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.