When the Tobacco fields turn into Marijuana fields

I read this morning an excellent article in the Guardian regarding the banning of "legal highs", or to be more precise anything that has a psychoactive effect on the brain.  To me, that seems as if they are banning anything that creates an emotion, they want to turn us into emotionless automatons.  Since most things have a psychoactive effect on the brain how do they apply this ridiculous law?

What happens when in a couple of years the US, legalises marijuana, cannabis, or hemp, and all the tobacco fields suddenly turn into cannabis fields.  With the way the US lobbying system works, once one can make large amounts of money growing, as well as on Wall Street, on weed, how will the UK or any other country stop legalisation?

Once it is legal and profitable in the US, good old snivelling UK will suddenly be all for the legalisation of weed.  All the obvious reasons that they presently ignore, these pathetic politicians will suddenly use as if they have always thought this way, but party alliance has made them speak differently.

Does it make a difference if they suddenly make illegal highs legal?

Tobacco will eventually be such an evil that it will make perfect sense for any wealthy billionaire tobacco company shareholder, to force their company to change to cannabis.  Since the rich billionaires rule Washington, once it is profitable and viable, we will see a seismic shift in drug policy.  Then how foolish will our inept government look.

I predict the end of the banning of Marijuana around the world before 2020, possibly even earlier.   

The Theory of Everything using Imagination

The greatest problem in science is the ability to find a theory to combine the very large with the very small. This has tested the minds of some of the greatest scientists of all time. I am not a scientist, however I have a creative mind and I find there must be a simple answer. What can this simple answer be? Is it a beautiful equation, or an fantastic diagram, no, it is how we see the world and why it is the only way to figure out the theory of everything.

To work out the theory of everything, one has to use ones imagination and imagine the world of the subatomic particle and the madness that is happening. The way atoms and subatomic particles act is so far removed from how large objects like planets, stars galaxies act. Nevertheless, try to imagine that the way the world of the very small acts, is the norm. That everything is jumping around in and out of dimensions, between different universes, and in more than one place at the same time. This is how the universe is at any size, or level. What makes the very larger seem stable is the fact we observe the universe from this perspective. This creates our reality, and we can only see our reality in this stable state, because we could not comprehend the actual madness of how the universe is acting if we saw the universe from the perspective of an atom.

Limits and parameters keep our reality in check, so we see only what our simplistic senses can handle. This also brings us closer to recognising the multi-universe theory, however there must still be an order to how the objects of the universe act, if there was not, how could we create our reality in the first place. It would be simply impossible to create a reality without an order to the madness, quarks, atoms, molecules, living entities, planets, stars and galaxies, even the universe and beyond must work in some kind of order. How and why subatomic particles jump to and from different places in space, can be calculated to a probability, then that being said so these probabilities should be used to calculate other dimensions and universes and how the how infinitiverse in created.

Blind Deaf and Dumb

I fly in my mind,

Whispering forgotten dreams,

Never knowing what it means,

I feel lost in clouds,

Perhaps I should shout out, loud,

Knowing it will not be heard,

As deafening as a vacuum,

All around, yet nowhere near,

Oh well I am not a seer,

Now, brought down to Earth by one’s own mind,

How kind, however now I am blind.

Reality of lies

We are alive in a place where life is not living,

Where the world we see is a fabrication,

An inherently evil creation,

Born out of frustration,

We have evolved to believe in oblivion,

That doom is the norm,

Considered by all to be there but forgotten,

Hidden behind rhetoric and scorn,

Until one day it is real,

And we then make it a big deal,

For we cannot conceal, the truth.

A Beast with Many Heads

Never understood that reason has no reason,

Decisions have major consequences,

Do I have the strength to honour myself?

Will the deal be good, or end in terrible tears,

I suspect it will end in tears, as the beast is stubborn,

As the Whore of Babylon had seven heads,

I face a beast with many heads,

Some more dangerous than others,

We will soon see the path I must take,

Let us pray they do not make a stupid mistake,

One easily avoided.

I dream of a day

I dream of a day when I wake up without anxiety,

I wake up without pain, and unbearable agony,

I dream of a day when the sheets are not soaked in sweat,

And I do not feel, I live every minute full of regret.

I dream of a day when I can feel the suns warmth on my skin,

I can look out at the ocean and know life can begin,

I dream of a day when I can see all the stars, shining, bright,

Just lying there looking up at them, oh what a sight.

I dream of day when your worries are gone,

Never forgotten just gone, even vanished,

I dream of the day when the world is all replenished,

Can one dream of such a day in this world we live in today.

A memory of the day at the sea, and how I wish I was back there now.

To live one’s life in total harmony,

Pain free, happiness assured,

Days of long summer sun,

Dashing around, having fun,

Laughter joy, great adventures,

Going places unknown with new friends,

Sand tickles the feet, as we walk along dune,

One after another single file, then running down to the sea,

I remember that day, it was one of those best days,

Wish I had had more, as you get older the thought seems so strange,

Makes you deranged, crazy with guilt, that its now out of range.