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Posted by SweetMaryKane on Friday, 11 March 2016

My Guru, Landon

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You may have already seen Landon, of #TeamLandon, on social media websites and in the news, but there is more to him than the clips can show you. The first time I met Landon he was out cold under general anesthesia and the levity of his transcendent nature was evident withal.

Having a propensity to devour scholarly peer reviewed articles and winding about the Cannabis crowds in Colorado predisposed Landon's story to catch my attention as it came across my desk. I was blown away. This little boy had survived both Leukemia and the chemotherapy treatment before he'd even turned three years old. And now here he was living proof of everything I'd been reading; apoptosis of Leukemic cells, the benefits of Cannabis, right in front of me!

While doctors continually declared that most children did just fine with the standardized protocol of pediatric chemotherapy Landon was busy proving just how unique he really is. It was no easy battle and the severity of reaction to the treatments is blatant throughout the photograph documentation of his battle.

By the time the universe had placed me in his presence Landon was in remission. His hair had returned, he'd put on weight, he was smiling, developing, talking up a storm and taking Cannabis. In Utah the chemotherapy put Landon's Leukemia in remission, but telling the medical team about his Cannabis use was too risky at the time. He moved to Colorado to procure the Cannabis oil that had given back his life essence under the protection of Colorado's state constitution as a registered medical cannabis patient. Surprising doesn't begin to encompass the feeling that washed over me upon discovering that, although he moved to the state blazing trails of emerging medicinal benefits linked to the endocannabinoid system, Landon's new oncology team would demand that he undergo three more years of chemotherapy.

Sweet Mary Kane Holds Landon Post Forced Chemo

My Guru, Landon continued 

Let me take a minute to explain, Landon's blood work came back again and again confirming he was in remission. Witnessing firsthand the dramatic improvement once he began taking the Cannabis oil the family on his team called a medical meeting. Their request? So long as Landon remains in remission; monitor his status with weekly blood work, suspend standard chemotherapy protocols, stop steroid treatment, and continue alternative treatments including Cannabis, organic diet, and supplements. The intensity which he experienced side effects when under common protocol was simply not worth it unless he relapses.

Request denied. In fact in addition to receiving forced chemotherapy every 30 days Sierra and Landon have also been subjected to numerous threats to break up their family and several visits from child services at the request of the medical professionals on his team. No parent should have to go through the hardships that come with having a child with cancer. So why are they making things worse?

Often times when we see things in the news it seems unreal to us. I assure you Landon is a very real little boy. I have held him and comforted him while he feels terrible after chemo sessions. I have laughed with him and played many games of make believe. I have learned from him a multitude of lessons. I have let him scream in my face and told him I love him no matter what when the medications and the reality of his sentence to three more years of poisoning are simply too much for him, a four year old, to cope with. He has won over the hearts of my children, my partner and many the world wide.

Landon still needs your help however. There are still MILLIONS of people whom have not been reached. Who still believe in the reefer madness propaganda, the D.A.R.E. era, and have no idea that the endocannabinoid system even exists. I am personally calling you to action. Even if you don't use social media, create your account and follow #TeamLandon everywhere. The more followers' #TeamLandon has the higher 'relevance' ranking they have. The higher their ranking the more publicity social media will give them, which means they'll show up in more ways and at the top. That said I challenge you to invite your friends, families, and followers to do the same.

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Thursday Pot Thoughts: Volume 8: The Skinny

I've seen a lot of "skinny pot smokers" taglines come across my feed today. I love that there are people actually complying the scientific data for these things. It has crossed my mind numerous occasions to write about Cannabis and weight loss. After all when I moved to Colorado I was 52 pounds heavier than I am today. And not only did I drop the weight of an average eight year old I've kept it off over a year. Why shouldn't I talk about it?

I think I get paranoid about writing things that I can't back up. Yea, I know I'm entitled to my opinion, but how can I really form an opinion without a multitude of information?

From my perspective Cannabis not only helped me lose weight but increased my consumption of healthy foods. I simply crave whole, raw, natural foods beyond twice as often. I was able to cease my consumption of alcohol which I would often drink for pain, and while it would not touch the pain it would incapacitate me in other ways. Triggering migraines, early bedtimes, dehydration, and so on. I'm not taking any narcotics or prescriptions at all for that matter. I stand up straighter. I am physically active. I am happy. And I'm just eating and smoking this plant!

Out my window I see a rapidly growing number of people who are experiencing the kind of relief and results that miracles are made of. I've met people who've left behind their canes after using Cannabis Balm for their Multiple Sclerosis. Consumed high doses of Cannabis and walked after being in a chair for 6 years. Come back from the edge of terminal Crohn's just eating Cannabis oil. I've seen smiles on the faces of patients. I have seen the love in the eyes of the growers and care givers. And even if the only help that Cannabis has to offer some is relief and improved quality of life, to me that's enough.

Which is where this gets tricky. Because you see I want to stand up and scream and shout and make a scene in the name of freeing my Sweet Mary Jane. Writing letters and phone calls to everyone I'm considering voting for aside, I don't have a lot to offer the cause.

I remember the first "activist action" I took. I just met this girl (like literally that day) and she wanted to go tag this nearby structure that was going up. I was brand new to the neighborhood so of COURSE I wanted to make a new friend. I was in like sin - provided we left a message. We proceeded to the nearest hardware store, stole two cans of black spray paint, and proceeded to scrawl "SMOKE WEED EVERYDAY" circling a Cannabis leaf. I loved it. I was so happy with our handy work,(the next morning we could see it from the bus stop) that I convince all the cats from my old block to take my bus and see it after. It was pretty discouraging when we pulled up along side the wall to find it already painted over. Hazard of painting in progress buildings. Lesson learned.

I smirk about it now, so young, so defiant. Still, even though it is just a plant, and I believe to the core of my bones, through the universe from this life to the next and beyond that everyone should have the same rights to Cannabis as they do to carrots, apples, peas, corn, tomatoes (and fight for your food, please Buddhas stand up against Monsanto, peacefully), and strawberries I have to hesitate. I hold back, pause, bite my tongue sometimes. Those are the moments when I realize that my interest are tipping to advocacy over activism. But then who gets to make the rules? Who gets to say why, how, what dose? As though I'm playing myself in a mental game of Spy Vs. Spy.

There isn't an easy answer and I don't want to have to choose sides. My official stance: always radiate these truths with love. My alliances lay with the beings of Earth. 

Enjoy!



Namaste ~ 

SMK

Thursday Pot Thoughts: Volume 7

As I sit here, reading through the screen shots of cell phones playing pranks on parents, this blog is nagging at the back of my head. It is Thursday again folks, and we all know what that means. Sweet Mary Kane is going to let the crazy ooze from her fingertips. Letting the crazy out is always better than letting the crazy in and you're the one who is reading this. I'm just saying.

It's not that I don't want to write my blog anymore. It's more that, with so much going on lately, it's too loud in here to sort all out and get it down with any kind of clarity. And by here I mean in my mind. Though technology ... Oh how I love thee, Oh how I hate thee ... I'm certain contributes to the rapid pace of my life. In fact, the prank I'm scrolling through now came to me just that way. I couldn't tell you who's feed or which platform it came from yet here I am reading it.

The prank I am referring to is one in which teens sent a text to their parental figures that read "Got 2 grams for 40$?!"  Followed by the text “Never mind, that wasn't for you.”. The responses are amusing. One individual evidently has his mother fooled as she buys it when he replies “Grammar Books” and she offers up more money. I wonder how I would respond. I suppose that I would wonder why they didn't just ask me.  Then again I tend to over think so perhaps I would take it as a question rather than a declaration, after all punctuation containing both an exclamation point and a question mark seems to me to swing either way.

Set the pranks aside and focus on the kids. Which sorts of things do I provide my children in terms of education of Cannabis? What information did my parents give me? What information did my parents have? Where am I going to get more information? It's a whole new landscape forming right before my eyes, and it is marvelous. I am so honored and truly highly favored to be able to bear witness to its evolution. I can't wait to see what's next. My sincerest gratitude to you all.

Sweet Mary Kane

The Center of Sweet Mary Kane

If I tried to keep it a secret it would be an obvious one, that my essential being has been at a struggle for balance. Since my ToughMudder injury my physical needs haven't been being met. At just about the same time I found myself battling an infection that I would continue to fight five plus months until I finally won. Not only was I not caring for my body properly with regular exercise I was struggling to maintain normalcy and mask the daily pain, nausea, and weakness that accompanied my infection. Whats more, I could not or would not (to avoid pain and nausea) consume adequate calories, vitamins, minerals, fat, protein well adequate anything really. 

In turn my mental requirements have been overburdened with the task of balancing my emotional state on its own. Unfortunately, regardless of the fact that we can [and have] separate the brain from the body, Side note: I found the severed brain I held in 2004 surprisingly firmer than expected, the two are not independent of each other. The longer your mind is compensating the more fragile its state becomes as well. Have you ever tried to enjoy your ice cream while you had a brain freeze? That is how my experience of life became. A unwavering desire to want to enjoy it with an unfaltering presences of misery. 

So the time has come, I'm almost completely done with my final round of antibiotics, praise Jah, to get this ship in order. It is time to nourish the light in me. 

There is no doubt that I use my voice to speak for Cannabis frequently, socially, politically, and relentlessly. I am Cannabis. Cannabis will always be dear to my heart and I will continue to have a relationship with Cannabis it until the day that I die. 

That said as I come out of what seems like a deep dream and regain my strength and stamina I find my eyes fixated on Hemp. Hemp clothes, Hemp foods, Hemp cosmeceuticals, Hemp fuels! The list goes on and on.  The history of Hemp is simply as fascinating as anything Cannabis has to offer.

So I guess what I am trying to say here is that if you notice Sweet Mary Kane seems a little MIA don't fret. Its simply time for growth, healing, and centering. I can already forewarn you however, at my return I would expect to see more Hemp talk, not that there will be any less Cannabis talk. 

It doesn't mean I love you any less. 

One Love ~

SMK

Leave of Absence

In New Jersey, a medical Cannabis state, patients are not being helped because big Pharma has no data to show how THC will react with their established medications. In Colorado we are serving alcohol along side Cannabis and mixing it with substances known to be linked to deaths such as Taurine. In my soul, complete freedom of Cannabis is desirable. In my heart, patients always come first. In my eyes, tears of frustration collect, seldom escaping the corners & trailing down my cheek.

If the above predicament weren't enough of a mental conflict, for me, the egos and greed have become so in front of my face I struggle to overlook them. I want to believe you are with us for the right reasons. I want to feel safe speaking with you. I want to have confidence enough in your business that I would endorse, recommend, shout it from the roof tops. Trouble is when the only thing bigger than hour mouth is your ego it makes me reevaluate my relationship with you or your product (or both!).

I want to scream. "THE WHOLE WORLD IS WATCHING. DON'T MESS THIS UP!"

I want to disappear.

I want to be left alone.

Feminism

When I was a very small girl in a primary school classroom I came the to conclusion that feminism had screwed up the world for me and I have never convinced myself otherwise. Well that's not entirely true as I am truly blessed to live the life I do so I wouldn't describe it as 'screwed up' now. Never the less I haven't given up my distaste for feminism.
You may have noticed a lot of 'women power' chatter in the news, social media feeds, and on the tongues of your female companions lately. I've noticed it too. I took note of a plethora of complaining about inequality and negative focus on the topic. Where was the celebration of women? Why didn't the announcement of Michelle Johnson's nomination for first ever female Superintendent of AFA appear in the social feed? Where were the stories of recognition for the women in our own lives?
I can't pinpoint any one thing that lead me to believe that the feminist movement was doing it wrong. I have seen both sides of the fence however. I served a decade as both mom and dad, working full time and probably paid less than a male counter part would have been. All while burdened with all the same responsibilities I have now. Which makes for a 5:30 - Midnight work day, seven days a week. Women are extremely resilient and will always come through and do what they have to do. Currently I am a 'housewife' so to speak, minus the wedding part, and I don't make a dime doing it, but I am elated to have such favor.
Have you ever introduced yourself to an extreme feminist as a housewife? I wouldn't recommend it unless you'd like a lecture, but even persons who wouldn't associated themselves with the feminist movement will quickly turn their nose down at you. As though I am less of a person for choosing not to have a paying occupation, although I get the impression that their attitude stems from the assumption that I don't work. Well let me tell you, I WORK. I work my buns off, laundry, dishes, ceilings to floor boards, cooking, shopping, homework, academic and social education, researcher, and activist are just a few of the duties I have every single day without pay. No days off, no scheduled lunch break, no union, no employee of the month awards, and no financial compensation.
How the hell could she recognize all that and still have hard feelings for feminism you're asking yourself. I ask myself the same questions sometimes.
Here is the thing. I belong here. I am all the things I need to be when I need to be them. My 'job' is so important that I wouldn't take money to do it. I support all the people around me and I lift them up when they need a hand. I am an incredible support team. I shouldn't be looked at like an idiot for doing my job. I shouldn't be judged and labeled for my choice. If the world pays men more than women I say fantastic! Pay them two salaries! Particularly if they have a team member supporting their functionality from behind the scenes. The idea that I can work and be a mother/wife/cook/chauffeur/teacher/house keeper/assistant is pathetic. If feminist were truly working to better life for women they would stop focusing on eye for and eye equality and realize that changes have to be made. Why the devil would anyone want to earn the same as a man when going to work? If I'm going to give up time I could be spending on the things that truly matter like my family, home, friends, etc I want double the pay or it's not worth it.
Oh and one more thing directly to the women of the world. Stop picking on each other, its self defeating, ignorant, and unladylike.

Dear Cannabis: Will you be mine?

Valentine that is, when I say to you "be mine" I do not me that I should own you. You bring me the type of joy one can't hide behind sunglasses. Give me such wealth of love its abundance overflows from my soul. And I would have to say this is one of those open type relationships. Not open like I don't care who else you see but open like I trust you and I don't care who else you see, as long as you see me.

Cannabis, you have saved me from myself a time or two. Relieved my own pain on numerous occasions and so much more. Your potential amazes me. I look forward to discovering more about you as we grow old together. The number of ailments and people you have helped is astounding. You inspire me to be a better me.

I promise to, maintain integrity, moderately educate, investigate science, assert my voice to our elected officials, exhibit professionalism, and manifest global quality of life improvement while showing my support for you. I want to be your valentine every day.

All my love,

Sweet Mary Kane