Saturday, June 25, 2016

Merced County Elections and the Fate of the Cannabis Plant

County Elections

Just a month before the June primary elections, Sister Darcy and I released a political video plea, to urge disenfranchised voters to vote, and to kick-off our ‘anybody but whitey’ campaign to get some people of color on the dole (in the lawmaker position) because Mother Earth and the Sisters agree that people of color are friendlier toward plant-based medicine

People of color (around here, in my experience) never bought into all the lies about cannabis, and many still remember a grandma, aunt, or other female relative who made liniments and tonics from the plant.  This person they remember is always someone they loved, always someone they honored, and always someone that they couldn’t demonize with a reefer madness slant.  It wouldn’t fit.  So even the crisply suited Latino businessman who wouldn’t touch the stuff and strictly enforces a no tolerance rule with his nieces and nephews and children, even he knows its medicine. 

At the risk of sounding like Donald Trump with my sweeping observations, here’s how I see it:

White man tells his kids not to touch the devil’s weed, because white-man is naïve and trusted his government, who lied to him on this subject.

Mexican man tells his kids not to touch the devil’s weed – because he knows what white man does to his people when they use plant-based medicine.  The same thing white man has done from the beginning of their conquering days, demonize and criminalize what isn’t theirs.

So what does come to us from white-man culture?  Alcohol and pills and judgement of anything not understood.

From my perspective, all the intelligence about the cannabis plant has been unevenly distributed to the people of color.  Just like skin pigmentation, whitey got less.  

So what happened on June 7th?  Did we accomplish our goals?  Did we make any progress?  Do we have a shot at less white and more color in our lawmaking bodies for the November elections? For the sake of the plant and the people she heals?

The answer is yes, in some districts.

As an analyst, I am always interested in knowing if activism works.  Intuitively, I know it does.  But statistically?  You can never be sure of the measurement of that influence. 
I did some digging. It appears that since I moved to the Central Valley in 2008, the valley has gone blue. It has taken a decided turn for compassionate progress. I’m not saying that the Democratic party equals that, but for primary elections, June elections, with the lowest turn-out among elections, if you look at the numbers, you can see what’s happening here.

Since 2008, there has been a 42% increase in the number of ballots cast during the June elections.  Since 2008, there has been a 72% increase in ballots cast for the democratic side.  The number of registered voters has stayed the same over all that time.

I believe that the numbers tell us that we aren't getting new registrants, we would have to look at population shifts to know for sure.  But we are winning on getting them to the polls. Of course, it might have happened without us.  It might be happening because, as Anonymous famously says, “When enough people have their asses against the wall for long enough, they will rise up and claim their power.”  Maybe that’s what’s happening.  Certainly this trend tells me that the working class are waking up and coming out.

County Elections

There was no one candidate in any of the three districts with seats opening that had a clear majority.  Anyone with a clear majority wouldn’t have to run in November.  That didn’t happen, so we are off to the races.  The two candidates with the most votes face off in November.  So we need to force some cannabis debates.

District 1
Southern Merced reaching around and including Livingston, 
Planada, Le Grande and El Nido

The two that are competing for the district one lawmaker seat are John Pedrozo (incumbent, who ruled under the ban) and Rodrigo Esponozo, who sounds like he might be of a race that is more plant friendly. 

The Sisters have a vested interest in getting Merced to embrace cannabis and hemp as agriculture, because we have families in this district that would like to use their backyards to grow us organic CBD plant and earn money that we are currently spending out of the county.  The people of this District should be calling these two candidates to see where they sit on plant-based medicine, on embracing a thriving new industry on main street in our town, and make them debate publicly.  The one with the friendlier cannabis industry attitude wins.  I place my bets on the guy who isn’t whitey.

District 2
Central Merced

Lee Lor (our candidate) made it and she will be running against Hub Walsh who, if not stopped, will be doing his third term over the homicide capital, gangsta capital, meth capital of America.  We have more of those things per capita than any other place, and he talks like he’s done a good job.  And he wants a THIRD term!  Puh-lease.  We need to activate for Lee Lor and make sure she takes his position in November.

District 4
Gustine, North Merced, Ballico, Cressey, Winton, Snelling

Good grief.  We have two anti-cannabis bubbas who could spend a lot of money getting here and did, the former mayor of Gustine coming out of retirement because he wants to stay on the dole, against Lloyd, a wealthy white bubba from Snelling.  No good choices here.  The best we can do is perhaps force a debate?  Force them to come out on cannabis business for the county residents?  I don’t know what to say.  We lost on the ‘anybody but whitey’ campaign for District 4.  We are stuck in choosing between two white guys with money.

The city of Merced is going to vote to lift the ban on July 6th.  Mark your calendars.  They are going to lift the ban, but they are going to do it in a way that it will prohibit any cannabis commerce in their town.  They are planning to take back the states’ 12 plant per patient standard, and roll it back to six if not eliminate it.  They are not going to allow main street to have cannabis businesses.  You can be a tattoo parlor, a liquor store, a pill peddler, a porn shop on main street, but you can’t have Mother Earth’s most intelligent, healing plant.  And they are planning to put wide-net forfeiture clauses in to the licensing, so they are really setting someone up to lose all their property.  It’s bullshit.  They intend to make sure no smart businessman (woman) would set up in their town.

The fight is still on.  Cannabis is Agriculture.  Stand with us.  Pester your District dudes, call Merced city council members.  Be there July 6th.  They have to vote on their weak ‘pretend to lift the ban, but don’t really’ two times publicly.  July 6th is our first of two times to intercede. 

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Sunday, June 12, 2016

Breaking Custom

Our Sunday work rule in Sistah-ville is this:  If you must work on Sunday, do something creative or, at the very least, out of the ordinary. 

As I write this, I realize I’ve spent seven hours breaking our Sunday rule by attempting to answer the ga-zillion messages we’ve gotten on Facebook.  With one viral video getting over twenty million views in the span of three days, our phones, emails, social media messaging platforms are BLOWING UP.

We have lots of rules here at the abbey, and like any religion worth its salt, we have lots of breakage.  Turns out, I’m the worst.  But what do you expect from a nun who has her origins in anarchist activism?

Twenty Thousand Website Visitors in one day? 

Twenty Million views on a thirty-second news clip . . . WTH?

Since it is extraordinarily daunting, this massive attention we are currently getting, I put aside my rule-breaking correspondence chores to do something more creative -- to take up quill and hemp to paint pictures with words. 

If you scroll the thousands of comments under the twenty-million-viewed news-clip, you will quickly see that people are going ape-shit over the fact that we call ourselves nuns.  Actually, we were very used to calling ourselves Sisters, but the media called us nuns and we shrugged and went ‘ok – but make it ‘the weed nuns’, and thus, it came to be.

As women who feel called to their professions, called by the medicine, to the medicine, we are actually delighted that the public is going ape-shit over the habit, with not one word of malice toward the cannabis plant.  We are Mother Nature’s best decoys, it turns out.  They are too busy hating on us (on our clothes, actually) to notice that they are actually defending the cannabis plant as medicine!  

I think Mother Goddess smiles upon us every day, and says “You go girls!”.

Controversy Gets the Conversation Going

The media loves to distort things, and they like to leave much unsaid so as to coax emotional responses from the public. And it works!  But the Sisters and Brothers of this order are convinced that the conversation needs to be held, loud, and public, and often.  The Cannabis plant has, against science and truth, been maligned and lied about for seventy-five years and the lights have now gone on, and it is time for everyone to know, for everyone to see.  So we try to bury our indignation, when our earnings are over-stated or our mission is made to look greedy and capitalistic, because their spin is getting the conversation going.

We Are Not Catholic Nuns

You don’t have to look far to learn that we are not affiliated with any contemporary, and especially, any male-founded or male-run religions.  We are clear about that everywhere we go, everywhere we are asked, it’s at the top of the discussion forum on our website, at the top of the frequently asked questions.  We ARE NOT CATHOLIC NUNS.

We stand accused of ‘fakery’

First of all, it is no badge of honor to be associated as a cleric with the Catholic church these days.  They have much to atone for, and they know it.  So why would I want to pretend to be part of that group?  I don’t.  We don’t.  Wearing the Uniform gives us the burden of explaining where-ever we go that we are not Catholic nuns, but we do that, because we don’t want to mislead anyone and yet, it is time for a new age order of nuns.  The people miss them.

Second, the only time some stranger person has gotten angry with me is when he thought we WERE connected to the Catholic church and that poor young Sister Darcy has been forced to take a celibacy vow for life.   He stepped in front of our path and stopped us, as we walked down the street in Oakland. 

His head turned this way and that as he first looked at Sister Darcy, then looked at me, looked at her, looked at me, anger bubbling in his veins, thoughts of pedophile priests ruling the roost, and submissive nuns walking the boys to their victimhood (I imagined).  If his eyes could shoot arrows, they would have killed me.  Before he could utter a word however, I did what I always do and said, “We are not Catholic nuns.  In fact, we are a women-founded, women run, independent order of activist nuns.” 

I had him at the first short sentence.  His whole body relaxed as my words registered in his brain.  The tirade he stored up in his head floated away into the west coast sunlight.  He smiled, nodded, bowed respectfully, and allowed us to pass.

The Choice of Uniform was Deliberate

The transition from Sister Occupy (Fall, 2011) to where we are today is an interesting tale too long to tell here, but it definitely represents a journey towards a calling, towards the plant, towards the clearing of the fog, the dispelling of information, toward the shaming of those lawmakers who shame the plant medicine. 

In that journey, the ultimate decision was to abandon the Marion uniform that is so tightly associated with the Catholic church, in favor of something more in alignment with our political views – blue jean skirts best representing the ‘cannabis is agriculture’ movement.  We wear white blouses and white head coverings in order to set ourselves far apart from the Catholic sisters who have never, to our knowledge, worn such a combination.    

Our spiritual and medicine-making beliefs are based on getting in touch and staying in touch with our ancient wisdom, our ancient mothers and their practices.

We make medicine by moon cycle, as they did. 

We wear clothes that announce who we are to our tribal members, wherever we go, as a way of honoring them, as did our ancient mothers. 

We wear robes that represent devotion and connection to our order, as our ancient mothers did. 

Nothing about our choice of clothes has anything to do with the Catholics, but everything to do with culture.  We could have chosen for our clothing, the clothing of the ancient mothers of this land, in which case, we would have worn skins and beads and looked like Native Americans.  Or, we could choose to wear clothes more similar to those of our Northern European ancestors.  We knew someone would be offended, and chose to risk offending the Catholics over risking offending the Native Americans.  After all, the Catholics gained Native Americans to their culture by criminalizing their own native cultural practices, and gained lands by slaughtering whole tribes, so, the Catholics can take this perceived slight -- on the chin.

We wear very formal clothing to honor the plant that has been so dishonored this past century.
We wear very formal clothing in solidarity with our Muslim sisters who have privatized their sexuality by covering themselves entirely, as we do not believe that they should be the only culture on the planet wearing clothes our ancient mothers wore, to be modest, to be chaste, to announce which tribe they belong to, to honor their people via regalia.  All other religious cultures have gone modern or incognito.  Being alone in this makes Muslim women targets of discrimination.

Spiritual, Not Religious

We believe in and promote religions of one.  What Sister Darcy and I do in our prayers is not ‘religion’.  What we do is practice our trade, our gift, our calling, and we practice it in silence, prayer, and meditation.  We practice it with all our thoughts, with heart and soul, maximizing the healing powers through words, prayers, thoughts, hands, and elements of Mother Earth.  It’s not a religion; it is our work, it is our sustenance, and it is our calling.

We stand accused of standing behind religion for tax favors!

We are NOT a non-profit, because that would put us in the same category as the NFL, which is CLEARLY for profit.  

We are NOT a religion, because that would put us squarely in the same category of those who have been justifying ravaging mother earth and her children without missing a moment of a nights’ sleep, those who use the Bible to judge instead of help the poor. . . no thanks, religion hasn’t worked out so well for the planet, why would we want to be that?

We are a one hundred percent woman owned LLC and we pay all taxes just like any other legitimate business and to do otherwise would be against our own principals as we are trying to make tax dollars for these crummy little valley towns that need capital desperately – that need tax money to build things for the children to do (to build alternatives to meth)!

A New Age Order of Activist Anarchist Nuns

The Catholic nun is going extinct in this country.  I know, because I did a little research during my Sister Occupy years, and although the church is very non-transparent about this and all things (in a long-standing tradition), what I learned was that the nuns are going extinct.  There were 350,000 of them in America when I was growing up, there are now less than 40,000.  

The average age of an American nun is somewhere around 85 years old, the average age of a new recruit?  78.  They die at the rate of 10,000 per year and without recruiting young nuns, they are destined for extinction.  I believe some lost their housing to pedophile suits, so that could have contributed to the thinning of the ranks, as well.    

Even with the convents that are alive and well and have women under seventy-eight under the roof, the women don’t wear ancient garb.  They wear modern versions.  They abandoned the robes and we ‘occupied’ them.  And though Sister Occupy once wore black, Sisters of the Valley wear blue (blue jean skirts) and white or purple and white.

Purple is the significant color of the order because it is the color of suffering, the color of the occupy movement, and the color that you get when you melt together the colors of our bi-polar two party system.

What is a nun?

According to most dictionary definitions, a nun is defined as a woman who lives with other women in devotion to their work or prayer, they work together, live together, pray together and take vows.  

Nothing in any dictionary I saw said you had to be Catholic to be a nun. 

For the record, the first Catholic nun, after whom all Catholic nuns came, was Saint Scholastica.  She founded her order in the 800’s.  But at that time, the Beguines were the popular cultural equivalent and pre-cursors to the nuns of Catholicism. 

The Beguines were women owned, women run, clusters of houses around which hemp was farmed and all the women worked in the farming and textile industry together.  They lived together, in the sense of housing proximity.  They worked together in a spiritual environment.  They dressed in garb that identified their enclave.  They did commerce (textiles). They were all allowed to hold private property.  They were empowered.

The women owned all the property, the Brothers lived among them but made no significant decisions about the operations, and owned no property.  The Beguines did not take life-time vows.  They could leave and return, without barrier or stigma. 

I believe that Saint Scholastica’s first order was built on the dream of being them, but different.  My theory is that she wanted to be a Beguine, but her parents were Christians and the Beguines were self-empowered and probably not Christians.  Saint Scholastica formed her own version, connected to Catholicism, and added celibacy as a new twist on an old custom. 

Submission to a male-run hierarchy, with no female empowerment at the helm, that was probably considered heretical in those times.  If Saint Scholastica had social media to deal with, she would have been sick from the trolls and haters.  Or maybe not.  Maybe she would have smiled and said, ‘love me, hate me, just keep talking about me’, so that she, too, could fulfill her dream of expanding the order into something big and global, which, actually, she did!

A heck of a lot of nuns educated a heck of a lot of kids – planet-wide, in their time.  A heck of a lot of nuns served in many healing professions, as well, in their time.  I salute them for their service.

We emulate a standard of excellence in serving our customers.  But when we have to deal with hard decisions, we don’t say ‘what would the Catholic nuns have done?  What would Catholic sisters do?’.  No, we ask, ‘what would our ancient mothers do?’ and we believe those to be the Beguines.
We emulate a certain system and order to things.  Are we emulating the Catholic nuns who emulated the Beguines?  Or are we emulating the Beguines? 

We don’t believe that celibacy is required to be a spiritual and devoted woman.  We do take a vow of chastity and that is to privatize our sexuality in clothes and manner.  There is an element of celibacy to our practices, as we are celibate during the medicine making moon cycles, but that is a custom, not a vow. 

We take six vows for life:

1.       Devotion – We promise before Godfather and Goddess Mother to devote all of the days of our lives to the growing, making and distribution of plant-based medicines and to promoting the benefits of plant-based medicines and plant-based diets for Mother Earth and her people.    

2.       Obedience – to the Moon Cycles and planting cycles, to the goals of the Sisterhood

3.       Activism – to dedicate time each week to progressive activist causes that best benefit the economic conditions of the poor surrounding us

4.       Ecology – to honor mother earth in all we do, to do no harm during medicine making periods

5.       Chastity – dress and behave to honor the work we do, to honor our ancestors and our people

6.       Simplicity – a life of living simply (one car, one bedroom, one house, one TV set) – we do not believe it is necessary, with the wise, just, and ample distribution and use of Mother Earth’s gifts, for anyone to live in poverty.  As activists, we fight for the $15 minimum wage and work hard to create honorable jobs for the local people.

Offensive Things

If you are still offended by the co-opting of the ‘nun’ look that the Catholics copied from the Beguines and then, decades ago, tossed to the trash bins, hear this (please): 

There is much about society that offends us . . .

Citizens United, for starters.  The fact that we are re-fighting old fights or fights that are unquestionably already answered in the public consciousness.  Equal rights and equal pay for women and minorities and the LGBT community – fighting that in this day and age is offensive! 
Not yet having socialized medicine for everyone.  Trump.  Sending our boys off to wars that we orchestrate for profit.  Denying even bothering to explain what happened on 9/11.  The two-party system, the electoral college, the federal reserve.  The rigged economic system, operated by and for a few uber-rich. Profit on health care . . . profit on burials . . . profit on tuition . . . politicians who work hard to make sure government gets broken or stays broken, and then stand up and shout, ‘hey, you’re broken!’ . . . all this and more, offends us.    

Here’s the Thing:

We are humble medicine-making women who have not yet realized any profit from this venture.  Any monies made are re-invested in bigger batches and hiring more people who have given up on looking for work.  We reach for and employ the terminally unemployed.

We are working to shed light across the planet on the urgent need for all of us to save ourselves and save the planet by changing how we live and how we consume.

We promote plant-based diets, plant-based medicine, and a return to ancient ways.

We believe that the path toward a new way of living in harmony with each other and mother earth is lined with economic security, economic security that brings good health to the people naturally, economic security brought to the people via the cannabis plant, the hemp plant, and commerce in those exciting new (old) industries.

We are not your normal nuns.  We are, however, on a mission from God.

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Sunday, March 13, 2016

Settling the Farm

If it weren't for my activism, and the wonderful people it blows into my path, I would have probably hung myself by now over the farm construction delays.

It never rains in California. IT NEVER RAINS in California, seriously.

I moved here (to the central valley of California) shortly after spending eight years in Amsterdam and after my fourth month, I asked someone, 'it hasn't rained, does it ever rain here?'

I know it really does rain here, but not like Amsterdam rain. Not like Seattle rain. It rains here politely, in the middle of the night or the early morning hour, and vanishes before it can spoil one's day. In Amsterdam, it would rain for weeks on end, morning 'til night, sometimes never seeing daylight, the darkness of the night blending seamlessly into the darkness of the morning. And the rainy season lasted months.

Then came the central valley drought.  And I became one of those people who prays for rain.  Never thought that would happen . . .

And then my prayers were answered, right when I moved to a farm with construction going on, with no heat in either homes, lights intermittent, plumbing intermittent, and laundry facilities non-existent, both kitchens under renovation . . . and then, only then, do we get rain.  No rugs . . . mud everywhere.


One of my growers texted me the other day and said “Did you pray for this shit?”  It made me giggle.  Not recently, I told him.


I have a space heater in my room and I wear a miner's lamp on my head to cross the property from my office to my bedroom at the end of each day.

I never anticipated how hard it is to concentrate and get work done, with pounding, sawing, buzzing, and banging going on. I have cabinet doors on the closets in my office now, but by the time the carpenter was gone, I also had a severe migraine.

And all the surprise expenses that go along with a renovation require that I keep constantly updating the books and watching the accounts. The bathrooms that were supposed to cost $7K in total (two totally gutted and re-built bathrooms in the blue house) ended up costing $1,600 more because we had to re-do plumbing and then re-do tiling because the problems with the plumbing weren't discovered until after the tiling guy was done and out.

The RV that is being renovated to be a bungalow for Brother Zane, well that ended up very poorly with the first contractor, so we paid $400 the first time and got nothing, and then paid over a thousand to get the job done. They have a saying in Holland that goes "I'm not rich enough to afford cheap goods." It rings in my ears as every day, the cost of the less costly options eats away at our funds.

The homeowners insurance company, in just the last few days, handed me a list of things that need repair and none of those things were on the lists of the three construction teams on site. They are mostly trees-brushing-buildings, eaves not painted (?), tree limbs touching roof-tops sort of things that we were going to get to anyway, we just now have to get to them sooner.

The wonderful, beautiful custom kitchen for the abbey that allows six women to work comfortably together around a dual level center counter, turned out to be an additional $2,200 for the countertops than planned, then budgeted, and we aren't getting marble or anything upscale . . .

There was one plumbing company out here a few weeks ago that fixed some $600 worth of plumbing issues, but left $500 in damage for the water they left where the tile work was still in process and they won't answer my calls.


After two full days of spending time with the run-away expenses, realizing that over $5K is unaccounted for, and that all the contractors have not been turning in all their receipts, and after making my own staff crazy in hunting down the mystery expenses, the corker of it all was learning yesterday that five bottles of 151 proof alcohol, alcohol we use to make tinctures, ‘went missing’ during the reconstruction. 


We discovered this in front of visiting media, here to film us setting the batch. If we had any drunks working on the re-construction, I would know it.  I doubt that it was any of our workers, or maybe I am naïve.  We did hire mostly people who were very hard up for work and we have had volunteers on site.  I don’t think it got into the hands of minors, because we haven’t had any here.  I think it’s more likely someone took it to sell it on the black market to get some grocery money.  That’s my preferred scenario, I guess (as if getting robbed can have an upside!).  It screwed up our plans for a big alcohol tincture batch (we’ve been sold out for awhile), but we will recover. 


I am resigned to spending the next forty to sixty hours trying to straighten out overcharges, bank issues, potential fraud . . . argghghghghgh. I just want to hang pictures and unpack. 


On the brighter side, in the last twenty-four hours we got lights on and heat on in the abbey.  Brother John in New York rescued us on our countertop overage for the new abbey kitchen, and those will be installed the 29th of March.  God willing, that will be the end of this little adventure.


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Abbess Office . . . coming together.

Prioress Office

The View on the ride to Merced.

Love visiting college kids!  This old table is being transformed using recycled glass.


Brother Zane spotted this lovely mushroom patch outside my office window.

We went to explore and found many more!

The Brothers having some down time.

One of the Brothers' is settled in the blue house (or getting there)

Our carpenter at work.


The cat hasn't agreed to the terms of the Harmony Agreement (no pets in the homes, we have three barns!).  She had her first menstrual cycle and was miserable and because of the rain, the brothers let her in.  Here she is camped out in my office.  Her name is Oscar.  Yes, we didn't know how to sex her as a kitten . . . her counterpart, Molly, is a male (as it turns out).  We got that all wrong.


Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Word Soup

Yesterday, I spoke with an inspector at America’s largest weed-delivery service (the United States Postal Service), and he advised me to get a label lawyer.  I only call it ‘weed-delivery’ to be provocative.  They are also, coincidentally, the largest deliverer of pharmaceuticals.  Just saying.

The medicine in the cannabis known as CBD actually does come from a weed plant whose proper name is cannabis.  The CBD in the plant is known for pain relief and healing.  It’s science.  Ask the American Cancer Society.

Two years ago, if one googled ‘buy cbd oil’, there were twelve entries.  One year ago, same search phrase, and the results are twelve thousand entries.  Do it now and you get over three million results.  That’s how many options people now have in purchasing CBD.

So why do the Sisters need a label lawyer? 

“Because you use the word ‘medicine’ on your web-site,” explained the inspector.   

We make no claims, we are as transparent and reach-able as possible, we refer everyone to, and tell them to do homework on dosages and what doctors and experts are saying.  We are a resource center, in a way, teaching people to take ownership of their illnesses and learn, and research, and be their own doctors.  I explained all this to the inspector, but he said we use the word 'medicine' on our website.

"It's what we do!  We make medicines by ancient wisdom custom and ritual, or best we can guess at what that might have been, so, yes, probably, somewhere, but we make no claims.  We present it all as a grand human experiment after seventy-five years of mother earth's finest medicine being maligned and misrepresented!"

"I understand." said the inspector.

"And the right to grow is granted us under ‘medical marijuana’ laws," I continued.  "So how can I not use the word ‘medicine’, when it comes from a plant that the government regulates as ‘medical’?"

“Your products are not FDA approved,” I was told.

“We say that, right in our product ads, on ETSY, the world’s largest platform for selling home-made and hand-made goods, by the way.” 

“That’s not protection,” he said.  “That’s not enough.”

“So you are advising me to get FDA approval of my products?  We were planning to get that started this year anyway, and I don’t know this for sure, but I have to guess that the FDA might be an agency that played a significant role in keeping this medicine out of the hands of the people for the past three quarters of a century.  And so you are advising me to ask an anti-cannabis organization to bless my cannabis products?”

The Sisters could use another courier service, he said, because its only illegal to use the post office, it only violates federal post office rules.  In other words, we can call ourselves medicine and our work medicine-work, but just not call ourselves that and use the post office to ship our goods.  Hmmmmm.  

I then explained to the inspector that It is in the core of the beliefs of the sisterhood that women heal women with words.  Can I say that, you know, and still use your postal service?,  I asked.  And won a chuckle.

I explained that it is not an option for the Sisters to use an alternate courier service, because the cost of using another service is double or more, and then, suffering people would have to suffer additional cost, which is silly.  The Sisters have always been advocates of the United States Post Office.  I lived in Holland where the Post Office is the banking system of the people, a non-profit, self-sustaining, bank of the people.  It works.  I think we should just give the banking function to the post office,  raise the cost of a piece of post to one dollar, give all postal employees raises, and make the valley town offices stay open on Saturdays, just like they do on the coast. 

And now, I need the post office to have my back.  I want them to have my back – which was, after all, the purpose of that call to that inspector, yesterday. 

In summary, we the sisters are making and selling home-made goods on the worlds’ largest home-made, hand-made sales portal.  And we consider ourselves to be a sisterhood that honors both Mother Earth and Creator God.  We follow ancient wisdom, where the women make the medicines, and our sustainability comes from medicinal cannabis.  But we can’t use the word medicine, without the FDA, the agency that has rejected the health benefits of cannabis for three quarters of a century.

“That’s my advice, ma’am.”

“Then how do you explain the vast amount of CBD traveling around America, how do you explain the three million ways one can access CBD over the internet and the fact that the vast majority of deliveries pass through the post office?”

“Federal law is sometimes slow to catch up with the will of the people,” he said succinctly.

So I compared this to the laws on the books that remain to this day, the silly ones, like it still being illegal to tie your horse up on main street.  It’s an irrelevant law that no one cares about, but it’s a thing.   And this thing – this calling a spade a spade, it makes the Sisters potentially unable to avail ourselves of post office services.  It makes the cost of that, a new cost to the patients of CBD.