THE BOTTOM OF THE MIND - Part 4 by Kay Lee

THE BOTTOM OF THE MIND: Depression - Part 4 by Kay Lee   I had taken only a couple of puffs and a humbling thing happened: I heard, felt, sensed a voice that said, "If you can handle this [my son's death], you will be able to handle anything that comes your way." ...And my closed and shadowed mind opened like the petals of a flower, and, like waking after a nightmare and throwing open the windows of a dark and lonely room; Like the early morning sunshine dancing on the floor, my mind was suddenly flooded with light and life. I physically gasped...I had not realized before how dark it was in there until the cannabis plant turned on the light. I felt warm, in control and at peace for the first time in my life. I felt strong and clean and whole and capable of dealing with whatever was before me. The feeling of total peace stayed with me for three days, the humbleness forever, and the strength continues to grow with everything I 'handle'. I didn't know to call it medicine back then, but I took that shoebox full of perfectly legal and very dangerous drugs that had slowly refilled and I buried it deep, deep in the earth near the lake. And I have, never, ever looked back. I thank God and His plant for the healing. He said everything I needed was here and He meant it. I made plenty of mistakes, but I raised my five remaining children virtually as a single mother, and did hard decent work to support them. I stood strong during one daughter's three month coma, and helped birth and nurture eight perfect grandchildren and a great-grandson. When the last child was no longer dependant on me, at the age of 50, I managed three years in college, mastering four honors courses. I did in-the-schoolroom research and learned about the lies - until I knew enough to realize that I was supporting harmful policies with my silence. I continued my personal journey for justice by changing to in-the-trenches action. I, shy grandma that I was, quit college, left my home, and began to stand in public places talking about 'politically unpopular' truths, debunking the myths, challenging authority, and comforting the people whose lives had been or could be altered and destroyed by marijuana laws. I devoted myself to the plant, its creator, and its people. Can you blame me? 10 million Americans, many of them good citizens, have lost their rights and freedom over these laws. I rejoice in living without doctors and councilors and psychiatrists, without debilitating drugs, without the constant overwhelmin­g pain of depression. My mind is no longer filled with cobwebs and fog. I am no longer weak. I rejoice! I am a benefit to this world. My God, why would anyone want to take this from me? From those I am able to help? What could possibly motivate anyone to want to throw me back into that darkness and make me useless to others because I have discovered the benefits of this plant? I just don't understand... If you don't know enough about marijuana to help change the laws, Please...Please Learn more!