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Mystic Marijuana: New Moon in Scorpio
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Scorpio energy contains an inaccessible lair, hiding our wildest side, a shadow trotting behind us full of mystery. In hindsight, we ask for a close-up on a dangerous, dense adventure. The only warning however, is theft of ancient domains because they (the colonial enterprise) fear the dark cocoon of grief and love inside us all—a quiet ache swelling up a raw force during this new moon.

Like my Tita says, eat all the bruised fruits to consume the most nutritional benefits. In those terms, ‘first world’ habits towards our untamed closeted traditions are to eat only the perfect fruits. Society manically disorganizes our power for they’re trying to eat our durability. Yes, our durability is weighted with fragility, if so we break, echoes of ancient memory—healers, priestesses, ritualists, herbalists, and mediators between realms—ring our corridor of history, awakening our core like a distant gong. Our intentions this month drastically ripple and flood a watery grave as earth’s poisons perish.

Scorpio season will keep us alive at twilight, refreshed by the cooling effects of the oncoming occultism. We get stronger when we value our bodies and minds. We don’t get stronger for the sake of being independent—we, who are many, get stronger when we learn about our heritage and give birth to children. This is the reckoning they will see. We get stronger when we are willing to do what is necessary. Below are mantras so you may experience a blissful surrealism of ancestral remedy during this time of complex emotions and demands for rapid acclimation to bounce back from any disparity or find means to support yourself. Most importantly take care of your body, which will take care of your ancestors.


Scorpio Mantra: 

I give my body permission to lead and guide 

My body is mine and mine alone 

My body dances with wholeness 

I tune into a rhythm, only my body can feel and hear

~ J-NA$TY

Co$mic Poetry: Black Woman Witch

Hey babes! I’m so excited to share the newest visual poem for “Black Woman Witch” I wrote this poem thinking about all of the different types of fuckery black women go through on the daily, but from the perspective of a victor rather than the victim.

The dark witch that pities those that harm her, and laughs the last laugh even while burning in the cruel world.   

In the same way that the earth will spare none of us that contribute to her destruction, those that disrespect black women will also destroy themselves in the process. 

~ Kenya Ku$h  

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Photos: Kamasoul

Photos: Kamasoul

Black Woman Witch

Written / Directed/ Performed by:   Amanya Maloba

Filmed / Edited by: Kamasoul

Styled by: Janice Ibarra

 

 

Review: Chernobyl

 Strain Diary ~ Chernobyl

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Lately, I have been feeling very...strange. I don’t have the full language even now to describe the feeling, but I am aware of a transformation happening inside of me. Some things we can never verbalize because the message we’re receiving or process were undergoing is a spiritual one rather than a human one, and we can only verbalize in human languages.

An uncomfortable shift is underway in my physical body, my mental conditioning, and spiritual elevation. For me, it usually happens that I experience a total shift, affecting all the dimensions of my human experience, rather than one aspect at a time. While I trained for my first marathon a few years ago, I also wrote my first book, and felt a self-love so strong and exciting it was like I was in love (the addicting kind) with myself. My relationship with weed also transitioned from recreational to medicinal and spiritual during that summer. At present, I’m continuously swinging between the agony of change—the hips breaking to widen—and the joy of experiencing the new life passing through my own body and spirit, giving birth to a new version of myself...

...Today I woke up incredibly sore—my muscles were heavy everywhere from a grueling training schedule and my spirit was a little tired. My mind has been leading the way lately, keeping me up late and waking me up early, and in many ways threatening to undo the positive momentum I am cultivating for myself. I decided to take advantage of this morning’s sunshine by drenching myself in coconut oil and absorbing the sun’s energy while enjoying my morning blunt...

...I was so excited to discover this nug of Chernobyl from Ritual Cannabis that had somehow managed to escape my lighter! Usually when I find a nug from the past I save it for an absolute weed emergency or smoke it at night since the older the weed, the higher its CBN content—a compound which makes you sleepy/groggy.

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This sativa-hybrid nug, however, looked much the same as I remembered it from a few months ago—an inviting green with yellow highlights, covered in crystals, and proudly sporting its outdoor sugar leaves! The smell had also lost no pungency—it was a combination of sweet, sour, and perfumey notes, where you can tell it’s that forreal, forreal dank without even smoking. The nug was slightly sticky from all the trichomes, but I used a grinder to break it down before wrapping it in a Dutch.

The sun and weed worked in tandem, on my body first, and as a result also on my spirit. Almost immediately after I started feeling this high, I noticed my soreness dissipating without even a stretch. The sun warmed my exterior and the weed worked on my muscles through the interior. Tying my sun worship/melanin activation to my blunt ritual made the moment special spiritually as well—ancient messages settled into my skin as I released internal stress and doubts with my smoke, choosing instead in each moment faith and perseverance. Mentally, this strain fosters a calm, euphoric haze perfect for being gentle with reflections and allowing thoughts to pass without judgement, though I was definitely spacey in the grocery store after! Below are some affirmations & reminders to myself that came from this moment of active reflection.

Chernobyl Sun Meditations…

*Invest my time and energy wisely immediately, the decisions I make now will have lasting impact on mine and others’ futures.

*Be conscious in each moment of the choices I am making. What actions do I repeatedly choose and mistake as my nature or fate?

*I challenge myself to do one “annoying” thing that I always put off per day—sticking to my cleaning schedule, making a long overdue phone call, paying a bill, holding chair pose ( one of my least favorite) for the full breath cue etc.

*Breaking habits and creating new ones comes from the accumulation of individual acts, so every little thing IS important at this stage.

*Pay attention to my body’s hints and RESPECT THEM ALL.

I invite you to try on these themes for yourself in your own form of self-reflection, self-appreciation, and self-encouragement. If you’re also going through it, keep going bitch!

~ Kenya Ku$h ~

777 Capsule: The ROOT
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This is ROOT.

Your ROOT Chakra is located at the base of your spine. It is also known as the BASE Chakra. Its color is red. It is your unwavering foundation from which you grow. Fear, survival, stability, health, wealth, physical identity, and self-esteem all feed your ROOT Chakra.

I chose to make this visual for the ROOT Chakra in my room because it is my place of peaceful solitude. It is my place of peace—to create, to reflect, to respect, to just breathe, and most importantly, to be completely free. And just like my ROOT Chakra’s purpose, my room/home is my foundation which I build upon. 

~ Neish ~

Music by Jhene Aiko ft. Dr. Chill "Oblivion"