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When Tom Forcade made the bold move of relocating his commune from Arizona to New York City in a school bus filled with Mexican weed, he devised the perfect cover: a church group, with him as head pastor, which is why he wore a clerical collar—although he added a black slouch cowboy hat worthy of a Clint Eastwood spaghetti Western as his crown.
When I say magic and religion are the same thing, and run on the same rules, costumes are a great illustrator of the concept. By dressing as a Reverend, Forcade disarmed Christian opponents to hippies. It’s the same when someone puts on a Santa Claus outfit. Suddenly, they’re not a normal person, but something somehow connected to vibrations on the astral plane.
For the launching of the United Federation of Cannabis Ministries, I invited all the cannabis-related ministries around the world to gather with me in Denver during the Munchie Cup. A half dozen RSVP’ed, but only one showed: The First Church of Cannabis founded by Bill Levin in Indianapolis. Bill is a remarkable guy, and exudes happiness and serenity pretty much all the time far as I could tell. Upon arrival, he grabbed the white candle and carved the golden spiral. Then he joined the choir of the Temple Dragon Band with great gusto. With lightening speed, Bill worked his way up the ranks into becoming a deacon of the Pot Illuminati.
I’ve been studying the history of cannabis and religion for 30 years, and the creation of the Pot Illuminati is almost as complex and well-thought-out as the creation of Bitcoin. Constructing a corruption-free form of religion is no easy task. First, you have to strip away the useless dogma, which represents the encrusted mind control propaganda. You can download my free ebook The New Pot Enlightenment on numerous platforms for a complete picture of the religion. There’s only one rule: don’t hurt anyone.
And by the way, that includes feelings. Notice there are some who delight in wounding people with gossip, and when called out respond: ‘it was just a joke, dude.” What they are really doing is employing telepathic weapons, flying false flags. There are plenty of ways to do humor where all sides laugh heartily. But when one side weeps, that wasn’t humor at all, but a death bomb to the heart.
The Pot Illuminati, on the other hand, are experts at dropping love bombs. And a lot of our lingo and philosophy comes from Carl Von Clauswitz, the preeminent European philosopher of war, a man respected in the highest corridors of the Pentagon and CIA. That’s because if you study your opponent’s magic, you can steal his sigils and tap his telepathic energy. It’s not unlike hacking into an opponent’s website. I discovered this technique in the late 1980’s when I created the Freedom Fighters and formed a tribe wearing tricorner hats with psychedelic Colonial outfits. Within a few years we were on the Boston Common with 100,000 people cheering us, although the national news media never spoke a word.
The Pot Illuminati is not seeking donations or seeking converts. We will be holding a ceremony on 420 Eve 2016 at Terrapin Crossroads in San Rafael. While I realize the Tree of Life and Burning Bush are cannabis, I do not slavishly imitate religions of the past. Spirituality flows through us naturally, and you only need to meditate to connect with the signals. There are many vibrations, but when you roll them all up into one big telepathic ball, it’s called One Love.