Mother Nature placed certain plants at our doorstep for a good reason: to assuage or even reverse damage done to us by everyday living, all those ratty toxins that invade us through the air, water, food, soil.
Problem is, not a single one of Mother Nature’s cures can be seen as a magic bullet, because of all the side effects that accompany chronic use. Too much of a good thing ain’t good. If you abuse it, it may kill you. Or just keep you stoned until you change direction.
We Are Taught To Look For The Easy Way Out
Yeah, baby, grab that low-hung fruit!
Marijuana is no different, although many people will tell you otherwise. Those behind our own government have been grooming us for many decades to accept marijuana as the next miracle drug, so we spend lots of money on it to get high high and make them very rich. How much of it is just hype?
How is it that we have bought into the government propaganda that it’s better to “pursue happiness” as quickly as possible? The pursuit of happiness is little more than becoming a dumb hamster on a wheel that turns perpetually, thus keeping you on the path to an elusive goal: happiness. It mentions nothing about being productive and contributing to society, sharing your knowledge and wealth with loved ones and those important to you. It simply gives you the “right” to pursue happiness.
A hundred years ago, our ancestors worked their butts off to provide for themselves and their families. There were no shortcuts to achieving goals, the least of which was surviving.
Back in the day, too, good people knew that if they wanted to become proficient at something, they needed to go through a series of steps, from being an apprentice and journeyman to becoming a master at his craft. No shortcuts would do. So people developed a good work ethic that carried over into everyday life, including living healthfully.
In the 1920s, following a monumentally successful rollout during WWI, propaganda became the new tool to shape American (and people all over the world) into less-capable and docile creatures who followed the rainbow or yellow brick road to happiness or a nonexistent pot of gold.
Today, millions of Americans are ignoring the obvious (eat and live well, exercise) in favor of the easy: pop a BigPharma pill, vape medicinal pot, shoot up this new illegal chemical.
There is no easy path to success. Our ancestors proved this each day for a thousand years, if not more. Yet, we ignore biology in favor of hype. Once again, the tool of propaganda proves its power over humanity and their malleable brains.
Sure, Marijuana Will Cure Some Ailments, But At What Cost?
An explosion of publicity about how pot cures this, mitigates that is all over the internet, and people are buying into it. The initial mushroom cloud has already created a new industry worth billions of dollars a year, and the fallout is yet to be seen because the cloud is still rising and expanding.
No other industry in modern history has seen this rate of growth. None. It’s not just insane, it’s a phenomenon worth studying and analyzing, given all the claims of “fast-acting miracle cures.”
Ya gotta ask the question: Is the hype actually really accurate?
Let’s take diabetes: to cure this disease using THC and sister cannabinoids, you have to take such high doses that keep you stoned all day and night, rendering you a basket case. You can’t possibly work under this level of impairment, take care of children, or drive a car. Those who claim it “does something” to them are right: it keeps people high enough to ignore or forget their illness, perhaps to their detriment.
I’ve talked with several physicians (MDs) who have patients who use medicinal pot, and they told me not one single patient has been cured by using marijuana, but a few have shown a decrease in the size of tumors because patients used massive doses of cannabinoids. And they had difficulty concentrating on even menial tasks, because of even small amounts of THC. Cannabinoids in their concoctions also created that nice buzzy feeling, too, making it tough to do normal work.
One thing’s for certain, though: the buzz makes you feel really good and removes you from reality, especially your disease.
In a recent article in Inc., Nancy Whiteman, founder of Colorado-based Wana, which makes THC-infused candy, made this telling statement [about why she does not use her own product at work]: “I’m such a lightweight when it comes to edibles. I’m very busy, and I have to focus.”
Focus. Now there’s an operative term if I ever heard one. Focus.
I write for a living, so I must have a well-focused mind. Sometimes I slap on a nicotine patch to get even more focused, but I would never pop a THC-flooded candy, toot on a vape pen, or rub on some tincture. By the way, I never ever smoked cigarettes but I do use nicotine patches. Nicotine is NOT addictive. Please see my article on that subject, which demonstrates that ingesting extra “niacin” is actually good for you and improves thinking and cognition. Don’t get me started on that one.
Anyway, Nancy Whiteman and I agree that ingesting THC makes you lose focus. She never once mentioned any medicinal benefits, though, only that her candy gets you high high, and it makes her and her ex a whole lotta cash.
The best way to cure diabetes, if it can be cured at all in some people, is to change your diet significantly, fast once a month, and exercise each day.
Same with cancer, regardless of the type: you have to load up on the right combination of THC and other cannabinoids. If you take more than 5% THC in any dose, you will suffer cognitive impairment. But to be effective against cancer, the level of THC must exceed 50% in any formulation.
How long do you take this medicinal pot?
Months, in the least.
Years.
Maybe a lifetime.
What Life Is Really Like If You Choose The Pot Life
And during that time, forget doing anything meaningful. Some people are suited to this lifestyle, since they walk around stoned from sunup to sundown anyway.
But what about the rest of the world that seeks relief from the pain and suffering from diseases and maladies and ailments, yet still wants to maintain a healthful lifestyle that includes being with family, working at a passion, and living well overall?
Sure, I’ve seen the movies and docs, the YouTube videos of “success stories,” showing people getting cured by ingesting pot. I’m now coming to the grim realization that much of this is pure propaganda, built slowly by an industry that will soon be worth $50 BILLIONS dollars. A year. And in ten years, the pot industry will rival BigPharma, which already has its hooks in it and is digging deeper each day.
What these propagandists really want is your money, and they’re lying to you about what you get in return for your “investment.” They are preying on the ignorant and inexperienced to lay down all their money to “get healed,” when in reality that “healing” comes at a great price: your ability to carry on a decent life and be fully cognizant of it.
But hey, if you’re bent on going through life stoned, then have at it.
Those who use it every day will often kill for it, and they’ll do anything to protect their “right” to use. Those who have state-backed medical marijuana cards and use it “legally” also protect their state rights.
Some have admitted to me they know they’re not curing anything, but they love their daily buzz because it helps them repress the crap going on in their life.
I hate to say that, too, cuz I thot pot would be the world’s saving grace against the ravages of the diseases that now kill us slowly. Turns out, it’s just another effective means to maintain a docile population and to make a whole lotta cash for very few people.
Fact is, there is no magic pill or puff or rub that acts as a cure-all without significant side effects. Eat well. Get plenty of sleep. Drink lots of clean water. Exercise everyday. Live a good clean life. Share this wealth with those you love and care about.
A parting shot: the only thing low-dose pot cures without the buzz is an achy tummy. But it’s much more expensive than Pepto-Bismol or a ginger ale.
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Tripsy South is the author of the novel SUICIDE TANGO: My Year Killin’ It With A Shrink. Trained in physics at a cool surfer university, she lives and plays in Los Angeles where she’s an indie writer/editor and copywriter. Ring her here.