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Smoke and Mirrors – My Love Letter to Cannab...

Smoke and Mirrors – My Love Letter to Cannabis

Your sacred roots connect me to a most ancient wisdom.  For thousands of years, your spirit has been a glorious river, feeding the minds of Witches, Alchemists, and Holy Men alike.

I am called to you by the very blood that runs through my veins, the same blood that fills my sacred womb.

This is my love letter to you.

The very first time I smelled your pungent perfume and breathed your mind-altering breath, I knew you would be my medicine and my muse.

From the beginning, you had a way of showing my soul all the work that there was to be done, and you have been there for me every step of this long journey through darkness and light.


I was born to dance barefoot in a thick fog of your intoxicating smoke, to explore the world through your mystical lenses is my birth rite.  


Your heavenly nectar has changed my life, the lives of millions, and there are still millions waiting for the change.


Through the years, you have become my body and soul’s most valued ally. Your seeds feed me, your fibers clothe me, and your fruits free my mind. You are at my dinner table, on my skin, in the air, and in the garden. I will stand up for my own right and the rights of my brothers and sisters to grow and possess your earthly magick.

Learning to navigate your complex channels has been a journey of lifetimes. After years of immersing myself in your spirit and your smoke, I have come to honor the work that you facilitate on every level of my being.  I am eternally grateful for the gifts that you have bestowed upon the beings of this evolving planet.

The oppressors see our progress, and their only source of power is their fear of change. They see how the plant moves us, and how community sprouts around it like cherry blossoms in the spring. So the oppressors try to take it away, but that just forces us under ground.

They tell our children harsh lies about your the beautiful work that you do, and vilify those who are dedicated to keeping your magick alive.

“It’s for your own good!” they will proclaim, but this is false protection.

I must admit that your medicine is not right for everyone, but for some of us, you are the key that grants us access to our divine power. Through your smoky being, I can sense my highest purpose.

Some will say that you are a creator of delusions.

With a smirk, they tell me “It’s all smoke and mirrors”, thinking that they have linguistically out witted the witch. But they don’t realize that with this smoke and my scrying stones I see into their future and my own. I visit the past and I see that this plant is my earth-born right.  

These so-called “smoke and mirrors” connect me to my divine power source, my creative light, and my darkest inner poet.

To the straight-laced freedom haters who try to take you away again and again, I bid you good luck.

  This sacred planet medicine is not here to be controlled. She belongs to the people, and in our hearts and homes is where she will stay!

I feel pity for the fool who judges me for the rolled paper hanging from my lips, or the trail of ash that I leave in my fiery wake.  

They know not that you are a sacred plant grown with a secret mission, but I know your spirit is here to move mountains.

Sweet, sugar rose, you have midwifed my soul through the a wild transition, from a young maiden in search of the truth, to a fierce woman who does not fear her own power and who lives the truth that she sees for the world.
Mother of herbs, I bow at your roots, for they are the roots that keep me grounded.

I love you for showing me that things aren’t always as they seem, for teaching me to question and examine each and every fact that presents itself, and of course for reminding me that I can turn simple base metals into pure gold.

In your name, I call on Kali and Shiva protectors and lovers of your sacred plant. I call on Bastet and her fierce feline intuition. I call on Lady Freyja for her divine connection to all of life’s sacred cycles. I invoke the spirits of the Alchemists and Witches and Holy Men who lived their life with you at their side.

These will be my companions in the battle for our right to access your divine wisdom!


Yours Truly

A Loving Disciple

Lauren Roberts

Nutritionist, coach, and writer. Owner of Womb Tree Wellness with a mission to help women reconnect to their natural feminine cycles, live authentically and stand in their power. Celebrate womb and transform your life through an ever deepening connection to your feminine cycle.


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