Too much of certain homeopathic medicine can give you hepatitis c
Where do you fucking idiots come from? Hepatitis C is a virus you twit!
PC
Too much of certain homeopathic medicine can give you hepatitis c
THC might not be exactly the same compound as LSD, but we cant argue against the fact that THC makes you trip a lil too,,,,,,
THC is not the only medicaly benifical cannabinoid, so why do "WE" focus on THC,,,the answer is because "Westeners" love tripping,,,triping is a sideeffect!!, at this point we are entering into "recreactional drug use" ...at some point "Recerational drug use" becomes "drug abuse"
Oh yes I can -- indeed. I've tripped on LSD a fair bit in the past (gave it up 20 years ago), and no way in hell is tripping on LSD anything like getting high from pot:
Taking THC/pot has never made me hallucinate. And it certainly has never made me see my best friend's neck stretch to 20 feet long, the roof rise up to accommodate his neck stretching that long, my field of vision filling with alternating small black and white boxes filling in to spell out the word "back" rendering me effectively blind (that is, all I could see was the black and white boxes and the word "back" wherever I looked). Finally, after my vision cleared, I was being driven home by a friend and perceived no car but just the two of us in a seated position cruising through the streets as if we were on an invisible flying carpet two feet off the road.
You're equivocating again -- getting high on pot is not "tripping a little" like LSD -- nowhere near.
With all due respect, you obviously haven't done a large enough dose of THC. I've certainly hallucinated when I've eaten too much.
The drugs are still hitting different parts of the brain, and I'm very skeptical that the stories around acid are just propaganda themselves.
<snip> As I heard once more the alien and unreal tones of my own voice, I became convinced that it was some one else who spoke, and in another world. I sat and listened; still the voice kept speaking. Now for the first time I experienced that vast change which hasheesh makes in all measurements of time. The first word of the reply occupied a period sufficient for the action of a drama; the last left me in complete ignorance of any point far enough back in the past to date the commencement of the sentence. Its enunciation might have occupied years. I was not in the same life which had held me when I heard it begun.
And now, with time, space expanded also. At my friend's house one particular arm-chair was always reserved for me. I was sitting in it at a distance of hardly three feet from the centre-table around which the members of the family were grouped. Rapidly that distance widened. The whole atmosphere seemed ductile, and spun endlessly out into great spaces surrounding me on every side. We were in a vast hall, of which my friends and I occupied opposite extremities. The ceiling and the wall ran upward with a gliding motion, as if vivified by a sudden force of resistless growth.
Oh! I could not bear it. I should soon be left alone in the midst of an infinity of space. And now more and more every moment increased the conviction that I was watched. I did not know then, as I learned afterward, that suspicion of all earthly things and persons was the characteristic of the hasheesh delirium.
In the midst of my complicated hallucination, I could perceive that I had a dual existence. One portion of me was whirled unresistingly along the track of this tremendous experience, the other sat looking down from a height upon its double, observing, reasoning, and serenely weighing all the phenomena. This calmer being suffered with the other by sympathy, but did not lose its self-possession.<snip>
<snip> But -- oh horror immeasurable! I beheld the walls of the room slowly gliding together, the ceiling coming down, the floor ascending, as of the lonely captive saw them, whose cell was doomed to be his coffin. Nearer and nearer am I borne toward the corpse. I shrunk back from the edge of the bed; I cowered in most abject fear. I tried to cry out, but speech was paralyzed. The walls came closer and closer together. Presently my hand lay on the dead man's forehead. I made my arm as straight and rigid as a bar of iron; but of what avail was human strength against the contraction of that cruel masonry? Slowly my elbow bent with the ponderous pressure; nearer grew the ceiling -- I fell into the fearful embrace of death. I was pent I was stifled in the breathless niche, which was all of space still left to me. The stony eyes stared up into my own, and again the maddening peal of fiendish laughter rang close beside my ear. Now I was touched on all sides by the walls of the terrible press; there came a heavy crush, and I felt all sense blotted out in darkness.
I awoke at last; the corpse was gone, but I had taken his place upon the bier. In the same attitude which he had kept I lay motionless, conscious, although in darkness, that I wore upon my face the counterpart of his look of agony. The room had grown into a gigantic hall, whose roof was framed of iron arches; the pavement, the walls, the cornice were all of iron. The spiritual essence of the metal seemed to be a combination of cruelty and despair. It's massive hardness spoke a language which it is impossible to embody in words, but any one who has watched the relentless sweep of some great engine crank, and realized its capacity for murder, will catch a glimpse, even in the memory, of the thrill which seemed to say, "This iron is a tearless fiend," of the unutterable meaning I saw in those colossal beams and buttresses. I suffered from the vision of that iron as from the presence of a giant assassin.
But my senses opened slowly to the perception of still worse presences. By my side there gradually emerged from the sulphurous twilight which bathed the room the most horrible form which the soul could look upon unshattered -- a fiend also of iron, white hot and dazzling with the glory of the nether penetralia. A face that was the ferreous incarnation of all imaginations of malice and irony looked on me with a glare, withering from its intense heat, but still more from the unconceived degree of inner wickedness which it symbolized. I realized whose laughter I had heard, and instantly I heard it again. Beside him another demon, his very twin, was rocking a tremendous cradle framed of bars of iron like all things else, and candescent with as fierce a heat as the fiend's.
And now, in a chant of the most terrific blasphemy which it is possible to imagine, or rather of blasphemy so fearful that no human thought has ever conceived of it, both the demons broke forth, until I grew intensely wicked merely by hearing it. I still remember the meaning of the song, although there is no language yet coined which will convey it, and far be it from me even to suggest its nature, lest I should seem to perpetuate in any degree such profanity as beyond the abodes of the lost no lips are capable of uttering. Every note of the music itself accorded with the thought as symbol represents essence, and with its clangor mixed the maddening creak of the forever-oscillating cradle, until I felt driven into a ferocious despair. Suddenly the nearest fiend, snatching up a pitchfork (also of white-hot iron), thrust it into my writhing side, and hurled me shrieking into the fiery cradle. I sought in my torture to scale the bars; they slipped from my grasp and under my feet like the smoothest icicles. Through increasing grades of agony I lay unconsumed, tossing from side to side with the rocking of the dreadful engine, and still above me pealed the chant of blasphemy, and the eyes of demoniac sarcasm smiled at me in mockery of a mother's gaze upon her child.<snip>
http://www.lycaeum.org/~sputnik/Ludlow/Texts/Rats/the.html
Cannabis contains over 400 indervidual bits and over 60 cannabinoids,,,,,,,,western bred cannabis is mainly THCritch...THC is not the best canna has to offer!!,,,,,id even say its too active to be "redily" avalable in places like WALLMART,,,,,
test show only spicific groups react positivly to cannbinoid treatment,,,,,by-all-means get canna to the groups it helps,,,,,i AM NOT sayin THC causes psychosis!!!,,,,,,
BUT I AM sayin "its too active to have in a newsagent`s next to the cigs"..... disspencerys are fine,,,chemist`s are fine!!,,,,make prescription available from the doctor
wouldnt you rather use a less phycotropic substance as an antagonist??, in the search we might find something better than what we have now?,,,,,,
if ya gona say "shops like WALLMART should sell herbal canna in the same form as we have it now" then ya might aswell sell salvia100x and every other smartdrug next to it.....at this point headshops become chemists, an they need qualifications,,,then we are back to square 1,,doctors and prescriptions for THC
recreational drug-use is another debate..
if you wana get "high" then the drug is gettin used for recereational puropses!!,,,,,,there is a fine line between "recreational drug use" and "drug abuse"
put a chemist in WALLMART!!....make prescriptions for THC available in ALL FORMS.....makin budform ilegal is crazy!!!,,,,,,,,,its the ilegality that creates a blackmaket!!
Where do you fucking idiots come from? Hepatitis C is a virus you twit!
PC
Where do you fucking idiots come from? Hepatitis C is a virus you twit!
PC