Showing posts with label tincture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tincture. Show all posts

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Shona's Secret

Cannabis patient rights pioneer Shona Banda is fighting for her life. Again. The first time she survived a nearly fatal bout with Crohns by treating herself with THC oil she learned to make from Rick Simpson’s YT classic Run from the Cure.

Now Shona’s been dragged into drug war hell for secrets she was forced to keep as a citizen living under prohibition. Making cannabis concentrates—in the presence of a child, especially—for herself and fellow cannabis patients is a serious crime in Kansas and in many other states. She’s been branded a criminal, and worse, an unfit mom. She’s facing thirty years for defying grossly un-American laws. The ‘good’ news is her story might just be enough to end the war.

The big reveal in this saga is that Ms. Banda is alive only because of a most convenient truth; cannabis is a non-toxic, not physically addictive medicinal flower that is (when used properly, of course), totally safe, even for children and pets; an ancient remedy that can work for some of the most common ailments of these ‘progressive’ times; alcohol abuse, insomnia, stress, migraines, depression, fibromyalgia, MS, ADHD, PMS, PTSD, late-night barking…

Doubters search US patent 6,630,507; Cannabinoids as Antioxidants and Neuroprotectants, filed back in 2003 by none other than Health and Human Services, the same agency that continues to insist that cannabis is bad, just bad. And these are the people We The People are taking orders from? Wake up America!

In the waning years of prohibition, 20th-century industrialists have every right to be pissed. The cannabis trades are booming, despite every attempt by a hoard of Federal agencies to dismiss, disrupt and intimidate ganjapreneurs. Cannabis patients and fans alike are leaving the ‘pills butts and booze’ drug reservation in droves; choosing their favorite forbidden flower for medicine because it works, treating themselves in private because it’s nobody’s business but their own, and sharing the truth they discover with anyone who will listen.

Treating yourself in private—using doctors for diagnosis and emergency care and taking care of the rest with herbs, flowers, good food and practices—drives drug prohibitionists crazy--a third choice between greedy and frightened; it's just a flower, madam.

So now a lad with cannabis country smarts dares to stand up to drug warriors he knows are full of shit—and unwittingly unleashes on his family the very worst of America. The eleven-year-old is detained. Authorities are notified. His mom, Shona Banda, no less, arrested and charged.

Sorry Kansas. We’re Americans first. Our lives. Our bodies. Our right to explore, choose and responsibly use nature’s bounty of options. For Christians in the know it’s Genesis 1:29; Cannabis is ours; God said.

And boy oh boy, just wait until Middle Americans find out about all this! Washington will have some serious explaining to do. And soon after that, America’s longest and most indefensible war will be over.

Stay strong Shona; we’ll get you out of this.

Tunes to make our quiet revolution less so...











Thursday, July 17, 2014

Tincture Testimonial

A Prohibition state woman contacts a tincture maker in Colorado. Mom has a rare form of cancer. She's not doing well with the chemo, and the disease isn't going anywhere. He makes her a batch of potent green dragon tincture; 8 drops strong. She meets him at the border, gets it to her mom. The mom is skeptical about the pot 'medicine' but agrees to take a full dose four times a day. Weeks go by and then...

"I wanted to give you an update on my mom. She continues with chemo and had scan results about a week and a half ago.  The dr. told her that treatment is working so they will continue to treat. She continues to take her medicine 4 times a day. 

She has been gradually increasing her dose with a large dose at night. She is sleeping well, still off all pain meds and is feeling well. She cleaned her room today and went shopping. She has maintained her weight since starting the medication. 

She went to the dr today and they couldn't believe how great she looked. A nurse she is close to asked her what she was doing? She told her she was taking the "stuff". The nurse gave her a high five! Mom is very pleased with how things are going.  She continues to be very committed to taking her medicine..."


Nuff said. 

Prohibition era tincture boil. Rhode Island. 2011

 Related story, a heartbreaker

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Free to Choose/essay


Jack Herer’s vision of unrestricted cannabis freedom is becoming a reality as patients escape the drug war by growing their own

Since the end of days was just another day, 2012 may be best remembered as the beginning of the end of cannabis prohibition.  We have a long way to go before we are all free to choose cannabis, and a long time to wait before Middle Americans look long enough to feel the pain and see the need.  Sadly, the Cash Hyde story was not what everyone in America was talking about before everyone was talking about the Newtown horrors.
Mainstreamers don’t go to cannabis festivals, they don’t watch compelling documentaries like Waiting to Inhale and Hemp and Rule of Law, and they wouldn’t think to read Marijuana is Safer.  While cannabis legalization in Colorado and in Washington State certainly appeared on mainstream screens many times after Election Day, the coverage was often reduced to a sound-bite, a pot joke, or a pitched debate that left viewers sure that there are two sides to every story.
Prohibition propaganda taints us all
The insulation from the truth has been so deeply installed that it could take generations before the lies and the misconceptions about cannabis have been cleared from our collective cultural consciousness.  Consider, for example, this supportive point of view offered by the new Miss Universe Olivia Culpo, the day after she was crowned.  Ms. Culpo, a native of the progressive state of Rhode Island, told Huffington Post Live:
I don't think it should be legalized for recreational purposes, because it's been proven to prevent people from their full potential and I don't think that's a good thing for society. If we're trying to move things forward, a drug like marijuana does the opposite, it will slow things down. But for medical purposes I think it's great, but for every day? No.[1]
Give the woman an A for effort and a C for accuracy.  Those are better grades than many cannabis fans would give NORML these days.  Ironically, even as the medicinal truth is coming out, the original freedom fighter for us all is sticking to its charter that says this fight about marijuana, and marijuana is a smoked recreational weed.  Director Allen St. Pierre has even called the medicinal movement a sham perpetrated by greedy enterprisers.  How last-century is that?
Mainstreamers, of course, know far less about the true nature of cannabis.  They still live deep within the psychic, social and physical bounds of drug war prohibition, and work without complaint in unconstitutional environments where they submit to drug tests to make sure they aren’t using the forbidden flower.  Workplace policies on drugs are forceful but not the least bit drug free:
Pot is not allowed, not even on your own time, and certainly not as ‘medicine’.  Don’t even ask!  Pills are fine as long as you have a prescription for them.  Tobacco breaks outside?  That’s your right.  Drinks after work?  We’ll see you there... 
Negotiated Freedoms
Keeping mainstreamers out of the loop and in the dark is a long-standing prohibition-era practice that both sides firmly agree on.  Leading reform groups like the Marijuana Policy Project (MPP) insist that the time to engage voters comes after the terms of reform have been settled and the baby-step bill is ready for sale and debate on the news shows. 
A good example of this incremental march to freedom can be seen in Massachusetts, a decriminalized state that just voted to allow the creation of a dispensary system that will serve patients who are sick enough to qualify.  Northampton lawyer Michael Cutler, a skilled veteran of the movement, recently described the legal framework to The Boston Globe:
The law allows for 35 outlets in the state’s 14 counties, with at least one per county. How the distribution works after that is all up to the state Department of Public Health, which has until May 1 to issue its regulations. Some kind of competition for licenses could open up in the summer, and by the fall those decisions could be made. Then the first dispensaries could begin to open by the winter.[2]
The admirable big picture vision of the baby-step strategy is that down the road, once the safety of cannabis is obvious and the commercial frameworks have all be worked out to the satisfaction of the parties in control, further steps towards liberty will be taken.  In time, they hope, we will all be free to buy cannabis from any vendor we choose. 
Until his death three years ago, Jack Herer was the aggressive ‘free means free’ advocate.  He had no patience for negotiated liberties.  He would be delighted to know that as he foretold, true cannabis freedom is unfolding as a matter of personal choice, in private homes and gardens all over the world.
The Grower Next Door
Private home cultivation is taking off not just because the government is doing everything in their power to limit access while they figure out how to control the game, but because increasingly, cannabis patients feel their choice of medicine is nobody’s business but their own.  The drug war offensive of 2012 drove millions of patients out west back into the shadows.  The ones who went home to grow their own won’t be coming back. 
In Rhode Island patients are permitted to grow in the privacy of their own residences, so dispensary access cards won’t be a huge seller when they’re finally made available.  RI growers are a passionate, cooperative community, as evidenced by the nonprofit model developed by Sensi Organic Solutions.  SOS empowers financially strapped medical cardholders by setting them up with donated equipment, soil and clones, and then guiding them through the first grow.  For help after that newbies can go online or turn to seasoned growers in the SOS network.
The classic stealthy Phototron
Homegrows, especially in urban areas, can still be a seriously risky undertaking.  Growers are keenly aware that their little gardens are lucrative targets for black market thieves, and that in most areas cannabis cultivation remains a deeply misunderstood and socially unacceptable practice.  The solution is secrecy, and after more than 40 years of war, cannabis growers know how to hide.
Serving this market are countless local hydro and grow supply shops, and enterprises like GrowLife, SuperCloset, and BC Northern Lights.  Since these companies are careful to point out that their products are intended to make stealthy home cultivation fun and easy only for legal flowers and vegetables, they are free to sell to anyone; online and in any state. 
Naturally, there is no way to figure the size of the hidden home cultivation market, but it is safe to say there are private grows all over North America—even in neighborhoods where no one ever talks about that sort of thing.  If mainstreamers knew who in their midst was doing what with cannabis and why, they might begin to see the demonized flower in a different light.
Reality in Fiction
With the truth a few clicks away, the power and the task to reveal this hidden world to mainstreamers is in the hands of filmmakers who can command the attention of millions.  Surprisingly, the less a film is about cannabis, the greater the potential reach and impact.
Great flicks like Savages and Pineapple Express certainly took the time to show and tell the truth about the medicinal cannabis community, but most of their viewers were already pretty far along on that learning curve.  Instead, think about movies like Urban Cowboy (1980), Steel Magnolias (1989), Fried Green Tomatoes (1991), and The Bridges of Madison County (1995). 
To be sure when those classics were released cannabis was not being used as medicine by those types of characters.  That is no longer the case.  Patients, seniors, substance abusers, preachers, school teachers, professionals, and neer-do-wells alike are re-discovering cannabis for all sorts of good reasons.  Film audiences are a savvy bunch and they can tell when they are seeing the truth in fiction.  They can feel it in the performance, in the honesty of the character, and in the familiarity of the scene. 
Now imagine a 50-something movie star in a starring role (sympathetic or otherwise) casually flipping open the door to a grow box hiding in a closet near the kitchen; snipping and hanging a few colorful flower tops on a line while explaining to a stunned visitor that the buds will be dried to make tincture…for insomnia…and for hangovers…
Twenty seconds, maybe, but with power!  The power to inform, to awaken, and the power to help dispel the crazy notions America’s unholy drug war hath wrought.




[1] http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/12/20/miss-universe-olivia-culpo-gun-control-marijuana_n_2341473.html?ncid=edlinkusaolp00000003
[2] http://www.bostonglobe.com/magazine/2013/01/06/making-medical-marijuana-work-massachusetts/BXTULyegwdhk8MwjbPrRcM/story.html

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

My Grinspoon Moment



Dr. Lester Grinspoon


Sometimes a single meeting can change your life.  Such was the case for me when, in the early summer of 2005, I met with Dr. Lester Grinspoon.   

For readers who may not be familiar with the work of this cannabis movement icon, Dr. Grinspoon is the famed Harvard psychologist who wrote Marijuana Reconsidered, the very first prohibition-era text on the true medicinal nature of cannabis.[1] 

His book was published at the height of Nixon’s escalation of two major US wars; Vietnam and the war on drugs.  Originally intended to be a warning to stoners he saw protesting around Harvard Square, Dr. Grinspoon instead learned and reported the truth about this ancient herb—an act that cost him professionally as colleagues quickly distanced themselves from his ‘pro-pot’ findings. 

In one sense cannabis is truly addictive because people who learn the ancient medicinal truth about it can’t shut up.  Lester Grinspoon has spent his life in the field; and his appreciation and awe of the plant has only deepened over time.  In 2007 he wrote: 

It is a sad commentary on the state of modern medicine -- and US drug policy -- that we still need "proof" of something that medicine has known for 5,000 years…If marijuana were a new discovery rather than a well-known substance carrying cultural and political baggage, it would be hailed as a wonder drug.[2]
Lester didn’t know my father personally, but they had been classmates at Harvard Medical School.  When I called for an interview, he asked if I was Stephen’s son. 

Stephen E. Hedberg, MD.  Brilliant surgeon at Mass General Hospital in Boston.  Heir apparent to his mentor Dr. Claude Welch, Chief of Surgery.  Endoscopy pioneer.  A Buckley conservative opposed to the war on drugs.  Skeet shooter at The Country Club in Brookline, sporting the vest pin; If they take away our guns, how can we shoot liberals? 

Dead at 54 from hepatitis contracted after cutting himself on a patient’s shattered bone.  At the time of his death, he was fighting a lonely battle against insurance giant Blue Cross Blue Shield and the Dukakis Administration[3] in an effort to prove that the healthcare system was being manipulated for profits and threatening to wreck the doctor/patient relationship he cherished. 

Being around the age my father was when he died, and looking just like him (minus six inches and 50+ pounds), I wasn’t surprised Lester remarked on the resemblance as he invited me into his home office in Wellesley.  We had a good chat about the advocacy possibilities for his popular website,[4] and as I was heading out, I confided that I was a lifelong headache sufferer.

“My doctor tells me I’m killing myself with too many pain meds…I’ve started taking a hit of weed along with Aleve or Excedrin.  It seems to help…”

Lester chuckled, “Throw away the pain pills and learn how to make cannabis tincture!”

He had a call coming in so I thanked him and left; excited because I already knew how to make tincture!  I had been a tiny-plot outdoor grower for years but never a heavy consumer, so after a few seasons I had a bunch of dried old buds from previous grows.  I decided to try a simple extraction; bake the green material at about 280 degrees for a few minutes.  Place in canning jar and fill with grain alcohol to cover plus 10 percent more.  Agitate daily for ten days.  Strain.  Cannabis tincture.

To be sure, I didn’t know I was making medicine, much less a remedy for migraines.  I used it for feature film outings.  I was married with children, and even though my wife didn’t completely object to marijuana, she was not about to let me blaze away in the parking lot of local theaters.  A 40-drop dose before we left the house would kick in just as the movie got underway, and the effect would last through the credits and well beyond.  She never knew, and probably attributed my euphoric responses to my love of big screen movies, and to the fact that as new parents we didn’t get out much.

The first time I tried my concoction for a migraine, however, I wretched violently.  I couldn’t handle the alcohol content.  With a gentle boil I reduced the ‘menstrum’ by more than half, and swapped the jar for a tinted dropper vial.  The result was a stealthy, sexy, deep emerald green extract that was kick-ass at 15 drops.  Green dragon tincture; ancient medicine.

I was hooked.  I got online and it didn’t take me long to discover that In 1839, Dr. William B. O'Shaughnessy, a British physician at the Medical College of Calcutta, published On the preparations of the Indian Hemp or Gunjah.  Suddenly cannabis tincture was all the rage.  Queen Victoria used it for relief of PMS. Her personal physician, J. R. Reynolds, studied cannabis himself and declared it "by far the most useful of drugs" in treating "painful maladies."

Dr. William Osler, founder of John Hopkins University and author of Principles and Practices of Medicine, noted that cannabis tincture is “the most satisfactory” treatment for migraines. That discovery pissed me off, and in 2009 I called a local paper to have them write a story about my offer to teach patients how to make their own tincture in the privacy of their own lives.[5]

Instead of opening doors, they all slammed shut.  Stoner neighbors fretted about having a noisy loose cannon in their midst, and Yankee friends and family, some closet tokers among them, were quick and brutal; 
 
Sit down.  Shut up.  Laws are made to be followed, not broken… If you don’t like the law, work within the system to change it…
At Babson College, where I was working at the time writing teaching cases about bright ideas and inventive entrepreneurs, professors would squirm and smirk like red-faced schoolgirls at the very mention of the emerging enterprise frontier that must not be named.

Until just recently, parental commitments moored me in the Great Prohibition state of New Hampshire, so I have dealt with this aggressive social shunning for years.  Possibly the most telling example of the deeply entrenched insanity is that Yankee pot-parents, former progressives who still enjoy weed in the shadows, keep silent on the issue as uniformed DARE officers visit the schools and lie to their children about the dangers of cannabis.  Some of those parents buy into the social contract so completely that when their children ask about their experience with marijuana, they dutifully lie, duck and dodge.

Since everyone including local lawmen now knew what I was all about, I couldn’t risk even a small grow.   What little tincture I managed to acquire came from showing legal patients how to make their own (mostly down in Rhode Island, currently New England’s freest state).  While vaporizing also helps lighten up my headache days, I have recently developed tinnitus so I can’t blaze at all.  Needless to say, with my daughters now grown up and getting out, I’m heading for a free state where I can begin to more fully explore extracts and edibles. 

Dr. Grinspoon has been a legend for decades.  He’s also a really nice and genuine guy with a deep passion for telling the world the medicinal truth about cannabis.  I look forward to seeing him every year at Freedom Fest on the Boston Common.  He always smiles and greets me warmly with the same words;  My gosh, for a moment there I thought Dr. Hedberg had returned…



[1] Harvard University Press, 1971, reprinted with updates, 1994
[2] http://www.boston.com/yourlife/health/diseases/articles/2007/03/01/marijuana_as_wonder_drug/
[3] Michael Dukakis served as Governor of Massachusetts from 1975 to 1979 and from 1983 to 1991.
[4] www.marijuana-uses.com
[5] http://www.nashuatelegraph.com/news/490100-196/lyndeborough-man-advocates-cannabis-to-help-reduce.html