I’m recently enjoying (??) a distinct sensation that pure consciousness trumps cannabis consciousness.
As an avid cannabis enthusiast, I’m finding this delightful, in some sort of sadistic way. Saving money is cool.
Currently on a journey to find more THC-V heavy strains......the “sports car of cannabinoids”, as those strains seem to offer me the finest pain AND brain relief.
Each morning, I recite “The Guest House” by Rumi. Makes perfect sense, expecting a new visitor or twelve, daily.
The four hour daily battle is a fairly distant memory.