When constructing the ancient temples, location was everything. You had two basic options: a dominating hill overlooking a town or city, or something in the middle of nowhere with splendid views and great feng shui.
Mt. Khajeh is a black basalt plateau rising up on an island in Lake Hamun like a flat-top mushroom. According to the Zoroastrian religion (which pre-dates Judaism, Islam and Christianity), this lake is the birthplace of the true prophet.
Three hundred years before Christ, this was one of the largest temples in existence, although a string of them stretched from Iraq to India, all dispensing the same sacrament. After arriving by ferry at the dock, one might have been greeted by beggars, musicians and a vibrant trading circle, where spices, foods, fabrics, sigils and icons could be obtained. Some might be exchanging their city outfits for the signature psychedelic tunic tied with a simple rainbow-colored hemp rope.
Om circles would be breaking out in groups along the trail as you approached the temple. The walls and temple towers would have been painted with blazing psychedelic frescos similar to today’s graffit art. “I love you” and “we love you” would be heard wafting up and down the footpath, as well as “welcome home, brother.” People who didn’t know each other would be sharing hugs and gifts. The well-healed visitors would be hiding their gold rings and earrings as these would be a badge of oppression. Expensive sandals would seem gaudy and out-of-place, lost in this barefoot army.
Drums and chanting from inside the temple could be heard from a long way off, but nothing prepared one for the explosion of energy once you passed through the arch and confronted the courtyard filled with musicians, chanters, spinners, dancers and performers. If you were lucky, a gigantic OM circle might break out as you arrived. These were scheduled for regular intervals and signaled by playing a ram’s horn.
Everyone at the temple is stoned and drinking soma, which is hot milk with cannabis and cinnamon. It’s available for free inside the temple, although most people leave a temple donation. Many sick people have come for treatment, and the critically ill have their own rooms next to the temple. There’s a free kitchen that runs on donations that feeds those who work for free in the cannabis fields and end up sleeping in the courtyard. They are temple monks and many work harder than slaves keeping this temple running, and refuse all pay as they consider temple work its own reward.
Over the centuries the rich will get control of this temple, and the psychedelic tunics replaced by black robes and real slaves will return. When this happens, only the rich will be allowed access to soma. And eventually, people will forget about the magic plant. Until someone named Moses comes along and speaks with a burning bush. And then the cycle will repeat itself again across the centuries from Moses to John the Baptist. But no matter how much the rich try to crush it, the truth just keeps coming back.
The real gift of the Magi
There’s a tremendous amount of disinfo in play regarding the Biblical story of the three Magi and how it relates to Horus, the Egyptian sky god, who incorporated the sun, moon and stars into one supreme supernatural entity long before the arrival of the Christian mythology.
The Jesus story was built on top of an earlier Mithras myth, and both have their origins in Persian astrology, which is why three Zoroastrian priests attend the birth of Jesus. When this myth was forged, everyone believed the earth was flat and at the center of the universe. Now we know better. But our mythologies remain clouded by past beliefs.
On the winter solstice, the sun reaches its most southern point in the sky and strangely hovers for three three days in the exact same trajectory before veering back to the north, a voyage that will end on the summer solstice (which is also the day Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, becomes visible above the horizon).
The story of the Magi as handed down in the Bible has been tinkered with, but I can interpret the real story using common sense as my guide. According to the Bible, the Magi brought gold, frankincense and myrrh to celebrate the birth of the son. This seems unlikely, and I’d suggest the Zoroastrian priests from the East brought the three greatest medicines of their time, cannabis, frankincense and myrrh, the most fragrant terpene-rich plant oils, although opium seems like a possible replacement for myrrh. Someday the real medicinal value of these plants will re-emerge.
According to Plutarch, the Temple of Isis burned three different incenses, one at dawn, one at noon, and one at sunset. He identified these as: frankincense, myrrh and kyphi. Doesn’t it seem reasonable to assume these are the gifts brought by the Three Kings to celebrate the birth of the son? So not only do they switch kyphi with gold, but then they bury the identity of kyphi. I say kyphi is cannabis, and maybe even an early version of wax and/or shatter.
Rather than keep our major religions clouded by dogma and superstition, I prefer to help them evolve and grow into the new millennium. Cannabis played a major role in the development of Christianity and most other religions, but was strangely removed as a sacrament and replaced with alcohol along the way. This terrible injustice needs to be rectified. We can honor the rituals, ceremonies and myths of fundamentalist religion, while rejecting their dogmas and superstitions, and fixing their problems.
OM science 101
Thousands of years ago, great fire temples dotted the hillsides from India to Iraq, all serving a sacred plant mixed with milk and spices as a sacrament and healing medicine. Isn’t it wonderful they handed down a ritual to us used to aid in the healing process?
Someday modern medicine will wise up to the spiritual aspects of healing, and, in fact, that day seems closer all the time. The reason I know our medical establishment needs a huge overhaul is because of the tremendous resistance to using natural cannabis as medicine, while putting the entire country on synthetic drugs, mostly so corporations could make more profits.
Many years ago, a learned scholar from the East informed me there were actually three sounds in an OM. When he told me that, some of my training in theater popped in my head. I’d taken a course to enhance my speaking abilities, and learned something about the mechanics of speech. The OM may be the only healing ritual that works every time, while carrying zero dogma. It’s only role is telepathic harmonization on a vibration of peace. Allen Ginsberg once used it to protect himself and others during a police riot, and Wavy Gravy used it to drive Charlie Manson from his realm.
The OM starts deep in the belly, in your center of energy, and travels through your chest until it resonates your skull structures. The “mmmm” is held out because it’s ringing your bell. You mostly feel this Y-buzz around your nose. If you’re not vibrating your face at the end, the OM doesn’t work properly, so find that frequency, and once you do, you will feel it instantly.
The beauty of the OM is no one is ever off-tune. There are no bad notes. You may understand the connection between music, math and spirituality, but have you ever known a hymn with no bad notes? Before cannabis spirituality fell under intense persecution, there were probably hundreds of thousands of people in and around those giant fire temples doing OM circles and sharing healing energy. And isn’t it amazing they found a way to pass this ceremony down to us 10,000 years later, even if all the books and texts were tampered with to eradicate the identity of the healing plants they once used to cure almost everything.
How to plan a 420 ceremony
Funny how many seem antagonistic to ceremonies. Just mention the word and a shiver goes up their back. They don’t realize ceremonies are a part of their life. Magic and spirituality move through us all naturally, and it doesn’t matter what names you put on anything, everything that ever happened keeps happening over and over.
Ceremonies have purposes, as well as flavors, and you can surf any vibration you want. Most family/tribal ceremonies unify the family/tribe and raise spirits. In order to unify, everyone needs to meditate on a single vibration for some brief instant. In a healthy family, the vibration being channeled is most often love.
Ever notice how the words “I love you” are magic? And how difficult to say sometimes. Sharing love energy is a ceremony. But then sharing anything is a ceremony.
Did you know there’s a love ceremony handed down for over 10,000 years intact, one that carries zero dogma and seeks only to harmonize participants? To outsiders, it may seem strange and can be mistaken for some cult brainwashing tool, but I guarantee this ancient ceremony works as well as any I’ve ever run across. It’s called the OM circle.
When your fight/flight response is activated, your emergency energy system turns on, and that jolt of energy has a tendency to overwhelm your brain, resulting in unproductive panic behavior. In that state you can easily freeze, or make the worst decision possible. Mental states are telepathic and create energy waves that can be felt and amplified, which is why panic spreads through a crowd fast as wind-whipped fire.
Fear is the basis of all mind control, and when a sorcerer wants to cast a spell, creating a panic and guiding that vibration wherever he wants is the primary device at his disposal. A scapegoat will be manufactured, tortured in public and then executed, followed by free grog for all. This is the way dark magic has worked for millennium.
Modern media has put most of the population on the edge of fight/flight mode through extreme levels of violence programming. And you won’t find much solace from this vibration in the conspiracy community, where fear levels are tweaked even higher.
Ten thousand years ago, the use of a certain sacramental plant spread like a wild-fire across most of the globe, from Europe to India to China. Enormous temples were built in the honor of this plant. But they weren’t just temples, they were the greatest hospitals and healing centers of their time. The plant was mixed with hot milk and spices and served to treat all afflictions, and became known as the king of healing plants, creator of magic and immortality, the tree of life.
It was the birth of a great age of enlightenment and coincided with the creation of most of our great religions. At the time this plant arrived, all things had long been considered to have spirit energies, and temples were built to countless gods and goddesses, but the message this plant conveyed concerned a Great Spirit that connected All Things.
But some dark sorcerer made the plant that caused the awakening a scapegoat. It was a clever campaign, executed in stages over a great expanse of time. The plant’s ceremonial powers virtually disappeared for 2,000 years, while the spiritual cultures it birthed were corrupted: false priests installed, new dogmas created. All trace of the plant was removed from all texts, a ploy not entirely successful, so deep was this plant woven into the fabric of these cultures.
In the 1880s, the plant’s magic ceremonial powers were rediscovered in New Orleans by African slaves owned by French planters who’d recently escaped the Haitian Revolution. These slaves invited Natives and others to join their ceremonies and soon created the most influential cultural movement of any time. However, no sooner did this movement appear, than governments moved to squash it, using persecution of the plant as the hammer to achieve their goal.
In the 1960s, surfers in California discovered the plant, and it led them on a sacred journey back to the plant’s original origins. When they returned from Afghanistan, they brought the ancient OM circle used at those original healing temples that once dotted the landscape from India to Iran. It is also the best method for dispelling panic and turning off fight/flight mode. And thus I believe it can also be an important tool to help deprogram the mind control memes being run today. It can also be an great tool to heal PTSD, which can create a near-constant fight/flight mode.
So when people ask me to prescribe 420 ceremonies, I must confess the OM is the greatest harmonization ritual I know, and I think it works through a triangulation of touch, sound and telepathy.
But wouldn’t it be a wonderful thing to see a hundred thousand voices erupt in an OM in Denver some day?
Which is the real killer of Gemma and David?
Perhaps you heard the story of how Gemma Moss, 31, supposedly died from “cannabis toxicity?” At least, that was the findings of the local coroner in England. This is the second time a coroner in England has claimed death from “cannabis toxicity,” something not recognized by the medical community. Gemma was a devout Christian who left three young children behind. She passed unexpectedly in her sleep. She was estranged from her husband, who reportedly lives in Jamaica with their daughter, while Gemma was raising their two sons. She was a regular user of cannabis, who typically smoked half a joint a night to help her sleep. If she had a heart attack, as the coroner claims, then she died from a heart condition, not from “cannabis toxicity,” which can result in panic attacks, the munchies or sleep, but cannot kill.
Today, we learned of another sad death. David Hallman, 21, a senior at Denison University in Ohio, who was majoring in history. He’d spent three years on the swimming and diving teams, and remained close with his teammates, although he was no longer competing.
David left Brews Cafe at 2 am and started walking home early Saturday morning. But after walking a half mile, he either passed out, or decided to take a rest. David was found frozen that night after a frantic search that lasted for hours. He was slumped against a garage door across the street from a golf course.
Now David didn’t die from alcohol, he froze to death, but, in fact, without the alcohol in his system, he would not have passed out. Death from hypothermia after binge drinking is fairly common and every year an average of 1,300 people in America die from hypothermia. If you are binge drinking during winter months, and the temperature is below zero, please take a cab home. Cold can kill you, cannabis cannot.
Gunshots at Marijuana Rally
How sad the Denver rally was marred by violence and instead of a message of peace, the global news is now reporting: “gunshots at marijuana rally.” For me, this is a great tragedy.
Abby from Daily Beast called me on 4/19 and interviewed me for over an hour. She seemed fascinated by my history of spiritual use of cannabis, although I cautioned her there was a pretty intense filter in the national media on any of this info, and if she planned to write about it, be prepared for censorship from on high. She laughed off that idea, but strangely, her story has yet to appear.
The Denver rally began ten years ago, one of the first large mass April 20th events. Now we have so many. In 1990 I discovered an annual ritual was taking place near the top of Mount Tamalpais in Marin County. At the time, I was reading about Soma and had decided the story invented by Gordon Wasson that Soma was a mushroom was false, and Soma was actually cannabis, just like it was obvious to me cannabis was manifesting real ceremony and ritual in Marin, headquarters of the hippie counterculture after the Haight was over-run with undercovers, violence, hard drugs and nasty ops. From 1995 until 2003, the center of energy on spreading 420 ceremonies was the Cannabis Cup, especially the Temple Dragon Crew, who were so fanatical about honoring 420 they did it twice every day, at 4:20 PM and 4:20 AM. Having a picture taken at the Quentin hotel lobby under the clock at 4:20 AM was one of the biggest 420 ceremonies around for years before the rest of the world picked up on it.
That’s why I could never understand why Steve Bloom, who actually appears in some of those early 420 photos at the Quentin lobby, tells people High Times, the Cannabis Cup, and me in particular, “had nothing to do with spreading 420?” After having spent 30 years trying to get the spiritual rights issues around cannabis recognized, and then have that entire life’s campaign dismissed by someone who actually saw the thing assembled is saddening. But then Bloom voluntarily quit High Times when I was brought back the third time, just because he couldn’t work under me again. So I understand where the vibes are coming from.
Mike Edison on wikipedia claims I pushed the Waldo’s story and took 420 to “cult-like extremes.” That is really hilarious. Yes, I organized events around 420, and at 4:20 PM, I would sometimes ask the assembled multitudes to form a circle, hold hands, and OM for world peace. That’s a traditional hippie ceremony begun in North America by The Brotherhood of Eternal Love on the West Coast and Allen Ginsberg on the East Coast. I believed holding these ceremonies was proof of spiritual culture and could be used to bring a court case to the Supreme Court, which had always refused to hear the religious rights case on cannabis.
Like I was telling Abby from Daily Beast, I found out about marijuana by reading On the Road, and the key moment in that stream of consciousness is a spiritual moment in Mexico provided by a few hits of marijuana. That book sent my generation looking for marijuana because we wanted to have a spiritual moment like that, especially since all of us had recently lost our religions and needed something real and honest we could plug into.
During this crucial time, when the counterculture was re-discovering the sacrament of peace culture, what happens? A major op is launched by Gordon Wasson to declare the magic mushroom as the key to spirituality. And he heads off down to Mexico to take mushrooms with a shaman and it ends up on the cover of Life magazine. Suddenly, it’s all about mushrooms again. This is obviously the same op Wasson pulled on Soma. Could it be possible that when the Roman empire took control of Christianity, which up until then had been a poor people’s religion based on world peace, and when Constantine put that cross on his army’s shields, he also switched up the sacraments? The poor people got alcohol, while the priests got mushrooms maybe but the cannabis became strictly forbidden because cannabis manifests peace culture, and the Roman empire was never about peace.
After I attended my first Rainbow Gathering and stood in a circle OMing for peace with 15,000 people, my mind was blown and I realized if only we had more ceremonies like this, we might actually get some positive energy going in this direction. So I organized a lot of peace circles for the next 30 years and tried to teach the youth about hippie magic. But I live in New York City, where hippies are not really very popular, and the minute I started manifesting these ceremonies, I was branded “a cult leader” by people that wanted to take my job. Where is my army of zombie robots and why aren’t they carrying me around in a sedan chair feeding me grapes all day? In fact, I never tried to organize a cult or anything close and I have zero dogma to push, only a desire to spread peace energy to help heal all the hate, but of course, this is dangerous, or at least lame and stupid, eh?
Something Heavy Went Down in Jerusalem
Every now and then, something really heavy goes down in the telepathic energy fields we call spirituality or magic, since they’re both the same thing. I noticed that in the mid-1960s. Although I’d been raised in the Lutheran faith, I rejected Christianity at the age of 14 and never looked back. In my quest to uncover the real meaning of life, I began experimenting with cannabis and LSD, after which I was never the same, as these substances helped deprogram me. Soon, I had a whole new field of sigils cooking in my psyche, one of the most important of which was the Prankster Magic Bus Furthur.
Since these sacraments had a profoundly positive effect, helping to strip away years of brainwashing, I could see why they were so prohibited. Something heavy went down in California in the 1960s, and a lot of the New Age cults (like Scientology) got their start off that energy, yet broke the cannabis connection almost immediately. I remember reading Tom Wolfe’s account of the Merry Pranksters. Wolfe was a Yale grad, a real oligarchy insider who could never connect with a scene so steeped in new telepathic energies, so he just made fun of hippie spirituality because those energies never reached his soul. But there was something real and heavy going on, even if Wolfe couldn’t make contact. Just like something heavy went down in old Jerusalem.
Did you ever consider cannabis was the spark of both spiritual revolutions? I remember when I first met Jack Herer. He was obsessed with decoding the Bible, a trick he’d recently learned from reading John Allegro’s work. Jack would read a verse from the Old Testament, and then explain how it was really just a code for an old priest about to sodomize a young initiate. I never got into this research because I view the Bible as science fiction anyway, so why would I pay much attention to any of its possible underlying meanings?
I wonder, though, why haven’t some Muslim activists taken Allegro’s work and made a YouTube video about the potential spiritual corruption embedded in Judaism and Christianity?
Funny thing about the spiritual revolutions of both Jesus and Johnny Griggs: one took place 2,000 years ago, and the other took place nearly 50 years ago, but they both could have easily been ignited by cannabis. And somewhere along the line, the corrupt priesthoods (because all power centers start corrupt or corrupt over time) broke this link between cannabis and this great spiritual awakening and the two sides have been at war ever since. And it wasn’t until my generation that massive amounts of young people began slipping off the mind control orchestrated by that corrupt priesthood. And it all started with cannabis, rock’n’roll and Jack Kerouac.
Take the Disinfo Quiz
Can you tell the difference between a legitimate area of deep-political research and a carefully constructed rabbit hole leading nowhere? When navigating the conspiracy wilderness of mirrors, it’s important to realize 90% of the so-called “research” is garbage being spread by kooks or people pretending to be kooks, unless, of course, it’s a mainstream book parroting the official government line, in which case it will be praised to the skies in all the major media from far and wide.
This is how the entire spectrum of conspiracy research has been removed from the accepted borders of reality. In the jargon of mind control ops, all researchers have been “sheep-dipped” as lunatics. Good or bad, crazy or sane, every deep-political researcher is just another conspiracy crackpot. So much for investigative research. Investigative research is practically extinct at this point.
So the kookier the stuff that gets published, the farther they drive the center of gravity away from uncomfortable realities that might stir people into action, and the deeper they go into the designated rabbit hole, a place filled with fearful sheeple and paranoid delusions. Manufacturing all this noise is a sophisticated mind game played out on several fields. Most religion (and any other mind-control cult) works by first leading the gullible down into a state of fearful resignation.
This test is designed to measure your ability to navigate the many rabbit holes that dot the conspiracy landscape, so I invite everyone to take my Disinfo Quiz. Most of the theories listed here are discussed in greater detail elsewhere on my blog.
All conspiracy research falls into one of three categories:
1) credible research; 2) manufactured rabbit hole leading nowhere; or, 3) limited hang-out, a deflection of the real story, usually scapegoating the designated patsy.
Limited hang-outs are often employed as lightning rods to capture the center of energy on an emerging consciousness.
So tell me which of the following categories do these popular internet conspiracy theories fall into?
Credible story? Rabbit Hole? or Limited Hang-out?
1) The CIA killed JFK
2) We never landed on the moon.
3) 9/11 was a ritual event based on Crowley magick
4) Chemtrails are poisoning the world
5) Fluoride is poisoning the world
6) Cannabis cures cancer
7) The Aurora shooting was a magic ritual event
8) Madonna is Queen of the Illuminati
9) Circumcision is a form of ritualized child abuse
10) Albert Hoffman, of LSD fame, secretly worked for the CIA
11) A vaccine given in the 1950s could be creating an explosion of cancer in Baby Boomers
12) The Jews are secretly running the world
13) JFK Jr was murdered
14) Elvis is alive
After you compile your score (answers below) find out how you rank, Magus or Sheeple?
13-14 correct: Magus
11-12 correct: Senior
9-10 correct: Junior
7-8 correct: Sophomore
5-6 correct: Freshman
4 or less correct: you are undoubtedly a member of the brainwashed sheeple
Answers:
1) credible
2) rabbit hole
3) limited hangout
4) rabbit hole
5) credible
6) credible
7) rabbit hole
8) rabbit hole
9) credible
10) credible
11) credible
12) limited hangout
13) credible
14) rabbit hole
Can Cannabis Cure Stuttering?
The National Institute of Health (NIH) just released the first image of the internal structure of the brain, and it turns out to be wired like a Persian carpet: long strands of perpendicular ribbons. Although the image displayed here came from a monkey brain the NIH crew added: “This grid structure is continuous and consistent at all scales and across humans and other primate species.”
Most of my early life, I had a really bad stuttering problem. When I was excited, it was very hard for me to communicate. I didn’t realize how embarrassing my affliction was to my father until the day I took my first bike ride. My older brother Paul told me it would be easier to learn if I did it on a hill so I could keep my speed up without pedaling. I didn’t know anything about braking, I just took off down the steep hill in front of our house in Arlington, Massachusetts. It was an unpaved, gravel road, unfortunately, quite bumpy, and, right as I neared the bottom I hit a pothole and lost control. After the crash, I ran back to the house in tears. I was really pissed at my brother for encouraging me to go down that hill. When I found my father he asked me what was wrong, and all I could do was stutter. “Come back when you can tell me what happened,” replied my dad coldly.
That was the beginning of my problems with authority. I went back to my room, thought it over rationally and decided my dad was not only not perfect like I had thought, but he had done something very wrong. I didn’t mention the incident to anyone after that, but this revelation turned me against blind authority worship that nationalism and fascism both feed on. Authority would never look the same again.
Later in life, I wondered what had created that stuttering problem and remembered a recurring nightmare I’d had starting in nursery school: I was in the back seat of a car crash in front of our house. That nightmare had stuck with me for years, which is the only reason I still remember it today. Eventually, I linked this to a vicious beating I’d taken from my grandmother for crossing the street. Although my grandmother thought I’d run across on my own, in fact, another parent across the street had signaled me it was ok to cross. My grandmother was just visiting from Kansas and didn’t know about our neighborhood kid-crossing code. I guess my mom witnessed the whole thing and told me about it later. I realized while my grandmother was spanking me (pants down, in front of the neighborhood), she was yelling about a “car accident.” So that trauma incident undoubtedly created the nightmare, and, so I thought, the stuttering problem.
But lately I’ve begun to consider another factor: left-handedness, which runs in the Hager family. I was allowed to be a leftie when it came to writing and drawing, but somewhere along the line, both my brother and I were switched to right-handedness for sports, probably because it was much more difficult to find left-handed gear. I’ve come to consider that forcing people to change their natural handedness can lead to dyslexia and/or stuttering. What you are doing in these cases is fighting upstream against the brain’s natural wiring pattern. It can be done, but for some people, there will be serious complications. There appears to be a strong duality in the wiring pattern.
Sometime in 1967, my dad became the first person to notice a change in me, and, in fact, he’d already formed a theory on it. While we were sitting at dinner one night, he turned to me and said, “You haven’t stuttered since you started smoking marijuana.” Now, my dad went to Harvard at the same time as Timothy Leary, which is why we lived in Arlington in the first place. But he hated Leary with a purple passion, and felt pretty much the same way about the emerging counterculture. Obviously, marijuana was forbidden in our house, but my dad was wise to my developments and directions and secret ceremonies. Did marijuana cure my stuttering? Can’t say for sure, but the stuttering disappeared right around the same time I discovered cannabis.
The True Story of Mount Sinai and the Burning Bush
Is Mount Sinai of the Old Testament a real place? All we know is that Moses got the inspiration to lead his people out of Egypt after traveling to the top of Mount Sinai, where he was confronted by a burning bush that spoke to him with the voice of God. When he came down, he made the first menorah, an oil lamp with seven flames. Later, the menorah would evolve to eight candles, but I wonder if the original seven flames was a reference to the seven points of a cannabis leaf. Later, after the Exodus began, Moses revisited the top of Mount Sinai to receive the Ten Commandments written on stone tablets. There has long been dispute over the origins of the words “Mount Sinai.” Some believe it’s a reference to the Sumerian Moon Goddess, others think it must be a volcano. Why volcano? Because Mount Sinai means “smokey mountains,” and its peak is always clouded in smoke, where a fire burns continuously.
I’ve come to believe the smokey mountain of Mount Sinai is actually a reference to cannabis intoxication. It was only after becoming intoxicated with cannabis smoke that Moses received the inspiration to make a menorah and lead his people out of slavery. Today, many people recognize the inspirational powers of cannabis. For example, Carl Sagan attributed some of his important scientific discoveries to inspiration he received after smoking a joint. Louis Armstrong and John Lennon also spoke of the inspirational powers of cannabis. And wherever you find cannabis use, you’ll find spiritual cultures seeking to throw off the chains of oppression, whether it be Rastas in Jamaica or hippies in North America.
Cannabis intoxication began thousands of years ago with the Scythian culture from the Black Sea area, a culture that eventually spread to Europe, Africa, China to India. The Scythians domesticated horses, built the first covered wagons and spread cannabis seeds wherever they traveled. Their culture had an enormous influence on the development of spirituality around the world, and eventually replaced the concept of a world filled with spirits to a world dominated by a single energy field that flowed through all spirits. But because they had no written language beyond runes, little is known about them other than what outsiders like Herodotus observed.
Check out this incense burner from ancient China. Cannabis incense burners in China were often shaped to look like mountains, and the smoke emanated from holes in the top, as if coming from the top of a mountain. This is probably the Mount Sinai Moses visited. These bronze incense burners could be placed inside small tents in order to fill the tent with smoke. After a few minutes inside, one became intoxicated….or, as Moses would have referred to it….”one felt the power of the Lord…”
Later, cannabis use would change from incense burners in tents to a cannabis-infused milk beverage. This was a more healthy and effective way to consume the medicine. This beverage was called Huma in China, Soma in India, and Haoma in Iran.
In the 1950s, a banker working with J.P. Morgan, then the richest man in the United States, a man with very close ties to the Bank of England, wrote several books stating Soma and Haoma were made from a mushroom, Amanita Muscaria. This rabbit hole may have been created to lead people away from discovering the truth about the origins of cannabis use and its influence on the development of spirituality.
I should add there never was an Exodus out of Egypt. That story was invented while the Jews were slaves in Babylon. Since they could not attack their masters, they invented a historical revenge drama to uplift their hearts. So they did not spend 40 days in the desert, but they could have survived times of famine by eating cannabis seeds. Manna is likely a reference to immature cannabis seeds collected by children and then pounded into wafers and baked. Also, Moses is a mythical character based mostly on Zoroaster with a tad of Cyrus the Great, the first Zoroastrian king of Persia who freed the Jews to return to Judea. So in homage they fashioned their new avatar on Zoroastrian ideas. Similarly, Jesus is a mythical creation that incorporated elements of Buddhism. Buddha is also likely a myth, but that’s another story.