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seth [userpic]

as the noise of bob marley's survival, the smashing pumpkin's siamese dream, and the greatful dead's american beauty compete for dominience over the tiny speakers of my v600 headphonhes many thoughts occur, rained down from the music and evaporated back into the dream from the jumbled message of 20th century drug culture.
the two competitors fade politely just long enough for me to hear "we're the survivors, the black survivors."
"go in the fire but you never get burned."

there is a part of me that remembers flying through a grocery store in a red polo shirt and a black apron stuffed with a hardcover copy of fear and loathing in las vegabeing used as a photo album and jammed with a minidisc recorder as for the first time in life i woul;d come to know the lyrics of bob marley through the single earbud i would wear during the later hours of our shift.
that was a long time ago, at least three lifetimes before today.

i went to chico on saturday for a "hemp day."
the capitol wellness colective staff was talking about how this redhead guy (he loves being a redhead, whiny) was to head out for the jack herer book signing day in chico to setup a table, by himself. my help was offered, and after some debate between ten and twelve it was decided that high noon was to be our departure time.

when i arrived on saturday we must have hung around burning fatties for at least ninety minutes before we left. we arrived for the last hour of the event, just long enough to find the wolfe.

"feel it in the juan drop" "and if you go, no one may follow"
"we got something they can never take away. it's the fire."
"no water can put out this fire."
"panic in the city wicked weeping for their gold."

chico was the first day i really began to understand what eddy said to me about hempfest.
i asked him what he expected me to do for the ministry at the event, and despite all the discussion of freedom flour wafersb and going underwater, he says simply "you'll be attracting young pussy."
"to where?"
"to me."
that was before eddy started calling me "baby boy," one of those petnames he uses for folks who seem to fill certain roles without making much of an attempt to become part of the family, from what i have seen.

i'm part of the family now.

chico was also the first day that i began to feel seriously behind the scenes.
a man rolls a joint with a king size paper, i'm wearing 100% hemp so there are no questions about who i am and what i am chasing.

he mentions that it's 9-1-1, and i know him.
he also mentions that the other is tripe-ex, and he grows sweettooth#5.
i think eddy was in asterdam when jack showed up with four bags of AA G.R.A.S.S. of the same names. when the redhead makes his way to us and asks if this man is a good grower i explain without hesitation that he is among the best i have ever met. the man with the 9-1-1 was no stranger to the owner of the capitol wellness collective, and when i would explain to her that doug sends his love she would explain that she remembers no doug.
"doug grows 9-1-1- and triple-ex."
"oh. yes. doug."

i mention that i'm looking for the peop[le who brought jack to chico. they weren't from the upper lake crowd, but they were "fellow reverends" of the ministry.

there was a manic woman with posters of her posing with jack and in front of a closet setup. she claimed to have brought jack to us. this woman had no idea who i was. terraspin.
she got to know jack through hanging out at eddy's when eddy was still in jail. the purple G.R.A.S.s. she grew was below OG standards.

after i felt as if i had a pretty good idea of who was in charge and what was being brought before us i made my way into the bookstore to check in with jack. it was 1611 and we were going to want him outside with us as much as he needed to be. after finishing up the last two requests we packed up the table and began to leave when an employee of thw bookstore asks to have two coloring books done. he draws a cartoon face of himself, these take between ten and twenty minutes each. i stand with him as he works these out, hiding the cigarette-sized spliff i brought under whatever was availible.

when we finally made it accross the street and with a chair for jack i lit the spliff with a raylight crystal, i was out of practice and it took long enough for one or two people to notice.
a nice girl with a short mohawk said something from a blindspot and i chose to ignore her. after i passed the joint to the circle i grabbed a bag of G.R.A.S.S. from the redhead.

at this time i noticed a joint at least as thick as a nickle being passed on by a man with one arm. i didn't understand the significance of this until later on that evening.

i found the mohawk girl by the maniac terraspin table. terraspin said she signed off two posters to me, i failed to grab them.
the mohawk girl, kelly, asks if everything i am wearing is hemp, i reply in affirmation and she blurts out "there should be more people like you!"

i showed her how to focus the raylight crystal. i noticed the scars on her left wrist as she held the lens up to the ra, carpeted. she was in an incredibly cheery mood, it was the GR.A.S.S
we burned two or three bowls as members of her "family" would approach to take two or three hits and wonder back off. they were from somewhere "north" of chico.

it didn't make sense to be sharing godsend GR.A.S.S with someone from the north who had been deprived of sacrament, but things were strange that day.
much of the world had been turned upside down. i was wearing andrea's ring on my left hand, now replaced by the rose crest and stowed away on my lanyard.

i felt bad about leaving the redhead alone with table and made my way back to him after having medicated kelly to the edge of theraputic width. the redhead warned me that he was worried about losing some of our paperweights to the crowd. i sent him inside the bookstore to get a copy of emperor for jack to sign. this table was wear we had set jack up for the ccircle, and was no a bad place to be in proximity of the fatty rolling one armed man and doug the 9-1-1 hero.

as things wind down there is talk of a party near chico. as jack left the redhead suggested that i ride along with them, a little late..
he was headed back to his daughter in sacramento, and i was on a mission. i had seen an amtrak station on the drive in, i knew i wasn't too far from being on the way back no matter where i was.

i grabbed the note with the address from my driver and took my other bag out of his car. he said "you have no idea how you're going to get home, do you?"
i acknowledged this. explaining that if jack was going home i could get a ride to upper lake, and if i can get to upper lake i'll be at eddy's and i will be safe.

he sent me off with the rest of our gram of "super cross" and i made my way back to the one armed man to arrange a ride.
i gave the instructions to kelly's family not expecting to see them follow along, the one armed man told the skater crowd of boys to meet him at his house before heading out to the rest of the evening.

this one armed man is mike from that point on.
the passenger side of his car only opened from the outside. a two seatier with spider webs where i might have stretched my legs forward.

we made it to his property without using any freeways. there was a house, but he lived in a temporary building placed in the backyard. he talked about how he grows giant plants. i mentioned that i was from eddy's and he said that he thought i looked familar.
linda and erica said that i've been photographed as much as either of them, it made sense that he had seen me somewhere.

at the top of his room was an old poster from eddy's, the same one i had seen at the berkeley patient's group.
he mentioned that he believes in doing things differently than eddy does, somethign i've heard many times from many personalities.

eventually i begin to understand that this is the man from eddy's story about his trimming staff. this was the man who disappeared from the ministry for two long and reappeared minus one arm. he worked past the point of exhaustion, as the story goes, eddy approached his wife about asking mike to slow dow. eddy explains that mike's wife is a lady, and when she told eddy to go fuck himself he was quite off guard.

the woman explained that was the only time mike ever got out, and to tell him to slow down would seem insane.
this might have been the first real glimpse eddy had of the effect that medical cannabis has had with the disabled isolated community.
i've heard audre rtalk of folks who lived decades indoor by themselves before finding the communities of oaksterdam and san francisco compassion. i know that story from experience.

chico was the first day i began to understand what eddy said about hempfest.
it was also the first day that i began to see thefield from a bqackstage perspective.

when i was in san francisco for their million marijuana march i was recognized by folks who had met me ithrough the dispensary communities. this was nothing new.

chico was much different.

the entire thing was like a strange dream. nothing about it felt real, i had never been to chico before but it was full of people i know.
people i had heard of isd the strangest thingto come accross.

once in a while there will be a cat who says something like "you're hyperseth" and it's kind of chilling, , i'm finding the big world to be much smaller than the internaet.

i sense the dynamic of these stories changing.
i see that more and more i will be meeting the reputation of long before ever imagining that i would be meeting them. by the time i'm twenty-five i'll be one of the old guys., someone who everyone knows how to approach.

it's pretend out there. everyone knows exactly why everyone else is present, and no one knows anyone.

i managed to get over a week's worth of ghanjah that day. this time of year the trick-or-treating is good, events local almost every weekend.

beyond the handful of G.R.A.S.S given to me by mike there were two of my king size spliffs left on the counter by doug. i've been using the ghanjah from those two joints in my pipe for five days now.
the choclates i bagged up from his collection were also of top quality.

it's good to have family.

strain:: weirdweird
seth [userpic]

anyone who is in the bay area

and anyone who wants to go to the bay area

i'm looking at a trip to San Francisco and Dublin on wednesday in honor of my reverend coming home.

talk to me if this sounds like fun.


For Immediate Release
Tuesday April 19th 2005

Rev. Charles Eddy Lepp To Be Released On 4-20-05.

Rev. Charles Eddy Lepp will be released from custody Wednesday April 20th 2005 thanks to Lynette Shaw, from the Marin Alliance. Shaw has come through with the property needed to insure Rev. Lepp’s bail.

On Monday April 18th 2005 at 3:00pm Shaw, along with Omar Figueroa one of Rev. Lepp’s lawyers, met with the prosecuting attorney, David Hall, on the conditions of Rev. Lepp’s release. With the promise of Shaw’s Marin County home as collateral and the guarantee of all formal paperwork to follow soon after, Hall agreed to release Rev. Lepp. They will all meet before Magistrate Judge James in the San Francisco Federal Court Building on Wednesday 4-20-05 at 9:30am to officially release Rev. Lepp.

Upon his release from jail Rev. Lepp will be allowed to medicate and posses his medical marijuana during his trail but must promise not to grow for himself, his family, or his patients. Rev. Lepp has spent a total of 63 days in jail awaiting his bail. On 2-15-05 he spent the day outside of the court building in lake county petitioning for a fellow patient and activist’s trial which was in progress.

On Wednesday February 16th 2005 he was arrested and has been awaiting his bail ever since. Rev. Lepp’s supporters urge all media and supporters that can to be present for Rev. Lepp’s court date at 9:30am on 4-20-05 in front of Magistrate Judge James at the San Francisco Federal Court Building.

Rev. Lepp will be released from Santa Rita County Jail in Dublin California shortly there after and will be immediately available for interviews. Please contact the Santa Rita Jail for any information about his release on 4-20-05. Or you can contact Eddy’s Medicinal Gardens and Ministry of Cannabis and Rastafari directly at 707-275-8879, please leave any contact information needed to reach you and they will get back to you as soon as possible.

Press Release By:
Craig Lemire

For More Information Contact:

Linda Senti or Craig Lemire
9176 Upper Lake Lucerne Rd.
Upper Lake CA. 95485

Primary 707-275-8879
Secondary 707-319-1773
Fax 707-275-9717



strain:: awakeawake
noise:: sku ost02 bgm 16 1trkrepeat

SOAP theory
britain banned the making of soap
so pilgrims went over the ocean
they built the first clandestine labs

and now i make sOAP

SIPD conspiracy
medical marijuana is FUCKED

"292.82 Substance [Inhalant, Sedative*, Other (or Unknown)]-Induced Persisting Dementia"


juan love

hey brits

there's a decent picture of me in red eye #16, page 53


i'll try to get a scan or something. it's a good article about the ministry i've been living at.

seth [userpic]

throughout the day there are people in and out of the living room, this place could be thought of as the core of our ministry.

"good morning NBC" or whatever they call it was on the television, eddy and i were the only people in the room at the time. the heater is by the couch. two welders were just in talking about the fence, eddy's girl had left on an errand. the television gets to the 'five minute's' panic, the kind of segment they show to help parents worry about there children all day right before they leave for work. the 'discussion' on the screen was explaining what a "hook-up" is, and how "hook-ups" appears to be taking the place of "traditional dating" for many teens.

i was reading book of five rings.
from four feet away, perched on a rolling stool, we were both close enough to the propane heating element.

"i sure as hell wish i was healthy enough to be over in iraq killing people about right now."
the brodcast carries on in its' absurdity
eddy had a look on his face and got halfway through a gesture with his thumb for half a moment while he must have been deciding who he was talking to.

the meaning had not been lost on him, i said further that i might not be in iraq if i were healthy enough, but damn it i wish i could have been.

i went back into the book. his gaze returned to somewhere between the coffee table and the telescreen.

our lives in martyrdom.

seth [userpic]

i don't remember what i was thinking when i woke up this morning.

the sun was already rising. by the time i got out of the bathroom the light had begun to crawl through the black plastic and unfinished walls, i didn't notice this right away. it was already almost seven thirty, but no one was up yet.
i lied back down, it's less uncomfortable. i put on an extra shirt, this wasn't easy. one of the construction workers came up the driveway with loud music.

on one side of the bed i had thrown some clutter, the laptop had clicked and chirped by my ear the whole night through. i decided that i was lucky to have something so quiet be the loudest thing keeping me up this night. i plugged in my headphones and loaded the doors and some background music from a cartoon i've loved forever.

as i tried to rest my neck back on the sheets my head was held in a way that i could not help to see what i had been looking at.
i loosened the cord as it stretched with me, found camera, i took at least a dozen shots.

i want there to be a painting made from those shots.

standing on the bed, shooting the upper corner of the jack herer suite, mr. morrison starts going off about how we need a real war. this is too much for me to indure by itself, i always listen to at least two files at once. there is a certain angle that i know the camera can use to crystalize light. i hope that i found that angle this morning.

somehow: this has been important to me. more important than what is inescapable.

i wake up in the living room, it's late for me: almost six-thirty.
the airbed was moved behind the sofa for me to sleep on because jack and judy showed up yesterday.

i suppose that it's really some kind of honor to be here with jack. a little over thirty years ago he put a book together known as the emperor wears no clothes, this book is where most everyone has learned over the years how to be a hempster. to summarize the research collected in this volume: everything should be made from hemp, the world is dying because we there aren't enough hempfarms to support our modern world.
every word of it is true, a ripe example demonstration of just how upside down mankind has positioned itself.

i can hear the noises of the couple stirring themselves awake. there are no finished walls to seperate us, sound and wind travels freely around the black plastic shrouding the frame of our ministry. throughout the night one can hear a television upstairs muttering quietly..

there's a lot to say

about everything

happy birthday to me. i'm 17.

seth [userpic]

i'll be in san francisco today for a noontime protest

at the corner of TURK and LARKIN

the federal building

450 golden gate ave

from the dispatch:
WHAT: Protest against DEA raid of a city-licensed cannabis dispensary in Rosevville.
WHO: Medical marijuana patients, caregivers and advocates.
WHEN: Noon, Wednesday, September 8, 2004.
WHERE: Federal buildings in Sacramento (5th and I), and San Francisco (Golden Gate and Larkin).

and i should be back on the way home not too long before 1pm

no more.

seth [userpic]

it's been a long time since i've actually made any real attempt to give anyone any idea of what my life has been like.

once in a while i get the feeling that i might be meeting someone who knows that they are alive.
i do not believe in prophets, i have never met a true hero.

the truth is not mine.

seth [userpic]

Shit happens.

This is our Ministry, one week following the raiding parties.

Tens of thousands of small plants have been donated by troubled citizens...Collapse )

seth [userpic]

in the early morning we leave for San Francisco,
our protest will begin at nine am.

power shall shift hands,
life goes on.

USDOJ: Major Marijuana Growing Operation Dismantled

DEA raids Lepp's pot farm

Lepp arraigned in federal court

Please Join Us! We Need Your Help Now More Than Ever!

One week ago my home was raided by criminals from the several American Law Enforcement Agencies.

Men with assualt rifles might have been shouting "federal agent," men with handguns might have been shouting "police," men cutting down plants might have been shouting "D-E-A."
In what would later prove to be little more than an orgy of insecurity and confusion; one man was arrested, thirteen were detained for public intoxication, dozens of non-resident volunteers were sent walking away from the property without their belongings along highway 20, and several children were driven away from their home and family.

There is no decency to be found in the raiding party fed on embarressment and miseducation. There is no cause that could justify waking children with assault weaponry. Volunteer patients were handcuffed and held for "public intoxication," human rights were violated, misinformation was served by authorities.

Medicine was stolen from the homes of patients, property was lost and money has gone missing. Fields of medicinal cannabis were destroyed by overzealous eradication forces in an effort to cripple and terrorize the Cannabis Sufferer's Civil Rights Movement. Irresponsible mercenaries failed to secure their payload during transport, scattering hundreds of pounds of fresh green marijuana to be discovered along miles of highway to be discovered by unsuspecting citizens.

No amount of restitution will calm the stress or ease the trauma from bearing witness to such blatant crimes against humanity.

The true beauty of Medical Cannabis is not to be found in view of fields of medication or the powerful public demonstrations, the soul of this movement is not coated in gold and wrapped in cash.
What is and will always be wonderful is to see and understand how deeply connected this community is. What amazes me is how far others will go to help one another, this is what will never die.
We have all seen crops fail in the hands of pirates and thieves, as a people we have become surrounded by death and suffering in love and family.

To us the end is not when an industry seeks to profit from our demise. Our end will not be when men are contracted to destroy our health care and invade our homes. What we fear will not be the face of a gun toting over paid terrorist. The children will not be raised to cower in the shadow of an unprovoked enemy.

It is not from the perspective of a victim that I will write my account of what transpired on the morning of August the 18th 2004, but from the eyes of the belligerent convalescent. Powerless authority shall not shape my words.

strain:: draineddrained
noise:: Hendrix, Marley, Tosh (allow multiple instances)
seth [userpic]

On the morning of August the 18th 2004, at approximately half past seven, four dogs were stirred from there rest as Eddy made his way to the door. I heard him say that there were government agents with heavey weaponry approaching the house.

I went to my bedroom and grabbed an extra pair of pants and made my way into the kitchen to kneel on the ground between two cabinets.
An armored government employee with a lighted handgun made his way through the kitchen patio door and aimed his weapon towards my upper body. I was asked if there were others with me, and I replied that I could not confirm where people were and were not at the time. I was led outside, asked about grabbing my boots, was told to quit fucking around, and to lie on the gorund outside the kitchen door.

Another patient volunteer yelled a warning to the employee tending to my person that I am very ill and couldn't respond like a healthy citizen.
I made my way slowly to the ground while trying to hush the loudmouth and making a small joke about diarrhea to the confused and frightening employee who was waiting for me to find my way to the ground.

Immeadiatly after lying crooked on my back with my knees bent I began to whistle softly, quickly enough two of the dogs were withing arms reach of me, I held on to the collar of each dog with seperate hands in order to keep them from running around and causing trouble.

There was a larger group of people closer to the driveway, I was in an area away from the main group at this time. The raid carried on until all parts of the property had been "cleared" and all of the people had been gathered on the ground in front of the driveway.

At this time I was asked if I could move to the main group. I let go of the two dogs and carefully stood up, then slowy walked to the center of the group.
I came to lie on the pants I was carrying while a couple of loudmouths yammered on at the government employees controlling the crowd. I joked to Jason that "Maybe we'll be getting hot showers today" and ignored the noise from that point on.

One volunteer was seperated from the group, several were handcuffed. After some time I was asked to take the chair of that the oldest volunteer was sitting in, probably somewhat due to the pathetic nature of my appearence. I began to stand up, was offered help, took the arm of a government employee and was asked if I was carrying any weapons etc. I raised my arms and was quickly patted down and led to the chair. I sat down. I might have been asked if I required medical attention at this time, I was asked this question several times. My reply to this was "Not yet."

I put the pants I was carrying on over the other two pairs of pants I was wearing at the time.
I sat in this chair while a handful of government employees taught themselves how to operate a digital still camera. People were beginning to be identified.

I was in a row of approximately fourteen adults and two small children. Twelve before me were made to hold up a number and be photographed. This was stopped right before me.
They were told to walk away from the site and to come back for their belongings and vehicles when there was no more "marijuana" in sight.
I was asked for identification, I replied that I had a California ID in my wallet in a jacket inside my bedroom.
After some time I was then led inside to retrieve my identification. A government employee led me through the kitchen door and into the bathroom to where my luggage was placed. I pointed towards the jacket, the jacket was cleared. I asked about my boots and handed them to the employee, making small talk about the item. The boots were cleared and I was asked for my identification. I pointed out my wallet on the floor and was led to urinate, then led back outside.

After sitting in the chair in the sun I was photographed and labeled thirteen, tot he best of my knowledge.

After sitting in the sun I was led to the shade and given a bottle of cool water with a woman and her two small children.
She was told to go walking down the highway with what I remember to be an infant female and a male toddler.
At this time I may have been asked if I was in need of medical attention. I was told that I could be arrested and taken to a hospitol or driven to town and abandoned at a restruant. I refused the option of being taken to town and explained that I was being taken from my home and the food I must eat because of my special diet.
After some time I overheard government employees speaking of Erica's three children's Grandfather coming to pick up the children. I asked if it would be possible to leave with this group of children.
I was soon led to the steps where the group of handcuffed volunteers and told that it would not be possible to lead me to a restroom.
A yammering volunteer provoked a government employee, the employee began to explain to us that there were other medications aside from cannabis. The loudmouth explained that the issue was between patients and doctors and then he was quieted.
I was asked some basic questions, and then more waiting for a bathroom.

Eventually Eddy was led out of the house and sat in the center of the group. I explained to him that they were talking about taking me to a hospitol.
Soon the grandfather came to pick up the three children, I asked about getting food from my room, then I was led away with the children.

seth [userpic]

there are "friends-only" entries...

if you're into that kind of crap, that is.

Should Seth restart this journal?

If he feels like it.
It would probably be a waste of time.

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