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Join the fun as a stash of intragalactic
weed sends Hal and Marion on a date
with hell. To save planet Earth from
certain doom Hal must learn to put aside
his selfish ways before he can use the
cosmic pot to create Captain Cannabis
- a new breed of superhero.
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artist Verne Andru mixes highbrow
comedy and adventure with the rough
and tumble sensibilities of the wrong
side of the tracks. Captain Cannabis is
a breath-taking roller coaster ride with
fun characters adventuring in an inspired
universe. A unique blend of science
fiction and dark comedy, it’s a tale that
will make even the most jaded conspiracy
theorist blush.
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NO. 420-001
PREMIER
ISSUE
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chapter 001
“I can’t wait that long”
Part of the greatest story ever told
WARNING: REQUIRES A SENSE OF HUMOUR.
CONTAINS MATURE SITUATIONS, NAUGHTY
LANGUAGE, DRUG REFERENCES AND LOTS
AND LOTS OF CONSPIRACY THEORIES.
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An OMINOUS FULL
MOON lights the
diffuse fog this 2011
November night as
a foghorn eerily
bellows somewhere
off in puget sound.
chapter 001:: I can’t wait that long
The infamous Space
Needle, testament
to seattle’s long
forgotten 15 minutes
of fame, stands
silhouetted against
a newly smouldering
mount rainier.
A SCRUFFY MAN in his 60’s, wearing a SANDWICH
BOARD plastered with “Jesus Saves,” “The
Savior is coming” and “The End is near” signs,
panhandles on a corner. Others belonging
to the swelling ranks of the vanishing middle
class, victims of the radical Right’s Malicious
wars on peace, do their voodoo.
have
you read
the good
book
today?
screenplay and art by:
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look
what it’s
done for
me?
hey
buddy - 20
bucks for
a good
time!
NUKE, a large “HOMELESS” person, lumbers past.
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He strains against a shopping cart overflowing
with - well, do we really need to know?
further on we come to the back of the gaswurks nightclub. a CHEF by the name of jesus, an old
hippie WAITER and HAL LIGHTER emerge from the kitchen. rock music pours into the night.
Anybody
got a light,
man?
Nothin
like a little
420 time.
Any time’s
420 time
- it’s a prime
directive.
A
What?
You wouldn’t
understand.
better
let an expert
take care of
that.
Be careful
man, it’s super
potent shit
and that’s my
last joint.
Make
it quick, mr. expert
- I gotta get back
before andre sees
we’re gone.
With a <<CLICK-ShTOONK>>
of his trusty Zippo...
Prepare
to be
amazed.
...he illuminates an OLD DRUNK in the shadows.
Spare
change?
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The Zippo CLANKS shut
Come
on man, quit
screwin’
around.
Piss off!
Can
I have my
joint back,
man?
the drunk disappears back into the night, echoes
of his maniacal GIGGLING the only betrayal of his
whereabouts. A BLACK LIMO screeches to a halt!
Someone’s lost
on the wrong
side of the
tracks,
man.
MARION JONES struggles
to Get out.
let
me go! I
said...
...I’ll
take care
of him...
hey man,
that’s just
not right.
I know,
he’s smokin’
the whole
thing!
With a yank, she’s free.
No, man,
it look’s like
marion’s in
some sorta
trouble.
Spotting the group,
she bolts.
Hi, guys.
How’s it
goin?
the door gruffly slams shut...
...and
The car
drives
away.
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what’s
that all
about,
man?
oh,
Nothing
much.
Her demeanor changes as
the limo disappears into
the inky blackness.
She’s about to dash...
Now
what about
my joint,
man?
Didn’t
look like nothing,
man...
...anyway,
like, you’re Late again,
and Andre’s boyfriend is
outa town or somethin,
and he’s, like, seriously
pissed...again!
...You’re
with the band?
Hal, right?
Duh,
I,...
Great,
just
what I
need.
Uh what’cha
doing
later?
Yeah,
like, let’s
move with
a purpose
already.
Ooh,
Lucky Lady.
Hey...
She makes for the
door. Hal follows.
Where
yu goin
wit dat?
uh,
duh...
Pass
it along,
man...
Can we
talk? After
the show I
mean?
Duh, yeah,
sure, no
problem-o.
with a flick of his
thumb, the Zippo
snaps to life.
Hey
Lighter, what
ch’you got dat
we don’t
got?
Silly me. It
appears to have
gone out. Let me see
if I can fire it up for
you boys.
It’s
‘cause you’re
with a band,
right? Chicks dig
guys in a band.
<<BURP>> no,
boys, that’s
an urban myth.
chicks dig me
‘cause I got
class.
Jesus,
where the
hell are
you?
shit!
that’s
Andre. Save
some for
me, will
ya?
I would,
man, but there’s
nothin’ left!
He smoked the
whole damn thing!
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Marion rushes into the GASWURKS nightclub.
What isn’t painted flat black became that
way through years of neglect.
She pauses...
Patrons are a mix of rock and roll diehards.
she zips behind the bar.
She rises to
tower over
bartender
Andre, who
seemingly
appeared
from
nowhere.
He quickly
mounts a
step stool
to confront
her eye to eye.
dumping her stuff, She Snatches a serving tray.
Their “words” are drowned out by a 4 piece-band
calling themselves the “SQUEEGEE CLEANERS.”
spinning, he bumps a table,
spilling a pitcher of beer.
Meanwhile, Hal stumbles through
the back of the bar, almost
bumping into a drunken patron.
tempers flare as He finds the dj
booth.
Hey,
dick-head,
you spilt
beer all
over me!
Ahoy,
Captain...
just in
time.
Dickhead?
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Will Weston is at the mixing
console covering for Hal.
Was that
Marion you
were with?
anytime is 420
time - it’s a
prime directive.
will,
my little
dude...
Chicks
dig guys in
bands. I’m,
like, so in.
...I told
ya it was
only a
matter of
time.
You really
dig her,
don’t ya?
Five bucks
says I get
her alone
on my
boat.
But
she’s so
classy
and...
Duh, that’s, like,
totally against
one of my prime
directives.
Your
what?
A quick
game of
truth or
dare and...
no
responsibilities,
and,
uh...
Prime
directives.
Stay below the
radar,
Hal gestures around the room of seedy people zoned on sex, drugs and rock n roll.
But
you’re a...
...I’m a MUSIC
PROFESSIONAL.
And
groupies.
Serious
about a
chick?
That’s right
dude. My life’s
on the road
serving greater
rockdom.
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Not gonna
happen!
FREDDIE THE RIPPER, the lead
guitarist, takes control.
Listen up,
assholes - Sit
down and shut
the fuck up!
Will gestures as the band finishes its tune.
This is
our latest tune,
‘I’m gonna rock
you stupid’.
Freddie steps
back, the
drummer counts
in and the band’s
all over a HEAVY
ROCK TUNE - their
BIG SONG.
I’M
GONNA
ROCK YOU
STUP, STUP
STUPID.
Freddie drinks in the adoring audience.
He mesmerizes them with a blazing
solo, Ripping up and down the
guitar neck.
his boot closing on a PLAIN metal
BOX with a SINGLE STOMP SWITCH...
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The solo
builds
to a high
note
shrieking
with
sustain.
His foot comes down hard on the pedal!
Sparks fly, the pedal oozes BLACK SMOKE and...
the guitar
goes dead!
Furious,
Freddie
tears it
off...
...and repeatedly
pounds the
smoking pedal!
The audience goes wild.
Hal shits
himself.
Freddie
storms
off-stage.
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LATER: The band finishes another gig without Freddie.
I can’t
believe Freddie lost it
like that. I never seen
shit like that
before.
That’s
Nothin. Wait ‘til
he gets really
pissed!
It
gets worse?
What could be
worse?
Just
hope he doesn’t
do a squeegee call. I hate
freezing my ass off on
the I-5 on-ramp cleaning
car windows for quarters
every time he smashes
a guitar.
Freddie broods in a corner of
the makeshift dressing room.
Don’t sweat
- you find ways to cope.
That’s why I use my trusty
double-Dano. Only way
to “freddie-proof”
the band.
Yeah, well
you guys didn’t say
nothin’ ‘bout this
shit when you asked
me to try out.
Lesson
21 - Test
BEFORE the
show.
Hey
Freddie, you
pissed or
what?
I did
test it. At
least a dozen
times. Must
have been a
power-surge
Or...
Just
fuck Right
off! I’m an
artist, not
a FUCKING
TECHNICIAN.
Well,
well. The
man of the
hour hisself.
Anyone see
the record
agents?
about
getting
paid...
We’re
paying you for
solutions not
more fucking
problems!
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Pay?
After what
you just
fuckin’ did?
They split
when Freddie pulled
his Cobain shtick.
Bart?
A little
help?
Freddie
dude - chill...
let’s, like,
discuss...
Hope we’re
not, like,
disturbing
anything?
and why
the fuck do we
keep you with the
band anyway? Let’s
discuss that,
fat-ass!
I dunno,
lets see
where this
goes...
Ah, ‘cause
I own the p.A. And
the lights. I haul the
gear, setup and tear
down. And it’s ‘cause
of my contacts that
you get booked.
and...
Discuss?
Discuss what?
hey I gotta Idea let’s discuss who’s
gonna pay for my
guitar!
Great
show!
Knock,
knock! Hi
guys...
Saved by
the belles
fat man!
Yo, Jimbo!
switch from
suck to blow lets go, bro!
The band members quickly gravitate to the inebriated young girls, leaving the room...
Guys?
Hey...hello?
my pay?
Listen up,
assholes. New
guitar time.
Squeegee call
first thing!
can
I have a
little lick?
No I mean
of those...
Good
Start, but
the night is
young...
Aw come
on Freddie,
give us a
break will
ya!
Wanna
break? Try
not showing
up tomorrow
and...
You
are, like, so
kewl. I bet you
were a god in
a previous
life...
I got wet
just sitting
there...
...without another thought to Hal.
WITH A <<CLUNK>>, THE dead bolt locks the bar for another day. The bouncer grabs straggling
glasses on his way to the back where the other waiters and waitresses busily ready to leave.
boys
and girls; next
weeks schedule
is now up in the
kitchen.
...we got
a great band...won a
battle-of-the-bands
and everythin’.
pant...
need
beer...
I’m sure someone
will find that truly
riveting, but, oops,
there’s my ride.
Gotta scoot!
Andre winks as Hal abandons the last TROLLEY OF ROAD
CASES in the aisle and lunges at the bar in exhaustion.
Hal
dear, I’ll be
ready once
I check the
schedule.
Good looks
only go so far.
You’ll be paying how..?
Squeegee
Cleaners packed
the house - told ya
- that’s gotta be
worth somethin’.
They did
bring in a crowd.
You know, Bruce is
away all month and
if you get rid of the
hussy, we...
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Slumming
tonight?
Andre pours a glass of water.
beer!
need
beer!
Andre dude,
it’s me - Hal.
Just put it on
my tab.
Water?
After all I’ve done for
the GasWurks, this is
how you treat me,
Hal Lighter?
Oh no,
don’t start that
shit again-water’s
fine. I’ll just
close my eyes and
pretend it’s...
Your tab
runneth over
long ago. You
want the water
or not?
...a
beer...
WHAM!
...a
-ahh
shit!
Come on Andre,
remember my little
“problem”? You were
going to think about
maybe helping me
out?
Why’d
you cut my
shifts? You
know I really
need the
money.
Try
showing up on
time for a change.
Shifts go to
people who come
to work.
Marion
slams
Andre’s
share of
tips on
the bar.
and that advance
we talked about? I
could make it worth
your while
<<cough>>
Save your
talents for someone
who cares. You know
I don’t swing that way
- oops, look what just
slipped into my hand.
Come on
Hal, let’s get out
of here...
<<cough,
cough>> why
you little
shh...
dude!
SNAP!
...before
somebody
gets hurt...
good night ms.
marion...see ya
‘round?
Kinky...
Drop
Dead!
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Out in the back lane Small groups of night people scurry from place to place. Marion fumes.
Give
me a
lift!
You
paying
for
gas?
Nuke leaves his cart in the lane and
moves toward a parked bus.
Spare
change?
What did
you say?
duh, ahh,
hey, what’s that
dumpster dude
doing to my
bus?
Like, I
already
told you
to bugger
off, dude.
The drunk fades into the
night, giggling maniacally.
NUKE drops something beside
the tired old school bus.
What did
you say?
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Hey you!
Dumpster dude! Get
away from my bus!
Hey, did
you catch
that dumpster
dude action?
Duh,
I said, ah, um,
‘sure, that
would be a
gas.’
That’s
not what I
heard.
My
boat. You like
sailing, right?
Great for
chillin...
Wound
a bit tight,
aren’t
ya?
Ya gotta
keep an eye on ‘em or
they’ll rob yA blind.
They’re kinda like turtles.
Everything they own is in
those carts. Like
ANA-BELL.
...Hey,
What a great
idea. We can sail
up the coast a
bit and...
Like,
over my
dead...
Hey!
Anabell?
DUh?
She bends
What’s
this?
Hey
buddy?
The dumpster
dude must
have dropped
It.
DETACH
YOURSELF.
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...kay...
HE’S COMING! RID
YOUR ATTACHMENTS.
WATCH FOR MY SIGN.
you dropped
your, your,
thing-a-mabob!
the scene
around
Nuke gets
seriously
weird.
Here,
give it to
me and get
on the
bus.
What?
If you
insist.
Any
other
options?
the psychedelic light
show is blinding.
When he reopens his
eyes, Nuke is gone!
Well?
What was
that all
about?
and
What’s
that
horrible
smell?
hal makes a
hasty retreat.
He passes the “thing” to Marion and climbs into
the drivers seat. With a lurch of a handle, the
door shuts.
the
dumpster
dude disappeared!
well,
follow
him.
I can’t.
he pulled a
Houdini!
A
what?
Duh... You
know those
feelings like you
forgot somethin’
but can’t
remember
what?
With a clunk of gears the tired bus lumbers off
leaving the last trolley of road cases behind.
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It’s sorta
like that, only
different.
Things
always this
weird with
you?
A CRASH OF GLASS precedes the annoying WAIL OF A CAR ALARM. Homeless, addicts and prostitutes mill
about illuminated by the misdirected lights of Hal’s old bus lumbering up the hill.
The “vintage” in-dash 8-track/FM
Radio’s announcer comes on as
the rock tune ends.
Hal turns the
radio off.
The rattling
of the old
bus fills the
void.
HEY DUDES AND DUDETTES, I’M YOUR SEATTLE LATE
NIGHT HOST SPINNING NEWS FRESH OFF THE WIRE.
WORLDS’ BANKS JUST AUCTIONED THE LAST OF THEIR
GOLD RESERVES. BIG DEAL? NOT IN THE FINE PRINT. ALL
THE GOLD WAS BOUGHT BY ONE DUDE. TRICK IS, HE WON
WITH THE LOWEST BID <<CLICK>>!
I mean,
we see each other
when one of your
band’s plays,
But...
Sensing her
chance, Marion
makes her move...
I know
we don’t
know each
other...
... look, I
have a biggie
to ask...
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Spit it
out. No
promises
tho.
Is
that any
good? Like
they say, I
Mean.
Dude,
best bud
ever.
Can
you...
get me
some?
Dude,
try asking
something
tough.
Okay...
I need
more.
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Doh, a
pound? I
don’t have
that much. I
have to...
he pulls out a 1/4 ounce in a baggy.
<<Snicker>>
That’s your
best shot?
Actually I
need Lots
more. What I
need is a, uh,
a pound!
It’s
complicated.
Anyway,
You saw
Freddie...
She turns it
on thick...
We got a
big gig comin up
and if I don’t fix
that pedal I’m in,
like, serious
Shit.
Oh
Please?
You’re my
only hope..
John
has shit;
everyone says
yours is the
best around.
Me?
Why me?
John can get
something
local...
...’sides,
you said
you don’t
smoke...
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The bus creaks to a stop outside MARION’S APARTMENT.
Next
stop - Not
gonna
happen!
It’s
not for me.
It’s my moth...
oh, Please.
You have to
help.
Is
that a
tear?
You
cryin’?
I hate
it when
they do
dat.
Okay,
I’ll
Think
about
it.
I knew
you’d do
the ‘right
thing.’
Like I
said, no
promises
right?
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Right. Now
What? Open
Sesame? Come
on - I need air!
The smell is
killng me.
Triumphantly, he produces
one of his BUSINESS CARDS.
Call
tomorrow.
But
not too early
‘cause I need
my beauty
sleep.
No
kidding...
...But
I can’t
wait that
long.
to be Continued.
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420 :: The Story Behind The Story
The book you’re reading is part of a larger
story that’s been many years in the making.
Raised during the 1960’s and weaned
on such works as
Fritz the Cat, The
Fabulous Furry
Freak Brothers,
Harold Hedd and
Cheech and Chong, I
naturally gravitated to the
“fringier” side of life when
it came time to develop
my own material. My first original work,
and precursor to “420,” was a short,
black and white comic titled “Captain
Cannabis.” Truth be told, I created
Captain Cannabis as a dark counterbalance to the goody-two-shoes Captain
Canuck character my “mentors” George
Freeman and Jean-Claude St. Aubin
were working on.
Sensing I had stumbled onto something
good, I filled out the requisite forms,
and filed for a copyright. A few months
later I received a certificate from the
copyright office for a literary work titled
– yes folks – “Captain Cannabis.” Unnoticed
by me at the time – actually it held no
significance in popular culture of the 60’s
and 70’s I was aware of – was the fact that the certificate is dated
April 20, 1977.
Today, of course, popular culture holds April 20 in particularly
high esteem. April is the 4th month of the year making April 20,
numerically speaking, 420. April 20 at 4:20 PM is known as the
“pot-smokers’ holiday,” the “hippie New Year,” “national smoke
time,” “national pot-smoking day,” “the holiday,” “pot appreciation
day,” “the ultimate session,” or “a day of tribute to the scene.”
While making no claim to originating the 420 term, my Captain
Cannabis copyright certificate is one of the oldest documented
connections between April 20 and cannabis that I am aware of.
That reason alone made it a title befitting the Captain Cannabis
“origin” story.
It took another 20 years before I set about to realize a story
worthy of the character I had created. A well know axiom in
writers circles holds that there are no new stories, just the
retelling of old. I was determined to scour the earth to disprove
this maxim. At the very least I wanted to find a story that hadn’t
been told in a long enough time to at least be interesting. I spent
the better part of 5 years researching everything from history to
law to linguistics to music to politics to religion. The bibliography
exceeded 275 books before I stopped keeping track.
I’m pleased to say I believe I’ve accomplished my objective. “420”
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is the first part of a story being told through a series of feature
films. It follows the trials and tribulations of the evolution of man
– not the evolution of the physical shell we equate with self, but
the evolution of our consciousness that inhabits and animates it
during its cosmic journey.
Prior to 500 BCE, our forefathers viewed life and their place
in it far differently from current Western culture. There was
an understanding that material life was transitory and the
“holy grail” of “immortality” was attainable given the proper
training and requisite preparation. Training was given through
a complex system of “mystery schools.” They maintained a
tradition of esoteric knowledge that was passed from generation
to generation. This important light was all but extinguished
when early “Christian” zealots destroyed the schools, killed
the practitioners and burned, destroyed or spirited away the
written teachings and records. Some of the traditions have
been maintained in the Eastern schools of thought, particularly
Pantheism, Sufism and esoteric Buddhism to which the Falon
Gong claims its ancestry.
The Ancients maintained there was only ONE – a singular
consciousness from which all else is both a part of and separate
from. While time and space are maya [illusion], they provide a
mechanism for isolation and individuation from the ONE. Some
schools call this ONE “god,” while I prefer the less religiously
tainted, and more descriptively accurate, handle of “The Universal
Consciousness” [TUC].
Similar to the way light dissipates the further it is from its source,
instances of individuated consciousness become increasingly
fragmented the further they “fall” from their “Edenistic” bliss of
communion with TUC. The levels of fragmentation are similar
to strata that are sometimes referred to in terms of “bodies.”
We are all familiar with the physical body we inhabit on a daily
basis and the etheric body we inhabit in our dream state but are
unaware of our “mental” body where our consciousness
is currently resident. These bodies are
similar to the Id, Ego and Super-Ego
coined in modern psychology – Carl
Jung being particularly “esoteric” in
his leanings.
You can visualize these strata
by studying the following: “a
higher dimension sees all lower
simultaneously and equally.” In
other words, if you are outside a
fishbowl you can see and describe
it in its totality. Conversely, if you
are inside a fishbowl [dimension] it
is impossible for you to see and describe
what the fishbowl [dimension] looks like from the outside.
Software programmers, in order to create the illusion of
3 dimensional worlds found in today’s motion pictures
and video games, use a software “engine” that is a
mathematical representation of 5 dimensions or more for this very
reason.
It follows that if we are able to “see” our physical and etheric
[dream] worlds, our consciousness must reside at a level of
abstraction at least one dimension greater than either. This
dimension is sometimes called the “mental” body.
Thought forms are an integral part of the story and to understand
how they work is to understand the seemingly impossible things
that happen to Hal, Marion and oKee. The ancients maintain that
thought comes from consciousness that resides in a mental body,
the furthest it “falls” into matter. Conscious thought cannot interact
directly on the molecules of the physical plane because they are too
dense. But what it can do is generate “thought forms” that cause
vibrations on the etheric plane, the level between the mental and
physical. These vibrations act upon the denser etheric materials
that, in turn, cause stronger vibrations that interact on matter in
the physical world. In this manner you, in your mental body, are
able to raise your physical arm by simply “thinking” it.
An important concept to note is that while thought forms are
created by consciousness in its mental body, once created they
exist separate from it. A simple analogy is when you toss a ball.
Initially, your conscious thought and subsequent actions cause the
ball to careen through space. But once the ball leaves your hand,
it is separate from you, albeit its “life” as an “object in motion”
is causally connected to how you threw it in the first place. The
inertia eventually dissipates and the ball comes to rest.
Similarly, when you generate a thought form you “toss” a thought
into the etheric plane with a velocity and trajectory causally
connected to the thought that created it. This thought form
persists until its inertia dissipates, at which time the etheric
materials return to the etheric ocean from whence they came.
But, and this is a very big but, this is where our analogy comes
up wanting. For unlike our ball example, continued and forceful
generation of a particular thought form will cause it to coalesce
into a form that becomes persistent. These persistent thought
forms are known as “artificial elementals” that both work to serve
us and work against us.
We are all familiar with the term “practice makes perfect.” Anyone
endeavoring to learn a skill such as playing an instrument,
operating equipment or becoming proficient at a sport is
engaged in the willful act of creating artificial elementals.
It is the continued and focused mental activity that
creates the thought forms that coalesce into our
personal elementals providing us a level of almost
automatic proficiency at your chosen endeavor.
Musicians marvel as they watch their hands perform
complex movements as though they were outside
observers. Long distance runners attain a “runners
high” where their bodies continue to run automatically
and they no longer feel any pain. In fact, there is an
important correlation between pain and the level of
connectedness between our mental and physical
selves that goes to the heart of why oKee’s cosmic pot
has the effect on Hal that it does. But that’s getting
ahead of the story.
< :: A TAZOONIAN ::
Our mind is the single most powerful tool we have. Tragically, we
no longer know how to use it. We are taught to shop, consume,
attain, covet, hate, fight, and make war on this or that. Most go
through life haphazardly creating thought forms and their elemental
progeny in a manner not unlike randomly shooting off a machine
gun in a crowded shopping mall.
Every thought we have – good or bad – generates an artificial
elemental. The constant generation of angry, murderous thoughts
generates angry and murderous artificial elementals. Wars [and
the propaganda used to wrongly justify them], torture and famine
– in fact all suffering creates elementals shaped by their causation.
Over prolonged periods of generation, and man has been heaping
suffering on man for a very long time, we’ve unconsciously
[to most, not all] created an artificial elemental so strong and
persistent, it appears to some as being a life all it’s own. In fact,
because it exists in the etheric plane and can manipulate etheric
material, some have wrongly come to see this entity as their “god”
while others refer to it as “Satan” or the “devil.” Whatever you
call it, it is the product of mankind’s collective thoughts over many
thousands of years and has become so powerful it is dictating the
affairs of state [“god told me to strike out at Saddam”, etc.] and
ultimately the destiny of all life on this planet. This negative artificial
elemental is known as the “Dwellers on the Threshold” and is the
ultimate antagonist.
Closer to home, the military-industrial establishment owes its
existence to, and lives to serve, the “Dwellers on the Threshold”
whether they are aware of it or not. For the military-industrial
establishment, and the businesses and politicians that profit from
it, need to perpetuate endless war [long war] as a way of feeding
the Dwellers with the hateful thought forms of suffering humankind.
Wars are not against “communism,”
“terrorists,” “rogue states” or “drugs” but
against peace and harmony – the two things
that would bring annihilation
to the Dwellers dominion
over man and an end to our
perceived need to maintain
the “machine of death” the
military-industrial-complex
has so carefully built.
There is more – much more
– but I trust I’ve whetted your
appetite and sketched enough of
the backstory to enhance your
enjoyment of “420.” I like to think
of it as “the greatest story ever
told,” not because it’s new, but
because it has not been told for a
very, very long time.
Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking
to it. Until next time, don’t forget
Hal’s favourite prime directive:
Anytime’s 420 time!
TM
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The True Origin of 4/20 and Captain Cannabis
There’s a lot of urban myth and anecdotal legend around the cannabis culture and April 20th. This
copyright certificate for the first Captain Cannabis comic book dated April 20, 1977 is the earliest
documented reference between them. Authenticity can be verified by contacting the Copyright Office.