A few years ago, I heard a terrifying story about a young girl who was in the local emergency room because someone sold her Marijuana that had been sprayed with WD40. Y'know ... the stuff that stops the squeak? What do you surmise would that do to a developing brain? She survived I'm happy to say, but the story lives on as an example of how dangerous a plant like Cannabis can be when it is left unregulated.
Let's talk for a minute about regulation. I love it. I believe it is good for society. I believe that oversight by a diplomatic entity is the only way to maintain fairness and equality in this world. But that's just me and how I was raised. We take regulation for granted really. Let's take Tobacco for instance, what would happen if we deregulated cigarettes in Canada. Here are a few bonuses for you and I ... the adults:
I would no longer have to walk to the store.
I would no longer have to pay tax on them.
I would no longer have a million and one confusing choices.
I would no longer have to prove my age ... ahem ... not that that's been required in a few years.
How convenient is that? In fact, I'd likely only have to walk to the corner to get my buddy to meet me with a bag o' darts! But I'm an adult. What about the kids in school? Will buddy meet them too on their lunch break or recess? Why sure he will! Profit is the name of the game, he'll come running to your kid gladly!
Let's look at Alcohol. What would happen if Canada stopped regulating Alcohol? Petitions abound in local Merry Marts and Corner stores to get it sold in there. Convenience is the name of that game. Because we all need an easier way to get more Alcohol into our pie-holes ..... NOT!
Not sure about you, but I regularly walk by kids loitering outside of these stores trying to find someone to buy smokes for them. Now they'll have something else to ask for. How great! Free enterprise never imagined it so free! Canada is full of incredibly clever people who can easily turn a buck. Remember buddy sittin' around the corner from your kids' school waiting for recess? Well he has more to offer now. One-stop-shopping, ciggies AND a shot o' courage for your kid. Oh Teacher ... they surely don't pay you enough to deal with that!!
I am one of many who want this plant legalized and regulated. Just look at Tobacco and Alcohol ... without regulating them, Canada would be the wild wild west! That is not the world I want my eleven year old niece to be raised in. I am on a new mission to legalize Cannabis.
I preach, and I praise, and I go on ad nauseum about the ways it can heal our bodies. But it goes further than this. With regulation, the adults of Canada can be given the respect to choose. And with regulation, the children, youth, and early teens can wait to ingest it when they turn age of majority ... the same way they would with Tobacco and Alcohol.
So Canada, when the Conservative Government talks about the Liberal party's plans to legalize, they say it will make Marijuana more accessible to your kids. Huh ... did they forget to 'carry-the-one'? Or how exactly does that compute?
Regulation is good for society.
Tuesday, 26 August 2014
Thursday, 21 August 2014
Aggression: No Reason to Shoot
Sometimes I like to read the comments and online convos of people about current events. The current event at the moment is far too similar to what it was last summer. Another black kid got shot by a white cop. Kid is dead. Cop is still free. Same story ... different time.
When the Ferguson PD made the highly unethical decision to release that video of a black kid robbing a convenience store for cigars, it changed many people's outlook. One guy said that upon re-watching the video, if it were him and that 6 foot+ kid came on to him with that aggression he wouldn't hesitate to pull out his concealed weapon and shoot him. For aggression. We've officially stepped backward humanity.
In my uneducated, ill-experienced opinion, aggression is so far from being a reason to shoot someone that I felt choked. I mean, I felt aggression last season from a customer over undercooked Spring rolls. I remember in high school this guy was being a dink and I chose this one day to confront him. It happened to be the day he quit smoking cigarettes. He slammed the locker so hard the wind messed my hair. I'll admit I have felt aggression too. Not so much recently, but I've definitely been known to do some regretful things.
Now let's look at that can we? Where does aggression come from?
**Tobacco cessation~ See some scary signs of Tobacco withdrawal HERE
**Coffee cessation~ See the Top Ten signs of coffee withdrawal HERE
**Medication side effects~ "Tell your Doctor if you experience changes in mood or behavior."
**Financial woes~ "The Unemployment rate declined last month."
**Relationship woes
**Low Blood Sugar~at least according to this guy HERE
...... and many many more as we're all individual.
Aggression is life sometimes. Heck ... I've heard some foreign languages that sound aggressive.
Not really sure how to end this one ... other than ... can we try to give one another a break?
When the Ferguson PD made the highly unethical decision to release that video of a black kid robbing a convenience store for cigars, it changed many people's outlook. One guy said that upon re-watching the video, if it were him and that 6 foot+ kid came on to him with that aggression he wouldn't hesitate to pull out his concealed weapon and shoot him. For aggression. We've officially stepped backward humanity.
In my uneducated, ill-experienced opinion, aggression is so far from being a reason to shoot someone that I felt choked. I mean, I felt aggression last season from a customer over undercooked Spring rolls. I remember in high school this guy was being a dink and I chose this one day to confront him. It happened to be the day he quit smoking cigarettes. He slammed the locker so hard the wind messed my hair. I'll admit I have felt aggression too. Not so much recently, but I've definitely been known to do some regretful things.
Now let's look at that can we? Where does aggression come from?
**Tobacco cessation~ See some scary signs of Tobacco withdrawal HERE
**Coffee cessation~ See the Top Ten signs of coffee withdrawal HERE
**Medication side effects~ "Tell your Doctor if you experience changes in mood or behavior."
**Financial woes~ "The Unemployment rate declined last month."
**Relationship woes
**Low Blood Sugar~at least according to this guy HERE
...... and many many more as we're all individual.
Aggression is life sometimes. Heck ... I've heard some foreign languages that sound aggressive.
Not really sure how to end this one ... other than ... can we try to give one another a break?
Tuesday, 12 August 2014
Big Pharma Infiltrates True Blood !!
The series is ending and Bill wants the true death. He's tired. He wants to want something other than the coppery tang of blood. Can't say that I blame him.
The writing in this series is almost as good as the writing in the books. I've read them all and now it's all jumbled in my brain ... no matter though. True Blood is the closest to porn that this apartment will ever watch ... except maybe for the Game of Thrones.
At least we like it. Not everyone does and I didn't either at first. Eric looked stinky and anemic in the first season and Bill just wasn't my cup of canna-tea at all. But the writing shows you the back-story. The writing very quickly has you empathizing for these 'un-dead' beings ... that is until the fangs come out.
So ... to catch y'all up ... some group of conservative fang-haters has created a virus called Hep V that will eventually kill all of the Vamps. Like today's Big Pharma, they also made an antidote or a cure.
As I watched this one scene Sunday night, I could not believe that I hadn't suspected it. You see, the antidote got stolen and then found. It seemed that Bon Temps may live on still in this melting pot of cultures. Except the white-coats needed to do a little something extra to the cure. They needed to ensure that their pockets got lined in the meantime.
Wow. The reason I watch that show is because it takes me out of reality. And now it's just the same.
Think about it for a minute . . . . .
Big Pharma and their white-coats are creating pill after pill after serum after serum that will help you live a pain free life. But they won't cure you. This is job security for them.
Cures do not let them line their pockets ... only the pills that you need to take FOREVER will fill their accounts.
I mean, when was the last time a new Anti-biotic was created?
The writing in this series is almost as good as the writing in the books. I've read them all and now it's all jumbled in my brain ... no matter though. True Blood is the closest to porn that this apartment will ever watch ... except maybe for the Game of Thrones.
At least we like it. Not everyone does and I didn't either at first. Eric looked stinky and anemic in the first season and Bill just wasn't my cup of canna-tea at all. But the writing shows you the back-story. The writing very quickly has you empathizing for these 'un-dead' beings ... that is until the fangs come out.
So ... to catch y'all up ... some group of conservative fang-haters has created a virus called Hep V that will eventually kill all of the Vamps. Like today's Big Pharma, they also made an antidote or a cure.
As I watched this one scene Sunday night, I could not believe that I hadn't suspected it. You see, the antidote got stolen and then found. It seemed that Bon Temps may live on still in this melting pot of cultures. Except the white-coats needed to do a little something extra to the cure. They needed to ensure that their pockets got lined in the meantime.
Wow. The reason I watch that show is because it takes me out of reality. And now it's just the same.
Think about it for a minute . . . . .
Big Pharma and their white-coats are creating pill after pill after serum after serum that will help you live a pain free life. But they won't cure you. This is job security for them.
Cures do not let them line their pockets ... only the pills that you need to take FOREVER will fill their accounts.
I mean, when was the last time a new Anti-biotic was created?
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
Ethnocentrism: A Modern-Day Illustration
Some days my mind wanders and makes the oddest of correlations.
For instance, today I'm once again choked and verklempt at the utter massacre going on in the Middle East. Truly, I take no sides. I believe we can all get along. Live and let live. Agree to disagree. Believe in what resonates with you, and give your neighbor the same respect.
Then my mind goes to the kids. It's the kids that suffer needlessly. They may know faith and the daily rituals that it demands, but they don't know the hate. They don't understand the hate.
Then my mind goes to the kid in my life ... my niece Maddy. Here's the funny correlation.
Last school year I was helping Madserelli study her spelling and comprehension. One of the words that she was supposed to know and spell at the age of 10 ... in grade 5 ... was ETHNOCENTRIC.
The definition was: believing that one group of people is superior to another.
Who knew that the following summer, my niece would see this in action? No one knew, some suspected, but as I sat there quizzing her that day on the couch, I wasn't sure if I needed to explain that word in modern-day relativity. I hoped in that moment, that that word was one she'd never have to spell again unless in History class.
And yet ... here we are.
The truth of the matter is this: we not only see this in action, but we also see the world allowing it to happen. Justifying the murder of innocent people because they are surrounded by extremists who know nothing but hate. The world and the Governments therein are allowing more blanket coverage by calling all of Palestine Hamas. Hamas is not Palestine. Palestine is not Hamas.
In the end, I know I'm not alone when I pray that my niece and her peers aren't watching the news that I see. At 40 I can barely handle it~ the images replaying in my mind as I wait for sleep. My thoughts going to those others' feelings as I subliminally slip my feet into their war-beaten shoes. And then I awaken, catching myself looking out my balcony door at the pristine, the peaceful, the world that I live in, wondering what it must feel like to see it all crumble.
Crumbling lives illustrated in blood red.
All I really want to know is this: what message are we sending to our children worldwide?
Some may say, this shows the youth that we all deserve the right to defend ourselves. Okay perhaps. Though in 2014 modern day, we teach our kids to communicate with their words not their fists.
Here's another gut-wrenchingly humorous correlation: even in the fantastical world of Sports where athletes defend themselves for riches and medals and bragging rights, we also see a comparable par system, where fighters fight others of similar caliber. Competitions are organized based on size, weight, sex, strength. We would never put a heavy-weight fighter up against a light-weight fighter. Oh-no that would not be fair!!
Fairness now exists in organized sports, but not in the world of peace-keeping or defending borders.
I don't know about you, but I'm a little ashamed to call myself Human right now.
Peace be with you all.
For instance, today I'm once again choked and verklempt at the utter massacre going on in the Middle East. Truly, I take no sides. I believe we can all get along. Live and let live. Agree to disagree. Believe in what resonates with you, and give your neighbor the same respect.
Then my mind goes to the kids. It's the kids that suffer needlessly. They may know faith and the daily rituals that it demands, but they don't know the hate. They don't understand the hate.
Then my mind goes to the kid in my life ... my niece Maddy. Here's the funny correlation.
Last school year I was helping Madserelli study her spelling and comprehension. One of the words that she was supposed to know and spell at the age of 10 ... in grade 5 ... was ETHNOCENTRIC.
The definition was: believing that one group of people is superior to another.
Who knew that the following summer, my niece would see this in action? No one knew, some suspected, but as I sat there quizzing her that day on the couch, I wasn't sure if I needed to explain that word in modern-day relativity. I hoped in that moment, that that word was one she'd never have to spell again unless in History class.
And yet ... here we are.
The truth of the matter is this: we not only see this in action, but we also see the world allowing it to happen. Justifying the murder of innocent people because they are surrounded by extremists who know nothing but hate. The world and the Governments therein are allowing more blanket coverage by calling all of Palestine Hamas. Hamas is not Palestine. Palestine is not Hamas.
In the end, I know I'm not alone when I pray that my niece and her peers aren't watching the news that I see. At 40 I can barely handle it~ the images replaying in my mind as I wait for sleep. My thoughts going to those others' feelings as I subliminally slip my feet into their war-beaten shoes. And then I awaken, catching myself looking out my balcony door at the pristine, the peaceful, the world that I live in, wondering what it must feel like to see it all crumble.
Crumbling lives illustrated in blood red.
All I really want to know is this: what message are we sending to our children worldwide?
Some may say, this shows the youth that we all deserve the right to defend ourselves. Okay perhaps. Though in 2014 modern day, we teach our kids to communicate with their words not their fists.
Here's another gut-wrenchingly humorous correlation: even in the fantastical world of Sports where athletes defend themselves for riches and medals and bragging rights, we also see a comparable par system, where fighters fight others of similar caliber. Competitions are organized based on size, weight, sex, strength. We would never put a heavy-weight fighter up against a light-weight fighter. Oh-no that would not be fair!!
Fairness now exists in organized sports, but not in the world of peace-keeping or defending borders.
I don't know about you, but I'm a little ashamed to call myself Human right now.
Peace be with you all.
Saturday, 2 August 2014
Recreation with a Healthy Trade-Off
Looking at pics of oil that a buddy made, puts me back a few years. Today is a very 'mental' day for me. I feel off. FU dreams! I can't really tell you what made my dreams stink. But I feel it. I woke up feeling it. Your own dreams should never leave you feeling guilt, shame, or sadness. Must get myself an Amber bead necklace!!
On 'heavy feeling' days like this, I find it so easy to step back in time in my mind. So here we go back to about 2003. I owned my own house, had a car, a career, four furry best friends, a laptop, a brain, and a hunger for knowledge. And from time to time, if the circumstances were right I had some Cannabis to enjoy. Btw my kitty used to come running when I lit up. Cats have Cannabinoid receptors too!
Oh the Alternative Therapies that I learned of on that couch with that laptop. India my kitty sitting to my left purring on the arm of the couch. Sasha my Rotti lying to my right ... never far from me ... staring at the kitty as usual. Laya my Cocker usually took the dog pillow to gnaw on a bone. And Lucian my stray male cat was always staring at India wanting to rile her up. These are good memories for me. I look back now and I see myself in Utopia. If I could have had my horses in that house with me I would have found a way. But I didn't feel content or in heaven. I felt like a criminal.
Every single night that I smoked Cannabis, I'd go to bed vowing to quit. I'd time it right, so that my stash was empty. You see I bought into all of the illegality of it ... even bought into the mental damage part too. I had depression and was taking meds for that. I remember thinking, if it's so bad for my depression then why do I feel so much better after I partake? So confusing. Is being hypnotized with the Prohibitionist's propoganda enough to make us ignore our own bodies and how we feel? I mean, everything and everywhere I was told that pot was bad for my depression!! Why did I feel so much better? Well, I guess maybe I even bought into the ... it's the drug, it's addictive, it's making you think you feel better theory. I think my sister may have told me that once while she was taking an 'Abnormal Psych' course. But that was before she changed her view. Just like Sanjay Gupta, my sis has changed her entire opinion on Cannabis and now supports Cannabinoid therapy and legalization.
Education. Who knew it could do so much. My sis and I learned together. Her never taking a puff.
So that was my life for a long time. I partook when I could find it. But I did it because it knocked me out and my mind didn't produce bad thoughts before sleep gripped me each night. I didn't know or feel that it was medicine. I used it because I liked how it made me feel. If I was hungover, a few puffs relieved it. If I had trouble sleeping, it knocked me out. But the whole time I guess I had an understanding that there was a trade off to this. That with each joint, I spent a bit of my health.
Now I know better. The death count alone seals the deal for me. I mean, what's the biggest side effect of any medication? DEATH
Yet Pharma has us all so distracted with the drumming, that we don't even acknowledge anymore what a big fucking deal it is that NO ONE HAS EVER DIED FROM CANNABIS USE!!!
Ya ... I yelled that. I keep yellin' it. Will you join me? Yell it !!
I yell it because ... I'm a little pissed off to be honest with you. Nobody likes being lied to.
I see now that there's nothing any of us can do to change everyone's mind. But there are enough of us out there who just simply love life and don't know the zero death stat.
Tell me . . . . . how much MORE will they love life after you tell them they can partake to their health without a freaking hangover !?
So much more that they'll be yellin' it too!
Peace~ Pot~ Prosperity to you!
On 'heavy feeling' days like this, I find it so easy to step back in time in my mind. So here we go back to about 2003. I owned my own house, had a car, a career, four furry best friends, a laptop, a brain, and a hunger for knowledge. And from time to time, if the circumstances were right I had some Cannabis to enjoy. Btw my kitty used to come running when I lit up. Cats have Cannabinoid receptors too!
Oh the Alternative Therapies that I learned of on that couch with that laptop. India my kitty sitting to my left purring on the arm of the couch. Sasha my Rotti lying to my right ... never far from me ... staring at the kitty as usual. Laya my Cocker usually took the dog pillow to gnaw on a bone. And Lucian my stray male cat was always staring at India wanting to rile her up. These are good memories for me. I look back now and I see myself in Utopia. If I could have had my horses in that house with me I would have found a way. But I didn't feel content or in heaven. I felt like a criminal.
Every single night that I smoked Cannabis, I'd go to bed vowing to quit. I'd time it right, so that my stash was empty. You see I bought into all of the illegality of it ... even bought into the mental damage part too. I had depression and was taking meds for that. I remember thinking, if it's so bad for my depression then why do I feel so much better after I partake? So confusing. Is being hypnotized with the Prohibitionist's propoganda enough to make us ignore our own bodies and how we feel? I mean, everything and everywhere I was told that pot was bad for my depression!! Why did I feel so much better? Well, I guess maybe I even bought into the ... it's the drug, it's addictive, it's making you think you feel better theory. I think my sister may have told me that once while she was taking an 'Abnormal Psych' course. But that was before she changed her view. Just like Sanjay Gupta, my sis has changed her entire opinion on Cannabis and now supports Cannabinoid therapy and legalization.
Education. Who knew it could do so much. My sis and I learned together. Her never taking a puff.
So that was my life for a long time. I partook when I could find it. But I did it because it knocked me out and my mind didn't produce bad thoughts before sleep gripped me each night. I didn't know or feel that it was medicine. I used it because I liked how it made me feel. If I was hungover, a few puffs relieved it. If I had trouble sleeping, it knocked me out. But the whole time I guess I had an understanding that there was a trade off to this. That with each joint, I spent a bit of my health.
Now I know better. The death count alone seals the deal for me. I mean, what's the biggest side effect of any medication? DEATH
Yet Pharma has us all so distracted with the drumming, that we don't even acknowledge anymore what a big fucking deal it is that NO ONE HAS EVER DIED FROM CANNABIS USE!!!
Ya ... I yelled that. I keep yellin' it. Will you join me? Yell it !!
I yell it because ... I'm a little pissed off to be honest with you. Nobody likes being lied to.
I see now that there's nothing any of us can do to change everyone's mind. But there are enough of us out there who just simply love life and don't know the zero death stat.
Tell me . . . . . how much MORE will they love life after you tell them they can partake to their health without a freaking hangover !?
So much more that they'll be yellin' it too!
Peace~ Pot~ Prosperity to you!
Tuesday, 29 July 2014
A Home For Every Fuzz-Ball ~ Kudos to the Spay Neuter Kingston Initiative !
I've been feeling it for a while now, this urge to connect. I speak and post about OneLove as though it needs no explanation, needs no translation. But posting is simply not enough anymore. I must do.
Enter THIS, the extension of a program put out by the City of Kingston and The Spay Neuter Kingston Initiative. This is exactly what I need, to involve myself and feed this desire to be the change I need to see in the world.
Let's face it, kittens are adorable. In the year 2014, one of the most commonly watched videos on Youtube are amateur videos of adorable kittens doing every day stuff. I swear those little fuzz-balls are funny no matter what they do! Problem is, these videos don't illustrate the whole story. I mean, I'm happy for any kitty who finds a forever home. Even more so, if they're adored to the point of video taping! But the whole story is only partly cute. The other part sees too many kitties without loving caregivers. That's a shame. We all deserve love.
If only every resident of this planet wanted or had space for a wee fuzz-ball or a dozen! The fact is, there are too many pets and not enough homes for them. Depending on her age, a female cat can have anywhere from two to six kittens each litter. And as many of my well-intentioned friends can attest, the rebound hormones are sending even the youngest mother cat to the door within weeks of welping. It's nature. It's strong. And it can happen in mere minutes! I once had a Rottweiller get preggers by the neighbor's Newfoundlander within minutes and through a chain link fence. Procreation is a determined force to be reckoned with. Before you know it, your little kitten has 007 caliber stealth when it comes to escaping out the door. One cat quickly turns into several that cause all kinds of adorable havoc in your life, not to mention drain your wallet. This is why many shelters and humane societies prefer early sterilization of all pets. It's not so much that they don't trust you to spay or neuter in the future, it's that they know the drive to proliferate is strong and the signs are not always easy to recognize.
The feral cat population is different though. They may look cute from afar, but these are not domesticated house cats and no amount of coaxing can make them so. Because of this, these packs are somewhat dangerous as kids have been known to try to befriend street cats before, and disease spreads quickly in these colonies. These are not and will never be adopted or adoptable. Culling is a dirty word and it only takes a few litters to increase the members of a pack. It's a vicious circle. The Spay Neuter Kingston Initiative has the answer for this population crisis of feral cats.
So how am I going to help? First, I'm going to sign up HERE as a volunteer. I think you should check it out too. There must be almost a dozen various ways that we can help: from donations to fostering feral kittens, from setting up traps and feeding stations, to driving to get supplies. I'm going to spread the word about this program, and keep my eyes peeled for any feral cats in my area. If I see one, or hear of any I'll email the location to spayneuterkingstoninitiative@gmail.com. I'm also going to print a sign with the above info so others in my area can make a difference too.
Now back to my animal-loving friends looking for an affordable way to spay or neuter their forever friends. I know one softy who may soon need a bulk discount. There is the Kingston Napanee Spay Neuter Clinic. You can check them out HERE and fill out a contact form for pricing and appointments. A friend is full of praise for the Veterinarians who are the healing hands behind this clinic. I never tire of hearing kudos about good Doctors of all kinds!
We humans are like cats in that we are pack animals. We need to feel needed at times, and connection with others is therapy in itself. If you're like me, and you feel this too, then I'll see you there ...
Being the change we wanna see.
Monday, 28 July 2014
Claim Your Re-claim & the Wonders of Silicone
For some of us, there's nothing quite as exciting as trying your hand at alchemy. Alchemy is a broad term for mixing elements and compounds to produce something else. Whenever I use that word, it's referring to one of my medicinal creations. One online dictionary states it as:
"any magical power or process of transmuting a common substance, usually of little value, into a substance of great value."
Mmmmm that reminds me of what my mom can do with a cheap cut of beef ... oh the taste of that stew is unarguably of greater value than the contents therein. Value is relative though isn't it? What is valuable to me, isn't always what's valuable to you.
So by now the net is overflowing with articles about Dabbing. I'm sure by now we all know how Cannabis concentrate is made. And there are many different ways. This isn't another one of those articles. Discussions turn to debates turn to digital battles of wits. No one can agree on the perfect method, the perfect solvent, or the perfect purge. But for readers not 'in the know', Cannabis is now converted into a very concentrated form that is basically different consistencies of Oil. A broad term is a Dab, but these can also be called BHO (butane honey oil), Wax, Ear Wax, Oil, Shatter, 710, Budder, Honeycomb, and some I'm not even aware of I'm sure. Also to be clear, dabs are usually smoked in what's called a 'Rig' or a bong with an attachment of a small heat conductive cup that's heated with a blow torch. The concentrate is then dabbed into the red hot cup. Smoke is slowly inhaled.
There are many benefits to using dabs. This isn't an article about those either. This post is about something called re-claim. What the heck is that and more importantly, have you been dumping it down the sink each time you clean your equipment? I hope not, but it's quite possible. I fear that half of the people enjoying dabs are throwing out the 'savings account' and medicinal compound known as re-claim.
So what is it? When you do a dab, some of the oil does the 'escape-by-sizzle', jumps outta the cup and ends up in the water-line of your rig or bong. Also, some of the oil is within the smoke and sticks to the glass as the smoke lingers. To the untrained eye, it looks like a BP oil spill just polluting your bong water. But it's nothing short of medicine. Like the bottom tray of your trusty grinder holding the trichome dust, this scummy looking oil is your best friend when you're out. Or, as my buddy found out, as good a sedative as he has tried. Not that he's tried much, being a tree-hugger. All he knows is, he put some of it into a caplet and an hour later he was ready for night-night. He slept nine hours straight. And dozed pain-free for a few more.
My buddy makes his own Dabs. He uses a vacuum pump to purify it of all impurities. His system creates some of the purest concentrate around. It's smoke often smells like wind*x. The other day I was lucky enough to witness this savings account collection for myself. And pics were taken.
The most important thing to remember when working with a glass rig or bong, is that metal and glass never mix. No matter how steady you think your hand is. Wooden shish-kabob sticks work perfectly though. Their wooden texture helps the re-claim to stick to it. Because of the consistency, once some oil touches the stick, you can literally flick it around collecting wads of this stuff like taffy. When a glob gets a certain size, he'd pull the stick out and collect it on parchment paper or this little silicone mat that looks like something from the Star Trek and totally unnatural and processed. But it's not!
Silicone is the newest shizzle. It truly is a ridiculously amazing product that's surprisingly natural. In fact, Silicon makes up almost 28% of the Earth's crust and has been safely used for years in consumer products. I always thought it was some kind of super sci-fi product, but once you use it you'll see it's superiority to parchment paper. Get yourself one of these mats when you collect your re-claim. Just look at the pics. You can also get little Silicone tubs to store your Dabs in.
By the time the collection was complete, there was literally nothing on the walls of the bong and only slightly cloudy water. Ready for a good cleaning. Where's the Or@nge Chronic?
PIC 1: you can set the mat on it's side in order to collect the excess water. Using the edge of a clean tissue you can absorb any puddles.
PIC 2: within no time of working this back and forth, buddy has it in a glob. More water is absorbed with a tissue.
PIC 3: ready for purging .... looks like a shiny piece of taffy that slowly becomes liquid again when left for long.
Now what the heck do you do with this stuff? It's a very sticky product reminiscent of Pine Tar or tree sap. Buddy worked it around on that Silicone mat for a while, squishing it and then balling it up again. Working out any remaining water. Then he put it in his vacuum purge device. That's a whole other post though, we won't get into that. I will say though, that another way to 'purge' cannabis concentrates is in gently bubbling water, so there wouldn't really be any more chemical remnants in your Re-claim than there would be in your Dab to begin with.
So what to do with your Re-claim is really up to you and your personal ingestion of choice.
Do you:
Smoke doobs? Spread some of this Oil on your paper!
Smoke bongs? Repeat the above, and add it to your bowl for a Rocket!
Don't smoke? Get yourself some gelatin caplets from the health food store and ingest it orally!
It can also be added to Cannabis Oil infusions to ramp up the Cannabinoid content. You could then bake some edibles or savoury yummies using that oil.
So ... as you can see, Re-claim is nothing short of free wonderment in a gooey looking mess. And should NEVER be sent down the drain!!
Happy Dabbing!!
"any magical power or process of transmuting a common substance, usually of little value, into a substance of great value."
Mmmmm that reminds me of what my mom can do with a cheap cut of beef ... oh the taste of that stew is unarguably of greater value than the contents therein. Value is relative though isn't it? What is valuable to me, isn't always what's valuable to you.
So by now the net is overflowing with articles about Dabbing. I'm sure by now we all know how Cannabis concentrate is made. And there are many different ways. This isn't another one of those articles. Discussions turn to debates turn to digital battles of wits. No one can agree on the perfect method, the perfect solvent, or the perfect purge. But for readers not 'in the know', Cannabis is now converted into a very concentrated form that is basically different consistencies of Oil. A broad term is a Dab, but these can also be called BHO (butane honey oil), Wax, Ear Wax, Oil, Shatter, 710, Budder, Honeycomb, and some I'm not even aware of I'm sure. Also to be clear, dabs are usually smoked in what's called a 'Rig' or a bong with an attachment of a small heat conductive cup that's heated with a blow torch. The concentrate is then dabbed into the red hot cup. Smoke is slowly inhaled.
There are many benefits to using dabs. This isn't an article about those either. This post is about something called re-claim. What the heck is that and more importantly, have you been dumping it down the sink each time you clean your equipment? I hope not, but it's quite possible. I fear that half of the people enjoying dabs are throwing out the 'savings account' and medicinal compound known as re-claim.
So what is it? When you do a dab, some of the oil does the 'escape-by-sizzle', jumps outta the cup and ends up in the water-line of your rig or bong. Also, some of the oil is within the smoke and sticks to the glass as the smoke lingers. To the untrained eye, it looks like a BP oil spill just polluting your bong water. But it's nothing short of medicine. Like the bottom tray of your trusty grinder holding the trichome dust, this scummy looking oil is your best friend when you're out. Or, as my buddy found out, as good a sedative as he has tried. Not that he's tried much, being a tree-hugger. All he knows is, he put some of it into a caplet and an hour later he was ready for night-night. He slept nine hours straight. And dozed pain-free for a few more.
My buddy makes his own Dabs. He uses a vacuum pump to purify it of all impurities. His system creates some of the purest concentrate around. It's smoke often smells like wind*x. The other day I was lucky enough to witness this savings account collection for myself. And pics were taken.
The most important thing to remember when working with a glass rig or bong, is that metal and glass never mix. No matter how steady you think your hand is. Wooden shish-kabob sticks work perfectly though. Their wooden texture helps the re-claim to stick to it. Because of the consistency, once some oil touches the stick, you can literally flick it around collecting wads of this stuff like taffy. When a glob gets a certain size, he'd pull the stick out and collect it on parchment paper or this little silicone mat that looks like something from the Star Trek and totally unnatural and processed. But it's not!
Silicone is the newest shizzle. It truly is a ridiculously amazing product that's surprisingly natural. In fact, Silicon makes up almost 28% of the Earth's crust and has been safely used for years in consumer products. I always thought it was some kind of super sci-fi product, but once you use it you'll see it's superiority to parchment paper. Get yourself one of these mats when you collect your re-claim. Just look at the pics. You can also get little Silicone tubs to store your Dabs in.
By the time the collection was complete, there was literally nothing on the walls of the bong and only slightly cloudy water. Ready for a good cleaning. Where's the Or@nge Chronic?
PIC 1: you can set the mat on it's side in order to collect the excess water. Using the edge of a clean tissue you can absorb any puddles.
PIC 2: within no time of working this back and forth, buddy has it in a glob. More water is absorbed with a tissue.
PIC 3: ready for purging .... looks like a shiny piece of taffy that slowly becomes liquid again when left for long.
Now what the heck do you do with this stuff? It's a very sticky product reminiscent of Pine Tar or tree sap. Buddy worked it around on that Silicone mat for a while, squishing it and then balling it up again. Working out any remaining water. Then he put it in his vacuum purge device. That's a whole other post though, we won't get into that. I will say though, that another way to 'purge' cannabis concentrates is in gently bubbling water, so there wouldn't really be any more chemical remnants in your Re-claim than there would be in your Dab to begin with.
So what to do with your Re-claim is really up to you and your personal ingestion of choice.
Do you:
Smoke doobs? Spread some of this Oil on your paper!
Smoke bongs? Repeat the above, and add it to your bowl for a Rocket!
Don't smoke? Get yourself some gelatin caplets from the health food store and ingest it orally!
It can also be added to Cannabis Oil infusions to ramp up the Cannabinoid content. You could then bake some edibles or savoury yummies using that oil.
So ... as you can see, Re-claim is nothing short of free wonderment in a gooey looking mess. And should NEVER be sent down the drain!!
Happy Dabbing!!
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