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Woke up with anxiety. Took two hits of the Indica strain, Critical Mass. With the zeal of a serial killer, this mystical grappler wrapped me up and took me to the ground. My anxiety stripped away and flung into the Abyss. Anger humbled by the mad river. Thus far, I have conducted one meditation session with this strain. Set and setting: Blackened room, positioned in the quarter lotus, while listening to Psy Goa Trance music. Experience: I found myself having hypnogogic visions. One, of a snake with the head of a wolf. Another, of a giant mountain castle reaching into the clouds. I would describe the overall experience as feeling like I had shapeshifted into a Bonobo, who was launched into orbit with the mission of testing the effects of cannabis during space flight.

It was during a pilgrimage through the Hindu Kush Mountain range when I met an old mystic. He taught me the art of telekinesis and told stories of the ancient ones. We entered the main temple room. Seated in the lotus position, standing 45 feet tall was a, no not "a," "the" statue of the Green Goddess. The same goddess who traveled from the Sirius to Earth with an experimental herb capable of positively affecting the evolutionary path of mankind. The mystic and I sat in meditation before the giant organic being. A wooden pipe appeared from the old man's hemp sleeve. He handed me the pipe with two hands and a bow and said, "The spirits, they are in the smoke. It is they, who will take you to find what you seek." We each took three ceremonious hits. The mystic continued, "You are starting to feel relaxed and sleepy." "Yes, yes I am." "Trust that you will not fall asleep and miss the experience. The euphoria will soon set in. It's there to remind you to smile, fore life is a dance and Cannabisia is wherever you want it to be."

The nano-drone hovered silently outside the open window. The sound of typing bounced off the walls as white rabbit filled the kitchen with a sense of certain doom. A crack pops and Hunter S. Thompson falls back against the cold tile flooring. From the side of the exposed skull emerged two Cannabisian Fairies from the pineal gland. They immediately flew off to their mission. The targets, Bill & Hillary Clinton. The orders, gift the power couple a pair of brain parasites, from a dear friend. Then they flew off to an undisclosed location to influence the creation of a unique strains of cannabis directly from the mind of the good Doctor. A strain that enables one to embody their true selves. One of Master Wunjo's Top Ten Strains. Unhulk today, with Bruce Banner.