TFTC: The Laughing Martian God

Week 21 Welcome my wonderful audience, welcome once again to my closet of cultivation for another episode of Tales from the Closet: The Laughing God of Mars, brought to you by Mars Hydro, for a pro grow go with Mars Hydro! Last week our hero Jobbie was introduced to the darkness he feared, the plant was showing signs of the end and indeed, this story only has a few episodes left, so to help us decide what to do next, let me know whether you want more stories or would you rather we go back to writing scientific reports for growing. I await your replies and if you decide to ignore this request, then may you be cursed with a terrible trip, wouldn’t curse your grow, love the plant too much. Now let us descend into the Darkness where Jobbie awaits us. After an unknown amount of time I awoke to a snap, this was not a sound from around me, it was something in my mind that had snapped, a loss of communication to the divine, the place of happiness in my head that it would normally inhibit was now devoid of anything, it felt like a house you had known occupied with friends now lying empty with no sign of the happiness once held within. Everything around me was pitch black, it was of a mild temperature if I was to guess, it was around 20c. I sat on the hard ground, my body ached from lying on it, it took a few minutes for me to realize my eyes would not adjust to the darkness, it is impossible to adjust to something that you cannot work in. my hands searched around me for something to indicate where I was, there they found a wet patch on the ground, and something dripping from above on to it, reaching up to find the source of this water my hand touched something hanging from the sealing, immediately I recoiled, there was a sense of familiarity to the touch, so reaching out again my hand grasped the long item that was hanging, then the back of my hand brushed another one, there were many hanging. My hand came back sticky from investigating, lazily my mind searched for the answer my subconscious already knew, the smell is what gave it away, that sticky smell of my plant, my God, just hanging there, ripped branch from branch, dripping water used to wash it. Horror poured through me, my mind spun and my stomach flipped; it was dead, no more laughter would be heard, it felt like I would never be happy ever again, the laughter was gone from the world, it hung dead above me. It was obvious they intended to do the same thing that they had done in New New Old Amsterdam, they would burn it in a big ceremony, likely this time without all the religious stuff as that had become less prevalent in the government's broadcasts. So in darkness I sat, occasionally they would put food through a hatch, but this was not anything regular as far as I could tell, a few times out of boredom I counted while waiting, but with only a few attempts it came to my realization that there was no uniform to the frequency they put food through. This was a form of torture that the state used, complete deprivation of all senses and normality, it was designed to drive people mad with boredome and frustration, likely they had some sort of night vision camera watching me, the sick bastards. The funny thing was, being in the shadows meant that I no longer feared them, it became like a blanket that hid me from the world, that now, I could relax into; with this relaxation the grieving process could begin. 0000000000000000000000000000000000000 ..524. mk,./íí . .0 (My cat decided to write something, I have kept it in) Loss is one of the most powerful things we can endure, everyone says that Love is the most powerful emotion, but this emotion is only a powerful motivator when it forces us to do something, for the rest, it is rather emotive, it is the womb ourselves crawl into and feel safe. Loss is the opposite, it rips us out kicking and screaming, forces us into a world that is unfamiliar to us and says “swim or die”, we can often be crippled entirely by loss and just die slowly hiding from the things that scare us, the fear of losing again, but as my grief washed over me my mind began to realize that this is just another experience in life, nature giveth and nature taketh away, and she doesn't care as this is her way. As my body and mind experienced the natural waves of grief come and go, my mind once again began to heal back stronger, instead of waiting for another wave to batter me, it was time to plunge into life and push to the other side of grief, to find out what happens when I fight my way out. Thank you friends of the world wide weed! We have once again delved into the closet and come out the other side into another black hole, we hope you have enjoyed this harvest special, soon we will have the results of the smoke test and have the actual weight up for all to see this devilish prize! Until next time, Hail Mars Hydro the light that makes dreams grow. Good NIght! Notes: 36 hours in Darkness before the chop, branches mostly were shaped like a wishbone so hanging was easy, did a bud wash to keep her nice and clean, loads of shit came off as per usual. She hung in the tent with no light for two weeks until branches snapped and not that bendy thing. Happy so far but I am learning a lesson about where to cut, how many branches and how to maximise light exposure. Tent conditions were 50-60% humidity and 18-20c. Second Note: Took a week off cause my mind was in a dark place, feeling much better, sorry for the distance, it's not you, it's me! Also left my tablet at a friends which has my grow stuff on it so no fancy photos... but, having done my first computer upload... this is way easier, might have to change my platform.

Greetings great growers of ganja and those who simply enjoy the green. Welcome to another episode of “Tales from the Closet” where we will be finishing our story “The Laughing God of Mars” We hope that you are strapped in and ready for the final installment of this journey my mind is taking your mind on. Last week it was all darkness and misery, here we will join our hero Jobbie to see what light might be at the end of the tunnel. We would like to take this opportunity to thank Mars Hydro for the awesome light that has fueled this grow, through sun and snow, you were the power behind the show. So here we go, on with the episode. Drip, Drip, Drip. Until it slowed and then stopped, the water evaporated and the stench was like decomposing grass, it went on until now, now when the first light hits my face and the brain in my skull can no longer understand what it is, so much like any animal encountering the unknown, I cower, not because I am a coward, but because I now want to live, the Darkness and quiet gave me clarity, that I will survive, that I have nothing to truly fear if my body and mind are willing to do what it takes to seize that survival. It is obvious however, that they intend the opposite. However, an old book once claimed that Faith was believing things without any tangible evidence to say you should, so, I have faith much like the people of yesteryear, the people of Earth History, that something will happen, it has already happened once which kicked off this rebellion. Now, now that the rebellion seems destined to fail in death, I still have hope that will propel me forward. Dragged out by chains, processed by the authorities, led by rough hands of a jailor was my life for a single afternoon. The Government went to extreme measures and care to make me look like they looked after me, yet also styled me to look like a typical bad person in any show or movie. I breathed, in and out, slow and steady. Once you consign yourself to a fate, then there is nothing to do but wait and relax, no need to get impatient or angry, just relax and let the stream of life take you where it will. I was a twig floating down a river, I was no longer in control, so there was no reason to panic or get annoyed. It was late at night when they took me out of the installation, a massive crowd was gathered, hemmed in by Security forces. They took me on top of a huge stage where many dignitaries from all the corporate factions were seated, there were sermons and propaganda of all kinds being spouted from the microphone. There I stood numb to it all, being hung out to dry like the plant, the plant, my God that they now paraded for the crowd. Many of the faces in the crowd were rebellion members, they stood there with shame and pain contorting features. There were also, the shadow men, they had followed me here and maybe came to gloat over their win, even though their features remained blank as the shadows they are made of, it felt as though they were gloating. With words like “Sin”, “Vice”, “Disgust” and “Evil” being spouted regularly from the mouth of the orator, the conclusion was accompanied by an ensemble of musical instruments, the plant was brought out and with a crescendo, dropped into the pyre. The flames reached instantly, flaring up high into the night sky, almost as though the tongues of flame were trying to lick the clouds, smoke billowed out, the aromatic hints of garlic and lemmon surrounded me, surrounded us, surrounded them. I looked out and noticed all of the shadow men begin to lift their cowls from their head, slowly they released them down their back, and with this they all disappeared, faded into the smoke. It started as a few small voices, a cough here and there, then a chuckle and someone laughing. It was a ripple effect that took over everyone in the Capitol, the smoke infected all of them, no longer was the laughter from my God in my head, but it was on the lips of every person that the smoke touched, in a way it was like the Ghost of my God had possessed everyone and changed their mind, opening themselves up to happiness and peace that the corporate machine could never have given them. I saw Barbara walking up the stairs with a big smile on her face, she took keys from a downed guard who was rolling around, laughing with tears streaming down their face. She walked up to me and stared out, joy radiated from her eyes, she removed my constraint to the sounds of my God coming from the mouths of all the people in attendance. We left the stage, we left the Capitol where on that fateful night a divine plant had changed the hearts and minds of a planet, hand in hand, Barbara and I walked into the Night and once again, disappeared. Thank you peeps peaking through the peephole of my grow, thank you for Mars HYdro to supply the source of the light in my life! We made it to the end of this story, forever changed by the experiences you have all been witness to in this closet, however, with every ending there will be a new beginning, the cycle of life and death is without end, so keep your eyes peeled for more “Tales from the Closet! Mwahahahahahaah! Notes: Harvest went well, got the most out of one plant I have ever managed, so I was happy about that, the smoke is a weird one, it feels a little young with that almost narcotic high, but due to there being a large mix of trichomes you also have this heavy feeling. This is a great harvest to sit, chill and have a laugh. Thank you for sticking around, I also have about 4oz of trim for making oil, so yay for edibles! Will have a diary where we talk about my cooking experiments soon. If you haven't tried edibles, make sure to tune in, you are missing an entire other world.