80s 90s and early 2000s. 

     The Celtic Cross is a motor armature, the Ying and Yang a diagram of an antigravity device.   All the old alphabets are full of symbols derived from technology which has been lost over and over again here in Eden, poor dumb animals, broken to pieces.  Some of the documents from the last world were carved into rock by various cultures across this planet, once the printed media of the last world began to deteriorate beyond recognition.  Abyddos, and many other places, for those with eyes who care to look.

     Most of the pertinent archaeology on this planet lies below many metres of water.

     House cats possess the same dentition as Tigers.

     All our best drugs were put in plants to guard against cataclysmic loss.  We are doing this again today but only in very primitive, experimental ways.  Some of it is a purposeful UNDOING.

     True understanding of what we are, and what we were, is still beyond our devolved fathoming at this time, but we are getting better with the internet.   The evidence which supports these ideas of past advanced civilizations is largely seen on the other planets and their satellites, and even big asteroids.  This is an old old place.  Planet Earth, Gaia, was created with almost unbelievable water wealth, to mass produce our food and drugs via engineered plant and animal life, which were stored on the moon, as supply for whatever we once were.  What we used to be.  This version of earth was engineered to revolve around the sun in a perfect circle, 360 degrees, 360 day years, Rotating one full turn per degree/day.  Highly sophisticated control and technologies.  5.25 days off the perfect circle is degenerative time, equating to the time since last maintenance, since the grid was used to position/repositon and keep balanced the planet and its satellite, to adjust the tides, and to lessen risks of destructive forces tearing the mostly hollow moon apart.

     This was The Garden.

     Fix The Moon.