CHAPTER 47 The End - The Legacy; Plant Your Seeds

"Like a Bird on a Wire,

Like a Drunk in a Midnight Choir,

I have tried in my way to be free."

- Leonard Cohen -

If there has been a point to be made throughout this book, it has been to view an underlying motivation for my life and the way I have chosen to live it. It is one I think, of a quest for freedom. In that quest and in that struggle, there has been pain for myself and others. There is always pain where freedom is being sought. For those I have hurt, I am apologetic. For those who have hurt me in their own quest, thank you. I am grateful.

Writing "The End" to one's own Autobiography requires a great sense of satire. I have to assume that you also as a reader must possess a certain twisted sense of humor and are prepared to have me make great fun of you as I poke fun at myself.

There has to be a legacy to all this - a purpose. Something to give reason for it all to have occurred. Without that, we might all just as well commit suicide early on before our lessons are even studied, much less learned. SOMETHING to pass on to the younger ones in the next generation is required. Self Justification demands it.

So dear friend and patient reader, I present you with this legacy;

Plant Your Seeds

Just those three words. It's not a new movement you understand, just the continuation of a movement that began in the 1970's and for some reason, fizzled out about the time Jethro Tull cut their last album. Jethro Tull was the name of the band yes, and the band was named after the British inventor of the Single Seed Planting Machine, ca 1800.

Just those three words. "Plant Your Seeds". On bumper stickers. On stationery. At farm supply stores. Hell, put it on my gravestone.

How exquisitely righteous, the legacy of this movement that it should continue to its logical conclusion. Note that I did not say SCATTER your seeds, I said PLANT them. Cover them with dirt. On fence rows. In your neighbor's window box. In the cornfields. In shopping mall flower beds. In cemeteries. In the mountains. In the valleys. To the ocean white with foam. God will Bless America. Plant your seeds. Leave them. Don't go back.

Nothing in America has been more insane than the McCarthy Era Morality outlawing marijuana, applied with a grand dose of J.Edgar Hoover's homosexual paranoia and persecution, of the society that is America.

Please do not misunderstand. I am NOT suggesting that you or anyone else attempt to legalize marijuana. That would be stupidity, sheer folly AND against the law. Worse, eventually destroying the economy. I AM suggesting you plant your seeds and leave them where you plant them, for future generations or maybe even yours, to find and appreciate.

You see, it is the logic of Ghandi. Ten thousand Hindus against 50 British soldiers need only disagree to win the battle. If the rumors are true, helicopters are now equipped with computerized scanners that can actually identify the color spectrum of marijuana plants, even through a conventional attic roof. That may be. The point is, small clumps of uncultivated and unattended pot here and there throughout the countryside are simply not worth the manpower it takes to separate the "boys" from the "girls" and turn it into rope.

Do not flush your seeds. Do not throw them out the car window. Do not scatter them on gravel roads or grind them up in the disposal. Plant them.

Take your butterfly net, squirrel gun or coon dog or child or freind and go for a walk. Plant your seeds. If you plant ten seeds, about five may sprout. Two of them may be female and live to dump several dozen seeds in the same spot next year, or be harvested and smoked or eaten by some blessed Child of God.

You see, in just a few years they will be EVERYWHERE. Thus, the plants will lose all street value. Dealers will not be "busted" they will phase themselves out of the market as the supply and demand finally balance.

There will be fewer bar fights and traffic accidents caused by alchohol consumption. Millions of cases of glaucoma will be cured and many young mothers can give up the absurd hyperventilation of LaMaze as they adopt the ancient herbs to help them relax as in days of old.

But there are even more health issues involved as we come to realize that cannabis tunes the entire spirit of mankind so that nature can do naturally what it is prevented from doing by the chemical imbalances in our medicines.

It is not just the eyes that get well but the whole body. You finally relax.

You come to realize that False Values have no value at all.

That lies are only good for money.

That the response "Who cares" to the question of Sales Motivation is THE CORRECT response!

I look at this reasoning now at over the age of sixty, having hardly smoked a joint in over twenty years. I don't mind coming forward to support The Movement though. It's been a helluva life. Some things you just don't forget. Good health, good times and love.

You CAN do something for the good of mankind. You and others like you in your generation CAN help save this world and maybe - just maybe - help me live forever........
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