Mother Superior Jumped the Gun w/pic

We don't know if she is Mother Superior but we (cough) sure do like her habit.  (That one was just for you, Kannafoot!  larfs)

The pic is not faked with Photoshop but rather she is a member of a nunnery (?) which specializes in growing high-test reefer ... apparently in flagrant violation of law somewhere in California.  (Ufunk:  Holy Weed – Photographers document a group of nuns who grow cannabis)

That the ganja is the gonzo grade is shown by fact it has already colored the paper of the joint.  We have some (cough) experience with smokin' the ganja and there's no chance she will finish that joint if she's trying to do it by herself.  It looks like she has already found da blizz and she has hardly even started on it.

Yah, the New School doesn't grow ganja like yer hippie daddy did it.


We see a combination of a profound religious belief along with the spiritually freeing nature of marijuana leading to an extraordinary experience because the true believers aren't questioning the existence of God and the ones who really know the material understand the history in the Bible.  They make the appropriate interpretations for that history but we at the Rockhouse have no business saying what that should be.  If you are that kind of believer (mine is something different but that's not the point) then probably you can see how it's likely you would discover a spiritual synergy in this way which will be in no way destructive to your Christian beliefs.

The trap is getting to think you need to smoke the ganja to get with God and that can imperil some but it's not too likely.

(Ed:  are you seriously suggesting Christians should smoke reefer?)

Sure I am.  American Indians were onto it, oh, millennia ago.


Before you go blasting Mother Superior up there, I've never been advised of any proscription in the Bible against smoking the ganja.  Besides, wtf, if God didn't put it there, you'll need some immaculate evolution to do it because mankind sure didn't make it.


There is still a huge regret I did a Willie Nelson on someone, inadvertently, who was well familiar with the ganja from the freak days but had not smoked any in quite a few years.  Without thinking, I said, sure try some of this but I didn't think to take it easy.  I've been smoking for many, many years so it all comes in stride but it's like a Saturn V launch next to a bottle rocket compared back to sixties reefer.

(Ed:  what's so good about getting paranoid and dizzy?)

Regrettably, those are the consequences of smoking too much of it but it takes some experience to know when you have launched and smoking any more than that is not a good idea.  It's similar to vino as you can drink a glass in the evening and get a nice glow ... or you can keep on drinking and end up puking your guts up on the lawn at two in the morning.

Note:  there's almost no real similarity between ganja and vino and many Rastas don't drink.  For this one, there is no 'nice glow' from the vino as I'll skip right past that to puking my guts up on the lawn.  After a while I deduced the cause and effect relationship in this matter.


Maybe a minor rewrite to these lyrics will occur to you ... regardless, the guitarwork is supreme.  The audio quality is not so supreme but we're hugely admiring of his skill and his tone.  It's an emulation of George Harrison and yet it isn't.