Hello friends,
I just had to share with all of you this... hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Taken from:
http://blog.swiatoslaw.com/?p=202
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Ganja Members
Some years ago I was spending time in ashram underneath Mount Girnar in Gujarat, holy place of pilgrimage for Shiva followers, lovers of crazy God. Thousands upon thousands of dreadlocked sadhus arriving from all India, some of them naked, some of them ended up in the same place we did, to create never-ending , never-sleeping , always coughing circle of chillum.
We were hosted by charming ex- sadhu Hari Giri, loving husband and father of lovely kids running around somewhere in dirty yard. He was a mad person indeed, kind of uplifting, cheerful madness I was almost jealous of. And his question, asked with naughty smile and nod towards chillum, “ganja member, you?” always rings in my mind when similar situation happens in another part of globe , with other companions.
I dedicate this set below to all lovers of herb I met, to conneiseurs of the plant, to Hari Giri, to Lancelot, old Jamaican woodcarver hiding in bushes with his apprentices to smoke spliffs out of sight of his wife, Linda from Manchester, to Moroccan farmers in Rif mountains, to hippies in the hills of northern Portugal, mystics of the east, and hedonists of the west, to countless others obscured in memory by countless clouds of smoke.
Hari Giri, India.
Maha Shivaratri, Gujarat.
Pagla Baba mazzar, Tomb of the Crazy Baba, Sufi shrine in Kolkata and hashish lovers club uniting various members of Bengali society, from business people and scholars to rikshaw pushers.
Cannabis filled chillum pipe on Beneshwar rural fair in Rajasthan, India.
Paramaribo, Surinam. Caribbean cool. Short visit to ganja dealing place, where one kilo was just being cut in pieces. The police came, said hello, made serious face, and then left, and the boys just continued rolling.
Bus from Dilling to Kadugli in Nuba mountains, Sudan. Transport in that area is so crowded that these guys were standing on the back bumber of the bus, behing the back window all this several hours long journey. They took this opportunity however to smoke couple of nice ganja spliffs.
Blessed is the one who dissolves himself.
Kumbh Mela, largest religious gathering in the world. Naga baba in his tent in Haridwar, on the banks of Ganges.
I won’t tell your mom what you were doing on holidays. Children of the West playing in the eastern shores, tourist and bar girl in Sihanoukville, Cambodia.
Getting in the mood, smoking kif ( cannabis ) during leila ceremony in Meknes, Morocco.
Leila, which means night, a sufi gathering in a hired house. It involves chanting the praise of God, love and sufi poetry, and accompanied by increasingly wild rhythms, a trance called hadra. People who enter into hadra become almost like possessed by some spirits, but it is ecstasy that is suppose to purify them and bring closer to god.
Ganja, religious sacrament in many traditions, some of them reaching back to beginnings of history.
Sufi fakirs in a dargah in Delhi.
Cafe au lait, Thé à la menthe, morning joint. Breakfast in northern Morocco.
Kurdish youth in eastern Turkey. No job, no plan, no tomorrow.
Polish migrants in Dublin spice their life up.
Old tax collector and his friends gather on Thursday night to pray, sing and smoke charas in the small shack near Mazhar Khan Jahan Ali, ancient Sufi shrine in Khulna distict of Bangladesh.
Although ancient way of smoking in India and the most popular one is through the clay pipe called chillum…
…ganja members are always open for new trends.
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Ojo
I just had to share with all of you this... hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Taken from:
http://blog.swiatoslaw.com/?p=202
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Ganja Members
Some years ago I was spending time in ashram underneath Mount Girnar in Gujarat, holy place of pilgrimage for Shiva followers, lovers of crazy God. Thousands upon thousands of dreadlocked sadhus arriving from all India, some of them naked, some of them ended up in the same place we did, to create never-ending , never-sleeping , always coughing circle of chillum.
We were hosted by charming ex- sadhu Hari Giri, loving husband and father of lovely kids running around somewhere in dirty yard. He was a mad person indeed, kind of uplifting, cheerful madness I was almost jealous of. And his question, asked with naughty smile and nod towards chillum, “ganja member, you?” always rings in my mind when similar situation happens in another part of globe , with other companions.
I dedicate this set below to all lovers of herb I met, to conneiseurs of the plant, to Hari Giri, to Lancelot, old Jamaican woodcarver hiding in bushes with his apprentices to smoke spliffs out of sight of his wife, Linda from Manchester, to Moroccan farmers in Rif mountains, to hippies in the hills of northern Portugal, mystics of the east, and hedonists of the west, to countless others obscured in memory by countless clouds of smoke.
Hari Giri, India.
Maha Shivaratri, Gujarat.
Pagla Baba mazzar, Tomb of the Crazy Baba, Sufi shrine in Kolkata and hashish lovers club uniting various members of Bengali society, from business people and scholars to rikshaw pushers.
Cannabis filled chillum pipe on Beneshwar rural fair in Rajasthan, India.
Paramaribo, Surinam. Caribbean cool. Short visit to ganja dealing place, where one kilo was just being cut in pieces. The police came, said hello, made serious face, and then left, and the boys just continued rolling.
Bus from Dilling to Kadugli in Nuba mountains, Sudan. Transport in that area is so crowded that these guys were standing on the back bumber of the bus, behing the back window all this several hours long journey. They took this opportunity however to smoke couple of nice ganja spliffs.
Blessed is the one who dissolves himself.
Kumbh Mela, largest religious gathering in the world. Naga baba in his tent in Haridwar, on the banks of Ganges.
I won’t tell your mom what you were doing on holidays. Children of the West playing in the eastern shores, tourist and bar girl in Sihanoukville, Cambodia.
Getting in the mood, smoking kif ( cannabis ) during leila ceremony in Meknes, Morocco.
Leila, which means night, a sufi gathering in a hired house. It involves chanting the praise of God, love and sufi poetry, and accompanied by increasingly wild rhythms, a trance called hadra. People who enter into hadra become almost like possessed by some spirits, but it is ecstasy that is suppose to purify them and bring closer to god.
Ganja, religious sacrament in many traditions, some of them reaching back to beginnings of history.
Sufi fakirs in a dargah in Delhi.
Cafe au lait, Thé à la menthe, morning joint. Breakfast in northern Morocco.
Kurdish youth in eastern Turkey. No job, no plan, no tomorrow.
Polish migrants in Dublin spice their life up.
Old tax collector and his friends gather on Thursday night to pray, sing and smoke charas in the small shack near Mazhar Khan Jahan Ali, ancient Sufi shrine in Khulna distict of Bangladesh.
Although ancient way of smoking in India and the most popular one is through the clay pipe called chillum…
…ganja members are always open for new trends.
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Ojo
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Just keep twistin that should help with the 'endowment' 
