Monday, November 22, 2010

RADIKAALIMARSSI 2010 - my story

RADIKAALIMARSSI 2010 / HELSINKI SMOKE OUT / 20.11.2010

On Saturday November 20th pro-cannabis friendlies were marching from Hesperia Park to the Parliament Building in Helsinki to light cigarettes, joints, bongs and whatever else at 4.20 pm to protest the immoral law of criminalizing nature.

I was there.

We left our friend's place in Petolahti, Ostrobothnia early on Saturday morning. We were late. We drove down to Pori watching an amazing sunrise (but that's another story entirely). We found the bus, as well as two "undercover" cops and a happy labrador. The dog marked two of us four and our bags were searched. Not very thouroughly, it was definitely quite laid back cops who were mainly looking for major amounts of illegal substances.

No one was kept from going on board. I guess we were all experiencing thc-deficiency more than illegally transporting drugs. Heh. Same in Turku, everyone got on, and everyone was excited.

The trip down to Helsinki went smooth until 10 minutes from the city center. A police car was clearly waiting for us to make that certain turn when they came after us, pulled us to the side, and within seconds a second police car was also present.

They called it a routine control. They talked to the driver, checked the tires, the logs and everything else for 25 minutes until giving the driver a 140€ ticket for something ridiculous and finally let us drive on. To the press they apparently said that it was not to stall the participants. Which cannot be true. This was one of the most obvious, ridiculous moves I've ever seen the police do.



As we had no chance of making it to the park to march we went straight for the Parliament Building. A big crowd was already there, as well as 50 some visible cops, apparently around 80 in total. The participants in the crowd were peaceful and happy to make a stand. What was the hardest to grasp was the amount of policemen present. They pushed people off the stairs, even press (credited or otherwise), and in the end they only arrested three people, of which only two were given fines. What exactly did they think we would do? Storm the building?



Finnish hemp minister Timo Haara was present, talking to t
he press and his fellow friends in the 200+ crowd.



Lots of regular cigarettes too, just for the sake of it.

The first big pipe was lit at 4.20 and the police were quick to wrestle down the smoker. The pipe did not have any illegal substances in it though.I would estimate that at least half of the crowd were smoking cannabis and I was happy to see no more than three being pulled away by police. This was peaceful disobedience, the way it should be. There were no victims (except the ones being taken by the police).


Peaceful hippies could not understand the laws and the police paws.

And all that just for this: a peace pipe.

In the bus home one of the participants read the headlines from all major media. It got all of us in a good mood for the long drive, because hardly any of the headlines or stories were aimed at us. Even media is mostly criticizing the police resources being used in such a useless way.



The message we were trying to spread was clear; You cannot criminalize nature. You are not above it, but a part of it. Don't separate yourself from that which makes sense.



//soulmama (all the way from Pietarsaari, who participated unfortunately without breaking the law)

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Friday, July 30, 2010

EUROTRIP 2010

I just got back from a stormy trip through Sweden, Denmark, Germany and Holland. Burg-Herzberg Festival, the good kinda smoke, friends and family.

It was exhausting and awesome, and this is what I will show for it:

Saturday, June 12, 2010

I'm off to CA!

We'll be sharing everything here: www.annaphoenix.blogspot.com.

"Oh, California I'm coming home
Oh, make me feel good rock'n roll band
I'm your biggest fan
California, I'm coming home

[...]

Oh it gets so lonely
When you're walking
And the streets are full of strangers
All the news of home you read
More about the war
And the bloody changes
Oh will you take me as l am?
Will you take me as l am?
Will you?"

Saturday, May 29, 2010

då jag började ifrågasätta kärleken själv

Love is not a definition. But other things are definitions of love. I hope you recognize them. They are the way to perfect understanding (and being) of the word itself.



oro och osäkerhet är väl också ett uttryck för kärlek. om rädsla är en del av alltet (kärleken) så då är rädsla också kärlek. det betyder väl å sin sida att uttryck för rädsla (oro, osäkerhet) också kan vara uttryck för kärlek? villkorslös kärlek i all ära, men man kan inte förneka delarna av helheten. oro och osäkerhet och liknande känslor ska inte förnekas. men då man väl har vågat känna dem kan man ändra dem till något positivt.

till och med rädslan för att förlora någon kan aldrig vara något annat än kärlek. även om det är en egenkärlek. om man tror på förlust kanske man inte helt förstått och accepterat sanningen. men man kan fortfarande älska.

jag vill inte se kärlek som något sämre än villkorslös kärlek. även villkorslös kärlek kräver sin definition. definitioner fungerar inte för mig nu. jag vet nog vad jag känner - men om det inte är tillräckligt, eller på "rätt" sätt, eller enligt någon annans definition så må det så vara. jag kan inte älska på något annat sätt. inte (än)nu.

det är något också jag själv måste ta ställning till, idag och för evigt. en ständig förändring innebär att jag ständigt måste omformulera mig själv. göra mig till den jag vill vara. jag är någon som älskar. på det här sättet. just nu. imorgon älskar jag helt säkert på något annat sätt. om det märks vet jag inte. om det är enligt er definition vet jag inte.

men jag älskar. det vet jag.






och därför finns jag.

Monday, May 24, 2010

there's only one of us. focus.

this weekend the universe has been giving and giving and giving. it has kept my mind open and i have had all the knowledge in the world. i have known my inner goddess. i have talked and smoked and believed. and loved.

coz i knew i was not to worry. i had to remain as the goddess. i had to have strength to laugh, although it seemed as the perfect lie. but it was truth. joy, truth and love. i was the goddess.

i hope the universe continues to give. and i know it does. i am grateful.












i just wish i could hold you,


and i wish that was enough.

Friday, May 21, 2010

POLYETISK DIKT

alla trötta bankirhjärtan
drömmer om att rasera
deras monetära system.

alla trötta pastorshjärtan
drömmer om bokbål,
att förkasta den allsmäktige.

den allsmäktige som
fråntagit dem all makt.
den makt de fötts med.

kraften och tanken och friheten,
identitetsstölden.
en människas fångenskap
i trötta, trötta bankirhjärtan.

och ondskan bevisar
att hjärtan dör snabbast
på toppen.