Cannabis Compassion – Two Words that Created a Family

Our own family holds the words preciously “Cannabis Compassion” – although the era in which we became a unit has come and left. Compassion didn’t pick up heavily in the ’60s when hippies in the woods emerged with the plant to help others, at least that’s not what I’ve witnessed in a life that’s seen quite a bit. What happened in droves as cannabis legalization swept across the country was a wave of love and giving – it happened before the thoughts of making billions and branding every last creation made was ‘the way’ to do business. At the beginning of the relegalization movement, Cannabis was still a plant that came with traditions, many of which have left. 

Even the comradery of fellow cannabis users has changed from the days when we sat down and slowly rolled a joint to talk things over and passed it back and forth – when it got small enough the roach clips were sought after. Then, there was yet another ritual in which this tiny thing was passed back and forth until not much could be seen of it anymore. In today’s world, we have so many smoking apparatuses, vape carts, dabs, and the list goes on – that time we spent bonding is now spent on cell phones reading articles like this or watching a video of some odd occurrence. 

How did the Compassion start?

On one August day in 2016 an everyday occurrence, bringing oil to a patient in need, seriously changed life and not just for me but for an entire family. The meeting of Genevieve led to her Mom and I getting together over the following months which has created a family that has continually thrived from the plant as well as how we all got it. I personally started as a cannabis compassion recipient – somebody brought me oil nearly a decade ago after a roommate from Korea who couldn’t speak very good English made me CBD resin to use and I had no idea what it was. My whole journey started because of the people who gave.

Our world has decayed a bit and not in a way solely based on how we’re using resources – it’s how people are using each other. But, Cannabis Compassion changes all of that as it’s purely giving and it includes the love of Mother Earth – nature in itself is so healing but it’s by far second to that care people feel when a person listens to their issues and responds. The hardest part about compassion is there’s never enough to go around and things run out – it’s one issue that’s led to this era slowly eroding as corporate cannabis and the laws to allow that to flourish take over.  It’s a natural progression that as much as we may not want we should expect.

So back to this compassion provider – a person that gives things to people. It was an interesting experience way back in 2013 to ingest cannabinoids but to have someone bring me free things to help me through the issue I was having with all the seizure drugs I was on overwhelmed me with the feeling of being loved and cared about, I admit it was a beautiful feeling. 

This person didn’t tell me of their problems or needs, the only reason l had a knock on the door was somebody knew I had an issue with quitting pharmaceuticals for seizures and had recently gained control over severe epilepsy – they had read on social media and found out where I lived. It was somewhat strange at first but this is before tales of bad oils and things such as this, quickly I snagged what was being gifted to me with the utmost curiosity. There was this black oil and no instructions – I had to figure it out on my own. 

The history of Cannabis Compassion likely leads back to the days of ancient Asia and even further.  Who knows, it could have been a caveman that gave his fellow friend not just a stick with fire on it but a salve made with a plant to heal a wound. Giving has gone on since the dawn of mankind and it simply will not stop.