A disgusting display of power abuse and lack of reality. Cannabis users in the danger zone. Watch out if you’re a parent and actually enjoy the “demon seed”…!


For you English speaking ignoramouses who was too lazy to learn a second language, I wil make this articvle into human language.

It sates as follows from the headline:

“May loose their children if cought buying hashish”…

“Fines, sitatation loss of licenses, and loss of their children is but some of the means to fight this “scurge”.

-It seems that these brainless gorillas haven’t gotten reality slammed in their faces the same way as Barry Cooper has in the US, and would think that violent raids would be a good idea of suppressing and traumatising both parent and their kids with this drivel.

“Norwgian police wishes to clamp down hard on cannabis users in the “fair” city of Oslo.

Good luck in discriminating 50- 100 000 cannabis users in Oslo and around alone! Draconian fines have already been used. And now, they want to steal your kids away from enjoying the extracts from a bloody plant!

What’s next?

Labour camps?  Getting their citizenship and priveliges taken away from them? It seems to me that to call the police a power mongering lot of fascist is quite correct in this matter. Because they are! In fact, how would they react if at least 5% of the poloiceforce alone in Oslo, there are uniformed pricks who smoke the evidence themselves. If not even more! I do suspect that Norwegian policve is as rotten as any other police in any other babana republic. And should be treated as such: Like brain damage cases who should taste the medicine of their own!

Why? Because they have never benn on the recieving end of their power abuse!

“Oslo Police is trying hard to get rid of intoxication in the city!”

-Hell! Why not start with the bars and discos if you really want to be consistent?  There are more violent crimes related to alcohol than with Cannabis. Yet the same police seem to refuse to get the facts. Even if the Facts and Truth were slammed in their faces!

If they wnat the truth? Well! As an investigative writer I can name several names in the polie force, family fathers who smokes a joint in the closet! You want to hear about them? Well! Not from me! Because in comparrison to the bastards, I have an ounce of integrity in my body. They do not!

The politicians aren’t much better. They are using different tactics to defend their prohobition which history is nothing more than blatant racism and power abuse by the former prohobition commisioner Harry Anslinger. Politicians may think that 300 000 regular Cannabis users are 2nd ratecitizens with no right. Like any other illegal alien.

But neither police or politicians seem to grasp the simplest of truths: They are not treating cannabis use as a public healthb issue, but a criminal issue. I suspect it must be the legacy the Nazis left us here up north during the five years they fucked up our belief system.

And now, like in any other dictatorship, there’s a new enemy to suppress…. again… The Hashish smoker.

I wonder if any of these juvenile delinquents with a lwa book and some power have an ounce of empirical bone in their miserable flabby bodies!

And when  confronted by some simple facts, tbhey either escape, ignore or come up with some lame ecuse to keep up with their draconian laws! They say they want to “help” the junkies. Except for the pot smoker. That’s in their eyes nothing more. Does it ever occur to them that their prohobition is a lot more damaging for ones health than the smoke itself? Or have their arrogance led them so far that they cannot take wrong?

They prove to be unfit for any office time and time again with their apologetism and escapeism.

While being confronted with Harry Anslinger, they are using different ecuses to suppres people and force them behind bars for a victimless crime.

That they have the nerve to call getting pot a crime is itself a disgusting display of abuseof language. To try to fit reality into their own nrrow world of Saturday night shows and meetings with the health bord of directors for some pharmaceutical company that spews out drugs each years that not only lobotomizes your brain, but have conserable risk in killing the patient. I’m talking relativelly here.

In the US alone, more than 1700 people dies from some form of anti inflammatory drugs, brought to you by yoyr friendly pharmacist. And these are in comparrison to Cannabis “experimental”. Considering that we have 5000 years recorded history of Cannabis use, and none have died from it yet. And when a crime is committed with Cannabis in the blood, it’s the fault of the demon seed. When getting puch drunk and getting into a fight, there is nothing but excuses.

I wonder which fantasyland they are living in here, since they obviously have this deliric urge to impose their paranoid schizophrenic values on the rest of us.

The drug dealer in the street is not dangerous. Put him beside a suit dressed power whore, and guess who’s the biggest threat to our freedom, anf most likelly to have blood on his hands…


A hommage to Barry Cooper who’s done just like me: Switched sides…



Er Norge iferd med å bli en fascistoid politistat uten et snev av annet enn forbaskede løgner?

Dette var å lese i Dagbladets nettutgave idag.


Bare tiltaket stinker av grove overgrep, splittelser av familier og vold. Er politiet så blodtørstig, lite humane og sadistiske? Den som kom med slike forslag burde ha fått navnet sitt på trykk, og fått hele sitt gode navn og rykte trukket gjennom søla som den destrutkive holdningen han har til rusmidler i seg selv. Vedkommende har tydeligvis ikke fått med seg at alkohol alene er en morder, mens cannabis er for medisin. Vedkommende som ville nekte en kreft pasient den medisinen han trenger for å leve er og forblir en morder med loven i hånd. Derfor burde den politisjefen som få så ørene flagrer og bli offentlig hundset ogatt i gapestokk inntil vedkommende kommer på bbedre tanker. Er det nikke slik maktmenneskene utfører sin rettferdighet? Vel! Da er det på tide at de får smake sin egen rettferdighet med den daglige uretten de tøver mot andre.

Har en liten blogg artikkel som jeg gjerne ser at de leser i. Et par faktisk.

 For å bevise at Oslopoloitiet bedriver åpenbar maktmisbruk og viser sitt rette lynne. SADISTER! Jeg gir en positiv beskrivelse av cannabis bruk som er mer sann enn de regelrett maktkåte og korrupte skurker vi har på Tinget idag. Jeg slenger den ut, og ser hvor lenge det blir før noen sensurer meg og voldtar ytringsfrihet og sannheten i en delirisk tro på at de gjør noe som helst konstruktivt med slike tiltak. Alle mine utspill om politi som fascistoid og korrupt og sadistisk viser seg å være sanne. Selve forbudet er i seg selv et grovt angrep og overgrep mot personlig frihet. De tror at slike virkemidler har noe som helst kon struktivt for seg. Istedenfor skaper de mye mer lidelse enn om de hadde latt nåde gå for rett. Bare å bruke ordet forbrytelse med tankie på cannabis gjør meg regelrett kvalm. Det er den reneste voldtekten av ordenes betydning, og er mer skadelig enn bruken av cannabis i seg selv. Politiet som er med på en slik politikk burde skamme seg! Politikere som nekter å lytte til folk som kan mer enn dem om visse saker burde ikke fått styre en barnehage! En politker har allrede fått smake mitt raseri. Og det vil bli flere om de ikke viser et snev av modenhet og forandrer på en lov som nazistene ville ha støttet… Hasjrøykere ghar blitt et takknemlig offer for offentlig diskriminering og forfølgelse av folk som ikke engang er kvalifisert til å styre en barnehage.

Politikken som styres idag er folk som fremdeles er hjernevasket av eldgammel propaganda som har sin klare rasistiske bakgrunnshistorie med Harry Anslingers utspill mot negre, latinere og jazz musikere. Det virker som om noen enda ikke har klart å komme over “Freeper Madness” og bruker denne som sannhetsvitne for å skjule sin totale ignoranse mens de hoverer med sin arroganse.¨

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Celebs in checkoutlines and the price of a plastic bag in Dundalk

For the first time in what seems like an eternity, I am forced to buy my food at a bloody supermarket.
In the gloom of the sunset I walked to the closest one 10 minute walk away. Crispy air and a blatter that was getting full and something needed to get out, I rushed to this beast of a corporate store.
It took me good 20 minutes to pick up foodstuffs for the amount of 10.86. I’m 10 cents short.
While putting my bellyfill on he counter, I see the same ugly face as I do every week going into a store with glossy magazines. A glam model who laps ou all her secrets for all the world to see. It’s as if reality stars and glam models who try to live their lives as a fairy tale have more to tell than other people, and seem to suffer more than everybody else.
Two weeks ago, this ultra blonde British brunette was raped. So? Women and girls get raped every day. Like in the “Democratic” Republic of Congo, girls are getting raped by numbskulls in uniform who seem not to be able to get it up unless there’s a forced gang bang coming up.
“I fucking see this blondie brunette every time I go to a check out counter” I can inform the woman behind the counter. “I saw her in front of the same kind of gloss 2 years ago and three years ago and four years ago! What the hell have she done with her life? Getting in front some mag and reveal all about her “secret” engagement? It’s not much of a secret anymore when you squeal all to the most braindead press! Last week it was rape, as if she’s the only one who’s ever been raped, and her story is more teradropping than anyone elses! Bloody morons!” Later on my way home I thought of the one I love and her hardships. Abbout my hardships. But mostly hers. And thought “Now there’s a story you can weep about and make money of it!” Or I could think “A 100 years ago you were a celebrity and feared and revered if you had a talent. It didn’t matter how ugly you were since they did not have reality tv shows back then.
I thought of the best Irish writer and thought of how ghastly they really looked. The lot of them. Now that’s hardships lady!

Back at the store! For twenty minutes I tried to figure out how to get the best use of my 10 euros 76 cents while my goods were scanned.
-“10. euros 86 please” the wee Eastern Europpean overweight girl asked of me”.
-Shit! I’m ten cents short” I admitted.
She thought for a split second while beeing distracted by my rant about talented fake boob queens (I love boobs1 Don’t get me wrong! But they must be accessible and mine to shape exclusivelly.) and their lack of talent, she let it go. By, I felt so lucky! A whole dime short and the friendliness.
I noticed there was no bag with this shipment. Normally check out girls ask in a monotonous sour voice “wanna a bag with that?” I understand them! It’s not the most inspiring work having “wanna a bag with that” for a living.
I asked her politely if I could get a bag for my gorceries and two pints.
-“22 cents please” she replies. I thought she was joking. I was just 10 cents short for my groceries, and now she asks me 22 cents for a bag with the stores logo on it!
-“I’m sorry, but if you haven’t noticed, I’m unfortuntally 22 cents short.
-“I cannot give you a bag. It’s company policy, and I can get fired if I gave you one.”
I was either dreaming or hallucinatiing.
-“Are you kidding me? Getting sacked for giving a company slogan to someone for free? Is this Russia or North Korea or some bible wanker land in the US?”
-“Im sorry, but it’s the law in Ireland.”
Right! And I’m a leprachon from Outer Mongolia!
-“Can you then please explain to me how I’m gonna carry my things the mile I walk home?”
The women at the other counters started to take notice. We ad a little dilemma here! We can’t have a sour customer and we can’t steal from the Dunnes family. Not even a 22 cents. They might go bankrupt if 22 cents dissappeared here and there for giving customers a free bag as a promotion by the philantropic Dunnes family.
They go on a hunt for nickles and pennies (so to speak), and managed to scrape up enough so I would have to walk home looking like a complete idiot.
I don’t need anybody’s help in doing that!

On my way home, I went back to my thoughts of how one don’t have to have a talent for anything. Britain have her own Paris Hilton! Her name is Jordan something!
Back in Norway we have our own blonde drama queen with no talent! Her big accomplishement in life is being the step daughter of our queens brother! A kind of fame young kids can really emulate and aspire to! That’s why we have reality shows. And you don’t even have to have anything wise to say but “I have to ave that Gucci bag by the end of the week” kind of diaries and quasi celeb blogs with a blonde face on it.
It’s become a giant diaoreha the whole lot.

I wonder if Ireland have her own Paris Hilton! Someone who’s dead serious about themselves, selling their entire story to a cynical “press” to sell for an even steeper price to a gullible audience and actually think that someone more than two working brain cells is actually taking them seriously.
How about feeding a whole village in Rwanda for the money that would buy the next Gucci? Or the next session with your headshrink or fashion designer?
Or saving my teeth that is falling out one by one?

Fuck! I gotta share this with someone!
I’m tired of just being the sharp tongued asshole who looks like some sort of a road gangster from Phoenix or Albaquerque.
I share the story with my new friends and house mates Tom and Alan! At least that’s what I think their names are.
Who are you again?
They’re sitting up in Alans room getting ready for some splifs.
I tell them the story. They look at each other and give me a smirk.

Bohemianwriter, September 2009

Daily life in Ireland

I want to talk to you about drugs and my own drug experiences that often have been a part of my travels. I want to take you on a journey that will make you think and re evaluate all you thought you knew about drugs.

I’m smoking PULSE these days.

Consisting of herbs that will rejuvinate your mind in ways you never thought possible, Marihuana has got nothing on this blend of holy smoke.

Bay Bean, Blue Lotus, Damiana, Stevia Leaf, Lemon Grass, Pink Lotus, Tribulus Terrestris, Indian Pennyworth, Rose, Siberian motherwort, Marsh mallow, Clove, Hops and aroma essence.

Every night, I enjoy a philosophical hour in the garden og my B&B and live a dream I thought was out of grasp. I wrote about this in my City of Joy many years ago. And the smoke reminds me of what I’m all about, and make me question things that I oncew took for granted, and my motives for going though with things. I treasure these nights in Ireland. The stars come out. the sky is clear, and the herbs are working on your mind in high gear.

As soon as I’m finished with my daily rutines at work, I go and discover the real Ireland. This is more than an adventure. It’s almost like coming home. People are friendly. They greet you on the streets and talk to you in the pubs. It’s a way of life. Every thing is in a different pace here. Even though the food can improve, it’s all about atmosphere.

I know that I’m tripping. Suddenly my plans in the North seem somewhat strange. As if I was a cheesy character in a bloody womans novel or something.  Checking the news, listening to some hardball comedian, falling asleep with my pc warming up my belly.

Mornings are beautiful. Most days I’m in too much of a rush to notice it, munching down my breakfast and striding to work. Coming back to the Fairlawns with a lovely couple who’s given me a great deal while looking for a room. More than once do I fantasize about just move in here for a 150 euros a week and enjoy my afternoons in solitude in the back garden. But it would interfere with my plans. I would grow too content. Maybe I should try it a bit further. And see if my spunk would come back yet. I must have a few pints of Guinness to make up my mind. And smoke a bit more Pulse weed and get perspective. 

All Things happen for a reason.

Bohemianwriter, Septbember 2009

Christianity and Hitler

Any Christian Zealot who claims that Hitler was an atheist, and nazism is socialist and atheistic in nature should stop their internal dialogue right now, and read some facts about the bastard.

As much as I see and read about evangelicals, they have more in common with nazis that they dare to admit, and prject their bullshit on to anyone dissagreeing with them and putting liberals in the same league as Hitler.

Nothing could be further from the truth. Yet people seem to gulp down any claim that might define their prejudices.

And the dame assholes are going the attack on Islam, as if Christianity in all it’s bloody history have any sort of moral superirority to either Islam, Nazism and Libs. Outting libs in the same league as the first two is an oxymoron by definition. 

The folkish-minded man, in particular, has the sacred duty, each in his own denomination, of making people stop just talking superficially of God’s will, and actually fulfill God’s will, and not let God’s word be desecrated. For God’s will gave men their form, their essence and their abilities. Anyone who destroys His work is declaring war on the Lord’s creation, the divine will.”

“Hence today I believe that I am acting in accordance with the will of the Almighty Creator: by defending myself against the Jew, I am fighting for the work of the Lord.”

“My feeling as a Christian points me to my Lord and Savior as a fighter. It points me to the man who once in loneliness, surrounded only by a few followers, recognized these Jews for what they were and summoned men to fight against them and who, God’s truth! was greatest not as a sufferer but as a fighter. In boundless love as a Christian and as a man I read through the passage which tells us how the Lord at last rose in His might and seized the scourge to drive out of the Temple the brood of vipers and adders. How terrific was his fight against the Jewish poison. Today, after two thousand years, with deepest emotion I recognize more profoundly than ever before the fact that it was for this that He had to shed his blood upon the Cross. As a Christian I have no duty to allow myself to be cheated, but I have the duty to be a fighter for truth and justice. And as a man I have the duty to see to it that human society does not suffer the same catastrophic collapse as did the civilization of the ancient world some two thousand years ago — a civilization which was driven to its ruin through this same Jewish people.”

“And if there is anything which could demonstrate that we are acting rightly, it is the distress that daily grows. For as a Christian I have also a duty to my own people. And when I look on my people I see them work and work and toil and labor, and at the end of the week they have only for their wages wretchedness and misery. When I go out in the morning and see these men standing in their queues and look into their pinched faces, then I believe I would be no Christian, but a very devil, if I felt no pity for them, if I did not, as did our Lord two thousand years ago, turn against those by whom today this poor people are plundered and exploited.”

“I may not be a light of the church, a pulpiteer, but deep down I am a pious man, and believe that whoever fights bravely in defense of the natural laws framed by God and never capitulates will never be deserted by the Lawgiver, but will, in the end, receive the blessings of Providence.”

“I say: my Christian feeling tells me that my lord and savior is a warrior. It calls my attention to the man who, lonely and surrounded by only a few supporters, recognized what they [the Jews] were, and called for a battle against them, and who, by God, was not the greatest sufferer, but the greatest warrior. . .”

“As a human being it is my duty to see to it that humanity will not suffer the same catastrophic collapse as did that old civilization two thousand years ago, a civilization which was driven to its ruin by the Jews. . . I am convinced that I am really a devil and not a Christian if I do not feel compassion and do not wage war, as Christ did two thousand years ago, against those who are steeling and exploiting these poverty-stricken people.”

“Two thousand years ago a man was similarly denounced by this particular race which today denounces and blasphememes all over the place. . . That man was dragged before a court and they said: he is arousing the people! So he, too, was an agitator!”

“And now Staatspräsident Bolz says that Christianity and the Catholic faith are threatened by us. And to that charge I can answer: In the first place it is Christians and not international atheists who now stand at the head of Germany. I do not merely talk of Christianity, no, I also profess that I will never ally myself with the parties which destroy Christianity. If many wish today to take threatened Christianity under their protection, where, I would ask, was Christianity for them in these fourteen years when they went arm in arm with atheism? No, never and at no time was greater internal damage done to Christianity than in these fourteen years when a party, theoretically Christian, sat with those who denied God in one and the same Government.”

“We were convinced that the people needs and requires this faith. We have therefore undertaken the fight against the atheistic movement, and that not merely with a few theoretical declarations: we have stamped it out.”

“Anyone who dares to lay hands on the highest image of the Lord commits sacrilege against the benevolent creator of this miracle and contributes to the expulsion from paradise.”

“We have experienced a miracle, something unique, something the like of which there has hardly been in the history of the world. God first allowed our people to be victorious for four and a half years, then He abased us, laid upon us a period of shamelessness, but now after a struggle of fourteen years he has permitted us to bring that period to a close. It is a miracle which has been wrought upon the German people. […] It shows us that the Almighty has not deserted our people, that He received it into favour at the moment when it rediscovered itself. And that our people shall never again lose itself, that must be our vow so long as we shall live and so long as the Lord gives us the strength to carry on the fight.”

“The anti-Semitism of the new [Christian Social] movement was based on religious ideas instead of racial knowledge.”

“Thus inwardly armed with confidence in God and the unshakable stupidity of the voting citizenry, the politicians can begin the fight for the ‘remaking’ of the Reich as they call it.”

“Even today I am not ashamed to say that, overpowered by stormy enthusiasm, I fell down on my knees and thanked Heaven from an overflowing heart for granting me the good fortune of being permitted to live at this time. A fight for freedom had begun mightier than the earth had ever seen; for once Destiny had begun its course, the conviction dawned on even the broad masses that this time not the fate of Serbia or Austria was involved, but whether the German nation was to be or not to be.”

“As far as this variety of ‘folkishwarriors, are concerned, I can only wish the National Socialist movement and the German people with all my heart: ‘Lord, preserve us from such friends, and then we can easily deal with our enemies.’”

“What we must fight for is to safeguard the existence and reproduction of our race and our people, the sustenance of our children and the purity of our blood, the freedom and independence of the fatherland, so that our people may mature for the fulfillment of the mission allotted it by the creator of the universe.”

“Imbued with the desire to secure for the German people the great religious, moral, and cultural values rooted in the two Christian Confessions, we have abolished the political organizations but strengthened the religious institutions.”

“The advantages of a personal and political nature that might arise from compromising with atheistic organizations would not outweigh the consequences which would become apparent in the destruction of general moral basic values. The national government regards the two Christian confessions as the weightiest factors for the maintenance of our nationality: their rights are not to be infringed.”

“Secular schools can never be tolerated because such schools have no religious instruction, and a general moral instruction without a religious foundation is built on air; consequently, all character training and religion must be derived from faith.”

“T]he world has no reason for fighting in our defense, and as a matter of principle God does not make cowardly nations free…”

“This human world of ours would be inconceivable without the practical existence of a religious belief.”

“While we destroyed the Centre Party, we have not only brought thousands of priests back into the Church, but to millions of respectable people we have restored their faith in their religion and in their priests. The union of the Evangelical Church in a single Church for the whole Reich, the Concordat with the Catholic Church, these are but milestones on the road which leads to the establishment of a useful relation and a useful co operation between the Reich and the two Confessions.”

“National Socialism has always affirmed that it is determined to take the Christian Churches under the protection of the State. For their part the churches cannot for a second doubt that they need the protection of the State, and that only through the State can they be enabled to fulfill their religious mission. Indeed, the churches demand this protection from the State.”

“I know that here and there the objection has been raised: Yes, but you have deserted Christianity. No, it is not that we have deserted Christianity; it is those who came before us who deserted Christianity. We have only carried through a clear division between politics, which have to do with terrestrial things, and religion, which must concern itself with the celestial sphere. There has been no interference with the doctrine of the Confessions or with their religious freedom, nor will there be any such interference. On the contrary the State protects religion, though always on the one condition that religion will not be used as a cover for political ends.”

“There may have been a time when even parties founded on the ecclesiastical basis were a necessity. At that time Liberalism was opposed to the Church, while Marxism was anti-religious. But that time is past. National Socialism neither opposes the Church nor is it anti-religious, but on the contrary, it stands on the ground of a real Christianity.”

“The Church’s interests cannot fail to coincide with ours alike in our fight against the symptoms of degeneracy in the world of to-day, in our fight against the Bolshevist culture, against an atheistic movement, against criminality, and in our struggle for the consciousness of a community in our national life, for the conquest of hatred and disunion between the classes, for the conquest of civil war and unrest, of strife and discord. These are not anti-Christian, these are Christian principles.”

“It would be more in keeping with the intention of the noblest man in this world if our two Christian churches, instead of annoying Negroes with missions which they neither desire nor understand, would kindly, but in all seriousness, teach our European humanity that where parents are not healthy it is a deed pleasing to God to take pity on a poor little healthy orphan child and give him father and mother, than themselves to give birth to a sick child who will only bring unhappiness and suffering on himself and the rest of the world.”

“I believe today that I am acting in the sense of the Almighty Creator. By warding off the Jews I am fighting for the Lords work.”

“At the head of our [National Socialist] program there stand no secret surmisings but clear-cut perception and straightforward profession of belief. But since we

as the central point of this perception and of this profession of belief the maintenance and hence the security for the future of a being formed by God, we thus serve the maintenance of a divine work and fulfill a divine will—not in the secret twilight of a new house of worship, but openly before the face of the Lord.”

“May God Almighty give our work His blessing, strengthen our purpose, and endow us with wisdom and the trust of our people, for we are fighting not for ourselves but for Germany.”

“The judgment whether a people is virtuous or not virtuous can hardly be passed by a human being. That should be left to God.”

Read the lines and weep!

I dare you to! And to look yourself in the mirror and see a monstern of hypocricy.


Ireland, September 2009

Two Years in Exile… Talking to the wisdom of the Pipe weed


After a week weird visions and a constant struggle, it has become more and more clear to my that I am supposed to be here in Ireland.  It’s almost like coming home….

I’ve been in Exile in Malta, and realized I was in exile.
The last day in Malta was magical. together with Stephane, Stefania and little Dylan in a seaside bar named Exile, drinking beer and knew that I would miss that place. I would miss them!
It’s run by an old local hippie with just one rule: Keep to the code! Off course the flag had tha Jolly Roger like a true pirate flag has.
The old captain on board this ship lent me rolling papers for a splif one night a few weeks earlier. I did not drink that night. But I smoked some beautiful export and was feeling great. Stefania and I waited for Stephane to come back with we Dylan. It was getting a bit dark already.

My dearest friends in all of Medittireanean have no idea what they have done for me with their presence, with our reunion and with their friendship.
Through their struggles they helped me see myself again. My flaws, my strengths and what I was supposed to be.

I left them with a sad heart with a task I had to do that seemed unfulfilled. But my time was up there for the moment.
There was something else was calling me. Again I went out on a search. It seems that Ireland might hide the answers to my questions.
20 minute drive to the border to Northern Ireland. 75 minute train ride to Belfast. I’m still not finshed with that town! Everytime victory seemd near, shit has happened. This time it took me two years to regain whatever strength I have left.
And I’m talking to the skies… To the trees… To the holy pipeweed from Cosmic Corner that sells a dozen different kinds of legal drugs that will take you to new place of conception and self realization.
They sell Salvia Divonorum there! They sell Magic Mushroom! They sell herbs that will get you into the same mode as from a giant bong hit.

I just spoke with my guardian angels tonight. they spoke back to me with a notion, through the trees, through the winds, through the stars and the sky. They spoke to me through each breath of sacred smoke I took.

I’m here for a reason! I’m here on a mission! The job is just a means to get o the next place. The True Job lies a in the near future.

What that is, only I know for sure. I just have to see the deeper meaning of things. Fight old advercaries and overcome old fears.

And most of all; I am a wizard!

And a wizard is never late! Nor is he early! He comes precieselly when he means to!

I will go out and smoke a bit from the steps of my beautiful B&B again and talk to the trees and the green hedges and the hills far away…

There’s nothing like an adventure where you don’t know what will happen from day to day…
Because the target is not too far away. No more farther away than you can grab it if you reach far enough…


September, Dundalk, Ireland