Cannabis Science; Cannabis Life | Amanda Siebert ~ ATTMind 109

This episode features Amanda Seibert, a freelance cannabis writer, author award-winning journalist, photographer, videographer, and the author of The Little …


  1. Ayahuasca, other ceremonial shamanic plants and psychedelic drugs (CBD) are high risk behaviors that invite Attachments, Addiction Webbing and Possession for human beings on the planet during the Ascension Cycle at this time.

    Ayahuasca plant spirit has been hijacked by many of the dark avatars and the consortium of NAA(*) entities that are on this planet during the Ascension Cycle looking to harvest Soul bodies and the possibility to take over the physical body.

    It is designed to interfere with true spiritual communication links and shut off the neurological communication functions between the persons consciousness and their higher spirit. It will install its own software programs to run the body, and brain in the autonomic functions of the Central Nervous System. It is usually an astral enlightenment program to trick the person into believing their artificially induced spiritual and altered consciousness state is real. The Ayahuasca plant is connected to a massive spirit, that has grown in size from many people being falsely lead on this path and taking it at high quantities during this time. The design of this plant ceremony in most common cases, is that the spirit of the plant is manipulated by negative forces that want the original consciousness of the person taking the drug to leave the body and/or change Timelines. The goal for the Imposter Spirit that want to take over the human body either in the current time, or in the future timelines, use the Ayahuasca plant to act as its conduit and dark portal opening to allow access into the inner spiritual sanctum of that person.

    From a higher perspective, Ayahuasca should be avoided and steps taken to understand its true energetic signature and know who is behind its aggressive promotion in the spiritual communities.

  2. Dude, this is my second time watching thru & I'm even more impressed! Today's meditation reading said the teacher will appear. For my children & grandchildren, for "all my relatives" brother, I thank you & ask you to continue your journey & your teaching. As a disabled homeless vet, with all the potential issues that is implied in that statement, I'm here to say that cannabis works. Brain trauma, PTSD, childhood issues, addiction, spasms & pain, depression, anxiety & a lost soul : cannabis is God's gift, all things are possible! Namaste, bro! 🙏

  3. You guys missed the most important negative that i see about cannabis use. As a father of a young child i am concerned about possible detrimental effects on the developing brains of young people.
    I watched this chat recently, these guys are pretty straight but this pharmacist made it quite clear that cannabis use in youth reduces IQ and increases the likelyhood of having depression. Not good.

  4. Consider the benefits of cannabis for those of us who suffer with the effects of head trauma. Unfortunately, most evidence is anecdotal since research is still in the birthing stages.

  5. Alright then, picture this if you will:
    10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51.
    Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thing with just a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this.
    Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping…
    Holy fucking shit!

    Then the X-Files being, looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa,
    Did a slow-mo Matrix descent out of the butt end of the banana vessel and hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was: "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants."

    So light in his way,
    Like an apparition,
    He had me crying out,
    "Fuck me.
    It's gotta be
    Deadhead Chemistry.
    The blotter got right on top of me.
    Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!"

    And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
    He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not."
    Me. The Chosen One?
    They chose me!
    And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school.

    You'd better…
    You'd better…
    You'd better…
    You'd better listen

    Then he looked right through me
    With somniferous almond eyes.
    Don't even know what that means
    Must remember to write it down.
    This is so real.
    Like the time Dave floated away.
    See my heart is pounding,
    'Cause this shit never happens to me.

    Can't breathe, right now!
    It was so real.
    Like I woke up in Wonderland.
    All sort of terrifying.
    I don't wanna be all alone when I tell this story.
    And can anyone tell me why
    You all sound like Peanuts parents
    Will I ever be coming down?
    This is so real.
    Finally it's my lucky day.
    See my heart is racing,
    'Cause this shit never happens to me.

    Can't breathe, right now!

    You believe me, don't you?
    Please believe what I just said, see the Dead ain't touring.
    And this wasn't all in my head.
    See they took me by the hand and invited me right in,
    Then they showed me something.
    I don't even know where to begin.

    Strapped down my bed. Feet cold and eyes red.
    I'm out my head. Am I alive, am I dead?
    Can't remember what they said.
    God damn. Shit the bed!

    Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
    Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
    Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending
    To write it down for all the world to see.
    But I forgot my pen,
    Shit the bed again,

    Strapped down my bed.
    Feet cold and eyes red.
    I'm out my head.
    Am I alive, am I dead?
    Sunkist and Sudafed,
    Gyroscopes and infrared.
    Won't help, brain dead.
    Can't remember what they said.
    God damn. Shit the bed!

    I can't remember what they said to me.
    Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero!
    Can't remember what they said.

    Bob help me.
    Can't remember what they said.

    Don't know.
    Won't know.

    God damn. Shit the bed!

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