Straight from the CaMels mind

being experienced in these matters, I thought i’d post this, as it seems to be quite true…

Although the ability to perform complex cognitive operations is assumed to be impaired following acute marijuana smoking, complex cognitive performance after acute marijuana use has not been adequately assessed under experimental conditions. In the present study, we used a within-participant double-blind design to evaluate the effects acute marijuana smoking on complex cognitive performance in experienced marijuana smokers. Eighteen healthy research volunteers (8 females, 10 males), averaging 24 marijuana cigarettes per week, completed this three-session outpatient study; sessions were separated by at least 72-hrs. During sessions, participants completed baseline computerized cognitive tasks, smoked a single marijuana cigarette (0%, 1.8%, or 3.9% Delta(9)-THC w/w), and completed additional cognitive tasks. Blood pressure, heart rate, and subjective effects were also assessed throughout sessions. Marijuana cigarettes were administered in a double-blind fashion and the sequence of Delta(9)-THC concentration order was balanced across participants. Although marijuana significantly increased the number of premature responses and the time participants required to complete several tasks, it had no effect on accuracy on measures of cognitive flexibility, mental calculation, and reasoning. Additionally, heart rate and several subjective-effect ratings (e.g., “Good Drug Effect,” “High,” “Mellow”) were significantly increased in a Delta(9)-THC concentration-dependent manner. These data demonstrate that acute marijuana smoking produced minimal effects on complex cognitive task performance in experienced marijuana users.

Source:

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/11682259?dopt=Citation

The atmosphere for the lounge was very chill, just like the weather, most of us had done this before, many times, and were well prepared for upcoming drink of Boa.

First glass, the nausea was mild and passed easily after a smoke.  Once Sayre was chanting and I had my blindfold in place the visuals started spiraling in on swirling tentacles. I said to the plant that i wanted to talk, there was no conversation coming, just instantly i was pulled out into space.

Second glass was also a warm dilution,went in easy with minimal “retching”, within half an hour a warm wave rolled over my body from the inside and I was riding waves into space. This was a very visual glass and the visuals were in space i found myself in intergalactic space looking at all the galaxies around me. Sayre’s chanting led me into a crowded area, there seemed to be many beings in the large space I was in. Still no conversation from the plant, just visuals, when i opened my eyes everything was in pixels.

3rd glass I drank and went outside to sit by the fire. While watching and fueling the fire the nausea came up, and wouldn’t go. The purging jumped on me suddenly it was deep and intense,  by the time i stumbled back to the fireplace my mind was deep in space, I was shown the life parabola, the birth and death cycle and how it continues all around us, all the time, and in everything infinitely.

when it was time for the last of the aya I just swigged it down with a shudder, Sayre then played us some tranquil traveling music, and i got flown out into intergalactic space for a few minutes. The hunger kicked in and the soup was most inviting, right after eating the trip got more intense and i sat at the table starring into space, gaining deep insight, calm and peace.

I found a smile.

An amazing lecture with clear insight…

Respect to the man and all those that brought us this info

You’ve ever said ‘pack the bowl again.’
You think “puff puff pass” or “puff puff give” has a nice ring to it.
You can smell it 100 yards away in a concert.
You have multiple bottles of Visine in various locations “just in case.”
You can’t believe someone “smoked without you.”
You know “Wake and Bake” isn’t about cooking.
You know cigars as “Philly’s” and it’s a hassle that they come with tobacco inside.
You know that if you are desperate you can always find a “nug in your rug.”
You can make a bong out of a juice bottle, a tube, and duck tape.
You have named anything you have ever smoked out of (King Bong, Chibus)
You know the difference between “Schwag, Beezers, KB, and Dank” by appearance and smell.
“Purple Haze” is much more than a Hendrix song.
You know that “Hydro” isn’t just a comic book character.
You have a “friend” that you only talk to because they always have herb.
You have a nickname for it (Herbal Excellence, Big Tom Cruise, Silly Willy Schwage a Dilly).
You fully understand why it should be legalized.
You hear things in your favorite songs that you never realized were there before.
You have “rules” (rule #3 when you say you’ve had enough, you take one more hit. And then that’s enough).
You have ever watched a movie then forgot what it was about.
You ate a whole pint of ice cream and then followed it up with pretzels, a bowl of cereal, and hot pockets.
You can easily quote lines from “Dazed and Confused” or “Half Baked.”
The inside of your car is always dirty.
You have a legitimate argument about why you’re not ‘addicted.’
You belong to the “Find a lighter, pick it up, and all day long you’ll have good luck” klepto club.
People are looking at me. They know man, they know.
You’ve ever had to abandon your shopping cart in a department store and leave because you were “getting bugged out.”
Every idea you ever have you need to write down.
You forget to write down every idea you ever have.
You lived the words to “Sweet Leaf.”
You begin to explain something to a friend and go on a tirade about something random. Then you forget what it was you were trying to explain in the first place.
You are such a vet that you can do “anything” stoned, and do it better.
You wish you lived in Canada, Amsterdam, or Nevada.
Your idea of an ideal vacation is Amsterdam (They have a lot of culture).
You can accurately portray a stoner (and do a fine impression, man).
You have a personal preference between Duchies, Spliffs, Blunt, and Joints.
You know how to roll.
You shed a tear when you see the police burning crops on the news.
You buy gum or Altoids by the case.
420 is a holiday.
2 words – Cannabis Culture.
You know 10-50 different words to describe ganjah. (Pot, Hemp, Bhang, Marijuana, Joint, Reefer, Dope, Ganja, Smoke, Weed, Herb, Marihuana, Hash, Sensemilla, Green, Greenbud, Thai-stick, Green-sticky, Dirtweed, Shake, Indian Canamo, Huang Ma, Mary Jane, grass, Ace, Aunt Mary, Bales, Boo Boo Bama, Buddha, Bush, Buzz, Cheeba Cheeba, Chronic, Dank, Doobie, homegrown, Maui-Wowie, MJ, Puff, Rasta, Reefer, Skunk, Smoke, Spliff, Trees, twigs, Whacktabacky, Whackyweed, Sweet Lucy, Stick, Stack, Shwag, Nuggets, Ragweed)

I’m starting to get a bit fed up with the bullshit that “scientists” pout into the media, the lameness of all the fake media science going out, the breakthroughs that bring us nothing.

Now the leading scientist S Hawking, turned philosophy into science by synthesizing this gem on his voicebox computer… “I want to know why the universe exists, why there is something greater than nothing,”.

Personally I dont see what the big deal is, the universe exists because it can, where there is a possibility of existence, the enviroment or facilities for the support of a system, a system will arise. why… because it can. the mystery here is not why, the mystery is how. Hawking is missing the plot a bit here. Leave the why to philosophy, deal with the how in science.

How did the universe come to be from nothing, what is nothing, how could all this form from it, even if our universse is the holograpghic projection of the thought that created it, how could the thought exist outside of “everything”.

Asking these questions, I feel like a neuron trying to understand the desires of the body.