“So my Brothers, as your Shaman I have seen the future, our ritual will be honored by the great generation of the 1960s and the 1970s, but after that it will be desecrated by people vaping by themselves.”
Once upon a time, before time began, or sooner, cosmic seeds of awaremess rode on the rivers of space, and made their way to Earth.
Once this lifeforce in seed form grew up from the ground, early humans tried it as a food source; everything that grew was seen as a possible food source. Unfortunately, this mysterious weed that grew naturally in certain climates was bitter, so they used it for kindling for their fires. While sitting around the fire at night, wafts of burned weed swirled in and out of their lungs, creating a sense of well-being and enlightenment in the process.
The connection of the source of the enlightenment was soon seen as sacred. Pipes were invented to smoke the weed directly, and were passed around the circle of elders and shamen of tribes across the land. This was the first time that the mysterious weed was able to communicate with humans. This communication allowed for a symbiotic transference of better ways to hunt and fish, for better ways to build a home, and for a better way of life. This enlightenment spurred a wave of creativity that was nothing less than the beginning of the civilization of a planet.
But it wasn’t until the 1960s and the1970s that this psychoactive plant became a cultural phenomenon. Demonized by the establishment, understood and relished by the counter-culture, Marijuana / Cannabis, for the first time in its long, long journey succeeded in its goal – to enlighten an entire generation, the largest population of a generation the world has known.
This generation felt and realized their roots; the association of something primal, and the appreciation of community in modern day tribes. The act of tending to the growth of Marijuana by oneself or others was ritualized by the separating by hand of the stems and seeds of the plant. This process was helped by a shoebox-sized cardboard lid that when tilted removed many of the loose seeds that would roll down into the tray-like interior edge of the box-lid. Once the Marijuana was cleaned it was bagged into “lids”, generally an ounce of weed, two to four fingers thick when laid flat in a rolled baggie, and then were sold for $10- to $15- a lid. These lids were then either rolled into joints / Marijuana cigarettes, or packed into pipes to smoke and share among these modern day natives who would gather together and share a bowl or two, or a joint or two, while enjoying flesh and blood and bone human interaction.
This ritual of Social Bonding was the beginning of an openess and celebration of being – Marijuana / Cannabis brought a generation together and raised their consciousness.
The shared experience of elevating one’s mind in the presence of a group of like-minded individuals while sharing the mysterious weed felt very natural, it created a sense of belonging, of being with family, a family that spread across the Nation.
Even way before the draconian Social Distancing of today, tribes dissapated into smaller and smaller groups to the point of only communicating with other humans via electronic hand-held devices.
And the warm ritual of sharing the high of Marijuana / Cannabis while in a group listening to good music was gone – supplanted by earplugs that not only isolated outside contact with other humans but stored thousands of songs that have no relevence as to the human experience and even then listened to by only one – this was a very sad indication that the intimacy and the togetherness of the Ritual was lost.
Oh well, you don’t miss what you never had, says every generation after the fact.
But for those that still enjoy and hang on to the Ritual; more power to you!
t-t-talkin’ ’bout My G-G-Generation, bay-bee!