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Sooooo it’s Taurus Season and 420 Day….
Cannabis becomes more socially acceptable by the day (if you’re white) and prisoners everywhere locked up for enjoying it should be released and their records wiped. If you disagree, I hope you choke on my joint.
I remember clearly the first time I smoked and it was absolutely to impress a (who else) Taurus I was crushing on. On the floor of a dark library room in Hattiesburg MS, I was twenty four and in my first year of graduate school. If I hadn’t figured out my penchant for cigars two years prior, (plus one damn good soup broth was all I got out of dating THAT terror of an ex) I would not have been opening to experimenting. Leaving your evangelical bubble for the first time can burst a lot of things including the realization that I may have been wrong….about a lot of things. It still took some years until I quit viewing it as a vice and deconstructed my views, but thankfully for the world at large and my own mental health I did.
I took a VERY potent hit on accident instead of the ladylike “puff” I had meant to take. I began to register a feeling I hadn’t accessed in ten years; calm. By this point, I had begrudgingly accepted I was mentally ill, but was still unmedicated. My Body and mind operated in a state of constant terror doing the most mundane daily activities. This obviously made school and teaching in front of others very difficult. With this one hit, my mind began to clear. The more I tested cannabis, the more I noticed the ability to have only one running train of thought instead of endless threads that never seemed to link. My creative flow was beginning to awaken again. I was more connected to my breath because smoking is essentially it’s own form of breathwork. The years went on, my PTSD + ADHD diagnoses as well as you know *gestures vaguely at the general collapse of America*allowed me to carry a medical card. My privilege lies in being a white person who has meds and cannabis to combat my inability to be a calm functioning focused being. It may not be for everyone, but my god it is for me. Cannabis has also been a bonding experience for me with many of my loved ones. My favorite activity in the world is playing good music with friends and a joint. Many nights in Mississippi were spent on my porch, dinner we cooked as a group and my acoustic guitar. The stars and smoke accompanied us, phones forgotten as we melted into stillness and community.
In two days it will be a year since Ren and I dropped our song Drug of Choice
At 11k streams thanks to Rens atmospheric cheery beat and production, it’s a nice time capsule of enjoying being high and dreaming with someone you love. My lyrics are a flip on her verse from another song written about me called Angel because I felt ready to answer her question of what I was thinking about in regards to us and our fledgling relationship. Spark up and listen!
Our song was born a Taurus with a Virgo Moon!
Did you know you can create a birth chart for a specific event or release not just as someone’s birthday. I’ll be breaking down a song birth chart using “Drug of Choice” for fun in my new paid subscriber newsletter here on Substack called Scorpio Rising
My first post on Scorpio Rising was scary and vulnerable to write. It’s not perfect, but it is honest and has a lot of me in it. I made it free so you can preview and decide if you want to support me in a small way monthly whether you are a tarot client of mine or not. Be on the lookout for two emails from me today, the other containing the preview.
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