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Week 9 for 9lb Hammer F2 Plants in veg have been loving the stormy rain weather for sure 😂 They are getting much wider in size. Still not loving these 2 but the bigger they get the more they are growing on me. The pots are the heaviest they could be😅 Extremely saturated from the heavy rain fall. Wont need to be watering any of them for a while...

+ data+charts online rakongrow.lima.zone/growme-mango-kush-auto-015.html Tag 54: die knospen fangen an !!! Aber sie wächst noch jeden tag 2-3cm Tag 52: es blüht, es wächst und macht ordentlich blätter und säuft jeden tag mehr . Tag 50: läuft alles , gibt jetzt ca alle 42 Stunden 1.5Liter . 0.5Liter von unten und 1.0 Liter von oben . es entwickelt sich gut . Licht ist auf max und immer ca 4-5cm mehr abstand (ca 35cm bei der LED) zum wachsen . Ich habs sehr sauer gemacht, weil ich ja noch die anfangs ph fehler drinne habe. CalMag geb ich so wenig wie möglich , solange es grünt scheint es nicht falsch zu sein . +

Last week before harvest

8/8 Rained all night. Still raining today and the forecast says it will continue throughout the day until midnight. It's come down heavy at times but for the most part it's a rain that plants like. Defoliated a couple leaves but nothing really needed it. Without a trellis or my tarps up the grow bags seem to dry out incredibly fast so I need to watch that. It's also "toughened" up the plant wants. I've seen them blowing straight sideways and they were fine. I do need to find that four lined plant bug and spray BT after the rain. Plants lovedcthe nutes. I might feed a little later today or tomorrow. I've got a few things to do but I'll keep this updated. Went over and defoliated ANYTHING that needed it and combed through every plant during a pause in the storm. Then I shook them all off and did a video. This is by far the healthiest crop I've grown! I think they can handle more nutes too so I'm going to up it next feed. Still seeing stptadoc chunks missing and random pillar damage. BT will handle it. It's just so minor I'm not even sure if it should be addressed that way. I've had pretty good luck just looking for them and picking them off. 8/9 Cannabis can grow an inch or two in a day and it definitely has been! The rain has finally stopped. I went and shook all my plants off. I'm going to check and see the last time I fed and try to get a feeding schedule created that won't cause lockout. That's been a problem in the past. I've defoliated a lot of leaves lately but EVERYTHING is looking amazing. Extremely healthy. I DO need to spray BT for the pillars and I need to move that one plant back. I keep forgetting to grab the little wheels I need to make a platform. There are other ways I could do it I guess. I'll keep this updated. No damage from the storm and I went through and defoliated before and after. Forgot to upload shit and now I'm back home with this shitty internet connection. I'm trying to upload this video but we'll see. It's at like 32%. I did a full workout and came back to find this at 77% lol. I need to remember to upload things when I'm not in the middle of the woods. UPDATE: Checked on things and did a video. Need to feed, apply bt and secure individual branches before flowering increases 8/10 LOOKS to be a beautiful day. Growbags are heavy as hell and wet on the bottom. I ALMOST fed today and I still might. The pp in the 10 seems to have leeched a lot of nutes. That and a giant blueberry cheese are the only places I'm seeing a deficiency and I want to keep it simply. I also need to put a trellis up apply BT. also if I'm going to move things around I've got to do it before I put up flowering supports. It's harder to move stuff when it's wet. I'll keep this updated. The girls look fantastic. UPDATE: Went and trellised two of my plants. I was going to feed today but decided to wait until the next time I water. I'm only seeing deficiencies on the phrple punch in the ten and the GIANT blueberry cheese that I watered the most. Bags were heavy as hell this morning but I bet I'll need to water tomorrow. We'll see. Hahaha wow. I'm trying to upload a video but even my tough as fuck plants might have some difficulty in torrential rains like this. Wow. That's all I can say. I'll either go check and shake them off tonight or if it keeps it up I'll wait until morning I guess. What a shit show 8/11 WOW. That's probably the hardest I've ever seen it rain. Got to the grow this morning and found NO damage. It's super sunny amd windy so the bags will probably dry out. I think it's suppised to rain again Sunday. I definitely haven't had to water that's for sure. Nothing was even bent over this morning. The blue cheese I didn't fim or top (I wanted to see gow it grew naturally) pop ka was bent down a little bit but not much considering the pounding it got. You can see on the videos. Since bags were saturated I didn't need to water before I fed. I fed 1.25 pints to every plant. I gave the fifty 2.5 pints and the purple punch in the 10 got closer to a pint. I want to start out slow with nutes as I'm nor seeing many deficiencies. I may fuck around today and put some more trellises up seeing this wind bur when flower comes I can just put my tarp up. I'll update as I go. UPDATE: WENT BACK OVER BECAUSE THE WIND WAS WHIPPING LIKE CRAZY AND TREES WERE DOWN. I SANITIZED ALL MY TRELLISING AND HORIZONTALLY TRELLISED TWO 10TH PLANETS IN FRONT AND VERYICAL TRELLISED THE THIRD. HORIZONTAL TRELLISED THE PURPL WE PUNCH IN THE 10 AND VERTICAL TRELLISED THE BLUE CHEESE IN THE 50 AND THE 10TH PLANET IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CAGE. GLAD I GOT THIS DONE. NOW I JUST NEED TO SPRAY BT AND I'LL FEEL CAUGHT UP. 8/12 Got my supports up and ready now I've just got to find the time to give the girls an application of BT. I've done a pretty good job with manual removal thus far. Bags are over watered. It's Rained so hard and so often that the bags have stayed drenched. Luckily this ridiculous wind has been drying my grow bags out relatively fast. I'm hoping that will be the case today. They're starting to dry out but it's supposed to rain tonight and I think tomorrow. Bright and sunny right now. These are some resilient plants. They seemed to like the liquid kool bloom. I noticed (barely noticeable but I was looking for it) a SLIGHT color change at the very TIPS of a few leaves on a plant but not enough to consider it burn. I will monitor but I think ive got a pretty good feeding regimen. I plan to use as little as I can get away with. I'll keep this updated. UPDATE: WENT TO CHECK ON PLANTS AS I GOT "THAT FEELING". EVERYTHING WAS LOOKING GREAT BUT THEN I WENT AND LIFTED MY DRY 22GALS OF SOIL AND COMPATED IT TO MY 20S AND LIKE I THOUGHT THE WIND HAD DRIED THEM OUT. I CANT BELIEVE HOW QUICK THEY DRY OUT. I GAVE EVERYTHING 1.5 GALLONS AT LEAST EXCEPT FOR THE 10 WHICH I GAVE A LITTLE LESS THAN A GALLON. I GAVE THE 50 A LITTLE OVER 2 GALLONS AND I DISNT NOTICE RUNOFF. I HAD MORE WATER MIXED UP IM THINKING I SHOULDVE GIVEN IT ANOTHER GALLON. OH WELL ITS SUPPISED TO RAIN A LITTLE TONIGHT AND THEN TOMORROW. I HAVEN'T WAYERED IN LIKE A WEEK SO I PROBABLY SHOULD'VE GIVEN THE WHOLE 2 GALLONS. THEY GOT DAMN CLOSE THOUGH. 8/13 Rained like hell last night. Oh course it did. Doesn't really matter though. I had to water. I thibk the last time "I" watered was lime a week ago. My bags were dry. Plants weren't drooping and they might've been ok but I've under-watered twice already to the point they drooped right over dead looking and I wasn't going to do that again. Plants seem to love the nutes I gave. Keeping the tarps off and allowing the wind through and having my bags on pallets has really saved me this year. Everyone else is bitching about the rain and lack of sun but things are going great for me knock on wood. I'm not 'in the ground' though so that probably has something to do with it. I just need to check my plants multiple times a day. These plants are getting massive. The cage is at least 8ft tall and the biggest one is about to the top now. Almost as wide too. 8/14 I forgot to write the entry but I uploaded some pics from this morning. They were wet from the storm but I went back over and took video that's like two and a half minutes plus I took some pictures. I pulled the cage out but I need to undue one of the lathes and pull it forward. I also need to apply BT. Plants seem to be aggressively flowering (some more than others) so it's a real exciting time. I went over this afternoon and everything looked fantastic. I'll try to upload a few pictures but the video will have to wait. Didn't rain today and my bags sry out quick so I'm sure they'll be fine even if it rains. I did notice that the two plants I watered most including the smallest container seem lighter in color. IT might hust be the transition to flower but u think I need to increase feed. On the 10th planet's they are green as can be and have that SLIGHT little almost unnoticeable part you really have to look for on the tips that means it's getting its nutes but it's not burnt. I believe I'm going to have to make feeding schedules for each strain

☀️ // Day 66 🍁 Chopping Day Every grow must come to an end. I can't be the only one who always gets heartbroken when chopping down the plants. I mean, for 4 months you do everything for the plants that they're having a good life. You cheer every healthy sign from them, you want them to love life and from one day to the other, you kill them. That's just sad, isn't it? I am always telling myself that they're basically become a part of us through the endocannabinoid system, so that's their afterlife, right? Haha Anyway, this was a rather stressful grow. I had major problems with the soil, I just couldn't control it. I think it's because of the Peat Free stuff I mixed in, it somehow fucked up the buffer capabilities of the soil or something like that. But that doesn't matter now, I got it under control, the buds developed perfectly but the leafs are damaged by the tips. So it's not the most beautiful plant overall but the buds are very marvelous. They have a rather unique shape, like a pyramid but with an almost flat head? And their purple hue is just breathtaking. It's a very pinkish purple which I haven't seen by myself until now. I am very happy with this genetic in that regard. But let's see how the buds really turn out. I am aiming for a 10-14 day drying period. With 55% humidty during the first 24-48h with 19 °C. I will rise the humidty to 60 % after that period until the end. In that way, I want to make sure that the critical moisture gets out in the first 1-2 days but after that it should be a very, very slow drying to preserve as much cannabinoids and terpenes as possible. Thank you so much for hanging around. I really love this community and I wish that we all stay around for many years and celebrate this beautiful hobby together. The final review will be up in about a month, so stay tuned for the harvest update! Peace, Ganjin 🌱

I have to dry the buds in the dark at 20 degrees in 50% humidity 💯

Cannabis isn't just a plant; it's a test, and most people are failing it. You've been told weed is either medicine or menace, a spiritual gateway or a mind-numbing escape, sacred or sinful. But here's the truth: none of those labels touch the core of what this plant really is. Cannabis doesn't conform to your beliefs about it. It amplifies what's already within you, and that's what makes it dangerous. In ancient traditions, cannabis wasn't a way to pass the time. It was a portal—a tool of transformation—used only by those prepared to meet themselves fully, with no filters and no distractions. Shamans, mystics, and seekers used it to dissolve the ego, not decorate it. Today, however, the plant is everywhere. It's sold like candy, smoked like a trend, and worshipped like a lifestyle. What was once a ritual has become routine. The sacred has been turned into a spectacle. This isn't about whether weed is good or bad. It's about what it does to your soul. Long before cannabis was ever rolled into a joint or packaged for profit, it was a key—handled carefully, reverently, and only by those who understood what door they were opening. At the dawn of civilization, it was never seen as a recreational pastime. It was a sacred tool, aligned with the rhythms of spirit and used only within the context of ritual, fasting, prayer, and solitude. In ancient India, it was offered to Shiva, the god of destruction and transformation—the one who dissolves illusion so that truth can be born. His devotees, the sadhus, didn't smoke for fun. They smoked to die—at least, to the ego. The chillum wasn't an accessory; it was a sacrament. In Taoist alchemy, cannabis was blended with other herbs to refine energy, cultivate inner silence, and trigger visionary dreams. It wasn't used to numb the senses but to awaken subtle perception. Ancient texts describe it as a spirit ally—one capable of sharpening insight or disrupting chi, depending on the user's inner alignment. To the unprepared, it was not a gift. It was a test. Sufi mystics used hashish in ceremonies intended to dissolve the self into divine presence. Yet even among them, the plant remained controversial. Rumi warned against forms of intoxication that imitate awakening while leaving the soul untouched. The plant was revered only when it led to the annihilation of the ego, not the amplification of it. It had to be held like a sword: with respect, or it would cut the hand that held it. Among the Rastafari, cannabis is ganja—the herb of wisdom, the healing of the nations. But it is not merely smoked; it is prayed over. It is brought into reasoning sessions, where words and smoke rise together in a shared search for truth. It is a tool of communion, not escape. It is never separate from the liturgy. In those sacred circles, cannabis is not consumed to forget the world but to remember the divine within it. And yet, here we are. In the modern West, we've turned the sacrament into a souvenir. What once demanded preparation now demands nothing. You can buy weed in drive-throughs, light up between text messages, and scroll through endless content while floating in synthetic calm. The plant is the same, but the context has changed. Without ritual, cannabis loses its compass. When the ceremony disappears, all that's left is sensation. And sensation without direction becomes indulgence. What makes this dangerous isn't the plant itself. It's that we now engage with something once considered sacred as if it were entertainment. Cannabis doesn't offer consistency; it offers amplification. If you're grounded, it deepens you. If you're lost, it magnifies the maze. Most people don't realize they're walking into a temple with muddy feet and then wondering why they see only shadows. The truth is, the plant doesn't decide where it takes you. It holds up a mirror. That mirror reflects everything: your fears, your unresolved pain, your unspoken questions. It doesn't care about your vibe. It cares about your intention. That's why, in most traditions, the preparation was the real ritual. Fasting, chanting, silence, cleansing—all before the first inhale. Not because of superstition, but because they understood that the mind must be stable before it is expanded. Used with reverence, cannabis is not a drug. It's a door. But doors lead both ways. They open to light, but also to shadow. And the most dangerous illusion is believing you can handle both when you've prepared for neither. There's a reason so many people report anxiety, paranoia, or a strange sense of being watched when they smoke weed. Most chalk it up to a bad strain, the wrong dosage, or a chemical reaction. But what if it's not the weed at all? What if the plant is doing exactly what it was always meant to do—stripping away the noise, piercing through illusion, and revealing what's hiding underneath? Carl Jung called it the shadow: the buried aspects of the psyche that you've rejected, forgotten, or never dared to face. Not evil—just uncomfortable. Not malicious—just inconvenient. It's the grief you never processed, the anger you swallowed, and the truths you couldn't bear to confront. The plant doesn't generate these things. It reveals them. Like an amplifier, it doesn't create the music. It simply makes what's already playing louder. And for many people, what's playing is unresolved pain. This is the part of cannabis that nobody likes to talk about. Because it doesn't sell as well as relaxation, good vibes, or being chill. But ask any serious spiritual practitioner and they'll tell you: the path to awakening begins in the underworld. Not in visions, but in discomfort. Not in light, but in confrontation. And cannabis, when used consciously, can be one of the most effective tools for that process. But only if you're ready. Only if you're willing to see your own face without the mask. In mystical psychology, this moment of exposure is sacred. It's not a failure. It's an invitation. The anxiety that creeps in after a puff. The spiraling self-consciousness. The rising paranoia. These are not necessarily signs of malfunction. They are feedback. The system is responding to the shift. What's happening isn't that you're losing control. It's that your filters are breaking down. Your inner guard dogs are panicking because the ego's fortress is being breached. But modern culture isn't built to help you through that experience. There's no shaman. No elder. No circle. You're alone in your room, staring at the ceiling, heart racing, wondering why you feel like you're dissolving. And the truth is: you are. That's what the plant does. It dissolves the artificial. It burns away the performance. And if you're not prepared for that process, it can feel like a nightmare. Not because the plant is wrong, but because the encounter is real. Esoteric traditions understood this. If your internal world is chaotic, cannabis doesn't fix it. It turns up the volume. It invites everything to the surface. For healing to happen, it must. But if you run from that surfacing—if you numb it or distract yourself from it—the cycle repeats. Again and again. High after high. Until nothing feels sacred anymore. Only noisy. This is why cannabis, despite being natural, is not automatically safe. It doesn't distinguish between the ready and the unready. It doesn't decide who should see and who should sleep. It simply opens the curtain. What you do with what's behind it is up to you. And here lies the biggest misunderstanding of all: The belief that the plant is supposed to make you feel better. That's the lie. The truth is that it's supposed to make you see. The pain. The joy. The confusion. It's all information. It's your spirit saying: "Here. This. Look at this." But because we've been trained to fear discomfort, we label these moments as bad trips and walk away with nothing. No reflection. No learning. Just another story about how weed made us anxious. But cannabis doesn't make you anxious. It reveals the anxiety you were already carrying. It doesn't invent the discomfort—it exposes it. And that makes it one of the most honest substances you'll ever encounter. But honesty isn't always kind. Truth doesn't always feel good. And sometimes what it reflects isn't pretty. Yet perhaps it's exactly what you needed to see. One of the greatest spiritual traps is mistaking sensation for truth. And cannabis, more than almost any other plant, tempts us into that illusion. You light up. You feel open. Thoughts seem deeper. Music becomes richer. Synchronicities appear like hidden messages from the universe. Your journal fills with insights you'd never write sober. Everything feels meaningful. Mystical. Even transformative. But the real question is: does any of it actually transform you? The high itself can be seductive. It mimics transcendence. It mimics peace. But imitation is not integration. Feeling expanded is not the same as becoming whole. Cannabis can create the appearance of spiritual clarity without providing the foundation necessary to sustain it. And that's what makes it dangerous—not because it harms the body, but because it can convince the soul that it has already arrived. You begin to believe you've evolved simply because you've felt something profound. But depth is not measured by intensity. It's measured by what you bring back from the experience—and how you live once the feeling fades. Many regular users describe sudden breakthroughs: realizations about trauma, a sense of oneness with life, deep presence, heightened awareness. These experiences are real. The danger arises when those realizations remain suspended in the ether—unanchored and unapplied. They become what esoteric teachers call spiritual inflation: the expansion of the ego around the feeling of transformation without the work required to sustain it. This is what Hermetic and occult traditions sometimes refer to as the false light—experiences that appear enlightened but remain mental simulations. In Kabbalistic mysticism, it resembles the sphere of Hod: the brilliance of intellect divorced from grounded truth. It glows like gold, yet crumbles like ash. You think you've seen the light, when in reality you've only seen the mirror. Insight vs. Identity It's no coincidence that many long-term cannabis users begin to confuse insight with identity. They start wearing the experience rather than integrating it. They sound spiritual. They appear awakened. They quote philosophers and mystics. Yet their lives remain unchanged. Their patterns don't shift. Their relationships don't deepen. Their suffering doesn't dissolve. It simply becomes more poetic. The plant becomes a prop in a performance of progress. Osho once said, "Substances open doors that only silence should open." He wasn't denying their power. He was warning about their instability. A door forced open does not remain open. And the visions offered through altered states can distort reality when the mind is unprepared to receive them. The high can become a pedestal from which you look down on those who haven't seen what you've seen. But often, nothing has been seen clearly. It has only been felt intensely. The problem is not the insight. The problem is what you do with it. An experience, no matter how profound, means little if it never becomes action. A revelation is only valuable when it changes the way you live. Otherwise, the mirror remains just a mirror—and you leave exactly as you arrived. Cannabis can absolutely offer perspective, but unless that perspective becomes practice, it's just stimulation. If it doesn't shift how you show up in conflict, how you face your shadow, how you serve others, how you move through suffering, then it's a spiritual distraction dressed as awakening. And that's the danger. Not the plant. Not the smoke. But the story you tell yourself about what it all means. The high isn't the truth. It's a doorway. But if you stand in the doorway forever, thinking you've arrived, you never actually step into the room. You become addicted not to the substance, but to the illusion of progress. And that illusion is harder to detox from than any chemical dependency. This is why traditions with spiritual depth never worshipped the high. They used it to point to something deeper. They never glorified the vision. They asked what it demanded. Because real awakening isn't what happens on the plant. It's what happens after. It's in the silence that follows. In the choices that emerge. In the humility to realize that seeing something once doesn't mean you understand it. Cannabis offers access, not arrival. But the world doesn't need more access. It needs more anchors. More people who don't just visit the sacred but embody it. Who don't just feel the truth but live it. Cannabis doesn't just affect the mind. It touches the subtle body, the invisible architecture of your being that carries your thoughts, emotions, memories, and energetic imprints. You can't see it, but you can feel it. And when the plant interacts with that field, it doesn't ask for permission. It amplifies whatever is already there. That's why for some, it unlocks intuition, sensitivity, and a heightened sense of presence. For others, it unearths chaos. That chaos isn't random. It's the byproduct of energy that hasn't been cleared. Think of the subtle body as a musical instrument. When it's in tune, cannabis can act like a bow across a string, drawing out resonance, harmony, and even silence. But when that instrument is dusty, out of tune, or misaligned, all the plant does is amplify the noise. And in that noise, people often confuse stimulation for wisdom. You feel more, but you're not necessarily seeing more. You're just louder inside. And when the inner space is crowded, clarity becomes impossible. Traditions that understand this speak of energetic hygiene. It's not a mystical concept. It's spiritual hygiene, in the same way that showering is physical hygiene. Practices like fasting, breathwork, chanting, cold exposure, prayer, and silence aren't accessories. They're clearing rituals. They stabilize the field. They make sure that when you open the door with a plant like cannabis, you're not stepping into a room full of unresolved debris. In Reiki and other energetic healing practices, cannabis is sometimes described as a field disruptor. Not because it's harmful, but because it creates a surge in sensitivity. That surge can help you access subtle energies, but it can also leave you porous. Practitioners who aren't grounded often find their sessions become unstable or chaotic after using the plant. Sensations increase, but control decreases. The same is true in Kundalini work, where cannabis is known to awaken dormant energy before the body is ready to handle it. You feel open, electric, even euphoric, until you don't. Until you crash, spiral, or find yourself unable to ground the experience in any meaningful way. Amazonian shamans say that every plant opens, but every plant also tests. And cannabis is no exception. They believe that each plant carries a consciousness, a spirit, a frequency. And when that spirit enters you, it begins to communicate. Not in language, but in emotion, in memory, in energetic sensation. If you're not clean, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, that communication becomes scrambled. The plant becomes distorted by your own residue. And instead of clarity, you get confusion dressed in insight's clothing. This is why so many people feel drained, unfocused, or emotionally raw after heavy cannabis use. Not because the plant is inherently draining, but because they entered into it unprepared. No clearing, no containment, no reverence. It's like plugging a delicate instrument into a distorted amplifier with frayed wires. The result isn't music. It's noise. And the longer you're exposed to it, the more it wears down your sensitivity. Cannabis interacts with the energy body like fire, interacts with a dry forest. It spreads. It consumes. It brings light, but only if the space is clean. Otherwise, it just burns. Without grounding, without clarity, without intentional boundaries, what was meant to elevate can begin to fragment. You lose focus. You lose willpower. You start living in a fog that feels peaceful, but underneath is a dull kind of stagnation. And here's the subtle danger. You begin to call that fog calm. You begin to associate the dulling of sensation with healing. But healing isn't numbness. Healing is clarity. Healing is the return of power, not its suspension. And cannabis, when used without energetic awareness, can temporarily mask imbalance instead of resolving it. So the question becomes, is your system clean enough for clarity? Have you prepared your inner temple before you invite the plant in? Because cannabis doesn't clean the house. It just turns on the lights. What you see depends entirely on what was already there. Once upon a time, cannabis was only used when the soul was ready. Now, it's used because the week ends here. The shift didn't happen overnight. It was slow, subtle, and disguised as liberation. What used to be sacred became symbolic. What used to be intentional became impulsive. We went from smoke as spirit to smoke as content. And in the process, the plant didn't lose its power. We just lost our way of holding it. In Rastafarian tradition, cannabis wasn't something you did alone in your room to cope with stress. It was integrated into sacred reasoning sessions, ritual gatherings for philosophical and spiritual reflection. The smoke rose with the chants, with the prayers, with the heartbeat of drums. It was a communal ascent, not a personal escape. It wasn't about feeling good. It was about finding alignment with Jah, God, Source, the One. And if your heart wasn't clean, the herb would show you. It wasn't entertainment. It was an initiation. In the African diaspora, especially within Afro-Brazilian religions like Candomblé and Umbanda, cannabis wasn't always central, but the concept behind its use was. Every plant was seen as holding an axé, a spiritual frequency, a purpose, a vibration. To misuse a plant was to misuse its energy, and to do that was to invite imbalance. The ritual determined the effect. The ceremony created the container. Nothing sacred was taken without being earned. There was no casual consumption, only communion. But that's not what the modern world wanted. Ritual requires time, discipline, and humility. Ritual is inconvenient, and capitalism thrives on convenience. So, the plant was extracted from its cultural roots, sanitized for mass consumption, and rebranded as a lifestyle. Now it's wrapped in sleek packaging, endorsed by influencers, and sold with the same pitch as a wellness smoothie. This will make you feel better. No mention of shadow. No mention of mirrors. Just mood boards, pastel fonts, and a shallow nod to mindfulness. The sacred was commercialized. The ceremony was deleted. And cannabis became a product, not a portal. Now people light up while binge-watching shows that feed them more programming. They scroll while smoking, swiping through empty content designed to hijack their dopamine. There is no circle. No chant. No silence. Just stimulation on top of stimulation. And in that layered chaos, the plant becomes fog instead of fire. Numbness instead of clarity. Even the festivals that claim to be spiritual, burning incense, playing ecstatic music, and selling chakra stickers often reduce the plant to background noise. The ritual becomes a performance. The ceremony becomes a costume. And the true essence of the plant, the part that could transform, disrupt, awaken, is buried under layers of aesthetics. But cannabis has no interest in being aesthetic. Its spirit is old, wild, and unapologetically real. It doesn't care about your branding. It cares about your intention. And without a container, its energy spills. It flows into your distractions, into your anxieties, into your unchecked wounds. Without direction, it simply amplifies your current state. That's why some people feel inspired, and others feel stuck. Same plant, different vessel. So when we stripped away the ritual, we stripped away the structure that made the experience sacred. Without that, what's left is entertainment masked as healing. A mimicry of depth. A hollow echo of what once was holy. The plant has not changed. But the way we use it has. And until we reclaim the container, we'll keep wondering why the experience feels shallow, inconsistent, or even chaotic. It's not that cannabis lost its power. We just stopped preparing ourselves to receive it. The ritual was never a performance for the divine. It was a way to prepare you. To cleanse your mind, your energy, your heart. So when the plant opened the door, you walked through it with grace, not confusion. We didn't lose the sacred. We stopped recognizing it. The most dangerous lie is that intention alone is enough. If you mean well, the plant will guide you. But cannabis, like all true spiritual allies, doesn't operate on sentiment. It responds to energy, to readiness, to the clarity of your inner world, not your wishful thinking. Too many seekers approach it with curiosity, but no compass. They light up to feel better, to think deeper, to escape boredom or soften the edges of stress. But they forget that the plant doesn't give you peace. It reveals whether or not peace was already there. Used with discernment, cannabis can be a profound ally. It can help you detach from the noise of the ego, see your patterns more clearly, and soften the grip of your internal narratives. But the key is never the plant itself. The key is who you are when you meet it. Without structure, the experience becomes slippery. Without reflection, the insight evaporates. Without grounding, the openness turns to fragmentation. So how do you use the plant without being used by it? First, by understanding that cannabis should never be your first response. If you feel anxious, don't smoke. Sit with it. Ask it questions. If you're restless, don't escape. Move your body. Breathe deeply. Journal. Only when the body is settled, and the mind is clear can the plant act as a tool of refinement, rather than disruption. Before using, ask yourself, " What am I seeking? Clarity or comfort? Truth or temporary relief? Am I reaching for the plant out of alignment or avoidance? There's a massive difference between using cannabis to explore consciousness and using it to mute what consciousness is trying to tell you. One is sacred. The other is just another loop. The wisest traditions never relied on cannabis alone. It was always one element in a larger spiritual ecosystem. Fasting. Silence. Chanting. Prayer. Breathwork. Cleansing rituals. These were not unnecessary traditions. They were spiritual hygiene. They were the practices that helped prepare the vessel, clear the clutter, and tune the nervous system so that the plant could do its deeper work. Grounding practices matter. Smoke in silence. Sit on the earth. Stay off your phone. Turn off the background noise. Let the plant guide you inward, not outward. Write down what comes. Reflect. Integrate. Take what you learn and bring it into how you move. How you speak. How you love. That's where the real alchemy happens. Not in what you see, but in what you do with what you see. Cannabis without integration becomes a form of spiritual entertainment. You start chasing the feeling instead of doing the work. It becomes part of your identity. You begin to associate your depth with the plant, as if you cannot access wisdom without it. And that's the beginning of dependency. Not chemical, but existential. You forget that the plant is just a mirror. The depth was always within you. The cannabis just helped reveal it. The real journey begins when you can access that state without anything external. You are not meant to live inside the high. You're meant to bring what you found there back into your daily life. The insight is not the prize. The application is. The transformation is. Can you be kind without needing to feel euphoric? Can you stay present without chemical help? Can you walk through conflict, boredom, and routine and still remain awake? This is how you use the plant without losing yourself. By never letting it become your source of meaning. By returning to yourself as the center. The plant may open the door. But only you can walk the path. And if you're not walking, you're just circling. Feeling more. Learning nothing. You don't need more highs. You need more honesty. The kind of honesty that isn't always pleasant, but always real. The kind that strips away the glittering illusions and asks, is this helping me grow or just helping me hide? Cannabis was never meant to be used in isolation. Across cultures, lineages, and centuries, its spiritual use was almost always collective. Not because people couldn't access altered states on their own, but because those who understood the plant knew this. Without a container, power becomes unpredictable. And without community, insight turns to distortion. The plant might open you, but it's the circle that holds you. In the Rastafari tradition, cannabis is not smoked casually. It's part of reasoning sessions, gatherings where the herb is passed with reverence, accompanied by scripture, discussion, chanting, and the pursuit of divine truth. It's not about getting high. It's about getting aligned. Words are shared with weight. Silence is respected. Everyone becomes both student and teacher. Rollers rights, puff puff pass the herb moves clockwise, like time, like energy, like the sacred wheel of life. In that space, cannabis is not the focus. It is the bridge that bonds.

This fast buds Cherry cola is easily one of my favorite strains because it showed me what is possible from home growing, yes I've grown strains much more pretty looking but the terpens of this one were sky high and it was where I learned how to dry my crops properly Everytime

1900x speed 24h time-lapse. Very much happy with their growth speed now after that slow clone phase.

Floración avanzada con carencia de NpK.

3 Days after lollipopping we saw that both runtz are hermaphrodite maybe too much stress but genetics seem to be bad… Now on we check them daily to see if there are any „eggs“ and remove them asap Unfortunately, the brucebanner 3 had a magnesium and calcium deficiency caused by a nutrient blockage. We Head an incorrect PH test. When we checked with another pH test, we found that the pH value was clearly too high at7.5+. Hopefully there will still be something with the harvest… We ordered some calmag and got some ph down by a friend…

Tropicana Cookies Fastflowering by Fast Buds Genetics

Dark Buds for your darkest fantasies. 28% THC that’ll blow your taste buds off. ‍Grower: 'Highigan' (from Instagram & YouTube)

The buds on this plant seem very nice and tight, a nice purplish bud colour started to develop during the 48 hours producing some very pleasant looking buds.

As i said "Week 1 of veg was a tough one. In the middle of updating my grow tent gear, i stumbled upon hardship with the young ladies. The first days was with my old LED light, and when i switched to the new light, they suffered from light burn and high temps adjusting it. They are looking crusty, but we will get through it." Welcome to week 2... Recovery week. 👉5/9 Recovery... Adjusting a tight humidity level control. 👉6/9 At this point im just praying, but prepared for the worst. 👉7/9 Showing a bit of hope. 👉8/9 showing major improvements 👉9/9 showing sign of recovery. 👉10/9 3 plants still stunned 👉11/9 Still feel like im at a plant hospital I have only been feeding ph 6.3 water, with no nutrition. Monitering moisture level in soil, and feeding before dry. -Temps - 26-27 day / 22-23 night -RH% - 65%(+-1.5) day / 70% night (+-1.5)

Works?

Buds are ready afer a couple of months

It was approximately week 7 of flowering, and it was time to harvest the plant as the first signs of bud rot had already appeared on the larger buds. I had to discard approximately 10% of the harvest due to mold, but despite this, the guerilla grow was still a successful one. The harvested buds were immediately placed in the freezer and will be processed into bubble hash in the autumn. In terms of terpenes, it has a slightly fruity aroma with a hop-like finish.

Well she’s is strong and today is day one of flower. I have turned the lights off for the next 24 hours. Cleaned the Reservoir. Increased the nutrients for the flip. I am running 1 mL of each flora grow flora bloom flora micro silica and Cal mag. My 12 hour light schedule be from 8 AM to 8 PM lights on 8 PM to 8 AM lights off. I will need to dehumidify a little bit to get it down to about 50 and then 45 I believe would be good once the pistols start coming in and colas start to grow. Ive been thru a lot with this plant due to user error but the genetics are strong and this plant can take serious abuse. I would absolutely recommend the strain for a beginner as you can see my many mess ups and still this plant survived and is ready to be budded now. She scroged well with topping multiple times. She’s not a fan of heavy nutrients she also does not like a high pH. You can clearly see the bomb genetics in it as these plants tend to explode in growth very easily. I am extremely happy with this growth so far even with the hiccups. I cannot wait to see these callers grow hopefully fat and happy and heavy.

Well this week was really stressful, one of the girls started showing stress in the lower leaves right after I attempted some fimming on her, the nutrients I was waiting for haven't arrived except for some calmag which I think they are lacking... Topped the rest of them just today, hopefully they'll respond better than their sister... thanks to anyone reading this, happy gorw!