🌿 Welcome to the Cannabis Church of Science and Faith.
Today, we light the sacred herb with intention — not escape.
Inhale the stillness.
Exhale the illusion.
Another Layer of Light
🔥 The Spark — A Sacred Question
What if the things we’ve forgotten are the very things that could save us?
What if progress wasn’t forward — but inward?
What if reclaiming the ancient could be the key to healing what modernity broke?
✨ Teaching — Faith, Science, Psyche, and Animism
There’s a practice in the dry, desolate lands of Africa called the zai pit. Born from the wisdom of the land and the humility of the people, these small holes are dug into the earth to collect water and compost. Seeds are then planted in this reclaimed soil — and from it, life emerges in what was once deemed barren.
Desert becomes garden.
Waste becomes nourishment.
Death becomes beginning.
There’s something deeply spiritual about that.
Because we, too, carry wastelands within us — places that feel too broken, too lost, too dried up to ever yield fruit again. Grief. Regret. Trauma. Exile from self.
And yet, in the wisdom of the Earth and the rituals of our ancestors, we are shown: Even in the desert, life is possible — if we listen and dig deep.
Jesus wasn’t a man of empire. He was a man of the land. A prophet who walked dusty roads and told us that the kingdom is within — not built by power, but cultivated by love. He spoke in parables of seeds, soil, vines, and branches. He healed with touch, spit, and mud. His truth was earthy. Embodied. Wild.
And yet we traded that for cathedral walls, holy wars, and political pulpits.
We forgot what he meant.
We forgot the soil of the soul.
🌿 The Sacred Self — Individuation in Practice
Let’s be honest — we’ve been trained to forget.
Forget our roots. Forget our rituals. Forget our own sacred knowing.
Empire teaches us to scorn the old ways — to look down on Indigenous knowledge as primitive, to silence the inner voice as naïve, to mock the Earth as commodity.
But cannabis — our sacred ally — reminds us.
She whispers in stillness: “You are not broken. You are buried.”
And that’s the truth, isn’t it? The soul has not disappeared — it’s been covered up by concrete, shame, doctrine, distraction.
To heal is not to invent.
It is to remember.
What sacred part of you have you forgotten in the name of becoming “civilized”?
What ritual or rhythm or wisdom once known by your ancestors lives in your bones — waiting?
Like zai pits, healing begins by digging.
Digging into the pain, the grief, the soil of memory.
And trusting that even if it feels like loss — what we find there might be life.
🧠 Philosophy — Humanity, Ego, and Sacred Kinship
Modern humanity often confuses forgetting with evolving. We think to move forward is to cut the past loose — but in doing so, we sever the root.
Colonialism taught us to conquer, not commune.
Religion, corrupted by empire, taught us to dominate, not dance with the divine.
And science — divorced from spirit — too often scoffed at what it couldn’t yet explain.
But the Earth remembers.
The plants remember.
The soul remembers.
When we still the ego — through cannabis, through contemplation, through compassionate truth — the memory returns. We remember that the Earth is not property, but parent. Not enemy, but elder.
We remember that Jesus was not white. Not western. Not a weapon.
He was a mystic, a healer, a wisdom keeper who taught us that love is the only law that liberates.
🕯️ Closing — Spiritual Invitation
This week, light your herb with reverence. Sit with your pain. Sit with your forgetting.
Ask:
🌱 What wisdom have I buried that is ready to rise?
🌱 What ancient knowing is waiting for my remembrance?
Maybe it’s time to dig your own zai pit — in your soul, in your habits, in your family line.
And maybe, just maybe, the things you thought were dead will bloom again.
Let love be your law.
Let presence be your prayer.
Let remembering be your revolution.
