Lady Ganja is a Queen

This is my love letter to Lady Ganja, Indricana Queen

It was my freshman year of college when I first met you and while people were laughing and having fun, I would just observe myself and become more aware of the moments. Yes, I’ve shared some good laughs and we ended up having a pillow fight. I still remember all the feathers that were flying from the 8th floor and people in the morning being upset when seeing them on their cars. Youth and recklessness.

I would meet you from time to time. In different circumstances. One time, I could not move and just went into a deep state, being aware of my surroundings, yet not being able to move a single muscle. I met you with one of my lovers and we would talk for hours about soul and life. I met you when I wanted to study for a hard exam. You opened me in ways only you could. You helped me heal in solitude after my divorce while listening to Florence and the Machine. Then I met you when I was sick and in need of physical therapy. Before the surgery and after the surgery, you were there for me. You were also there when I was in need of healing my soul and bringing back pieces of me that somehow, I forgot.

There was one time when I just became greedy with you, and you showed my shadow and how I abuse myself. You were the one that would let me see how my mind would become a detective and how good it is to be curious like a child and learn about energy.

Through your infinite love, I met different archetypes and I learned to distinguish different energies, how my mind works in patterns and which patterns are running on autopilot. You played with me, you comforted my mind and my emotions, you showed me things I couldn’t see, or I did not want to see. You reminded me of how much fun I have by myself, and I could be fully authentic with you, coming with all my quirkiness. My inner child loves you, though, I never felt good consuming you with other people. It was too much for me. In the intimacy of my heart and my home, I would meet you in freedom of expression.

You were and still are a breath of fresh air for my lungs, a place to rest my bones, where I can leave for a little bit my backpack and just be. And then, I’ve met you in a sacred way, in my bedroom, having my first ceremony with you and getting to know you differently. We have a deal that two weeks per year I would go somewhere nice and just indulge in your sweetness and breath, rest, love the nakedness of my soul with deep reverence for your teachings. I would go for long periods without you and then for a couple of days, your presence would help me be back on my feet.

And this year, I’ve met you at a more profound level, cracking my heart open in a master plant dieta. I’m forever grateful to you and your wisdom, your love for people and how much you are willing to share them with us, when consumed in a sacred way and with responsibility. Thanks to you so many doors opened for me and I got closer to my needs and wants. I could get myself up and stand in my power, asking for what I need in order to be able to continue this work.

Lady Ganja, Indricana, Santa Maria, Cannabis, you go by many names, and you are one of the misfit master plants, never fully understood, misused, abused, the black sheep, the scapegoat for addictions, when the only things that you do is to show us our shadows and give us all the freedom to choose what to do with them. If we have addictions, you will show us that. You are not to blame for people’s lack of awareness or ignorance. You are here to show us the light within the shadow and to empower us.

It weights heavy on my heart when someone speaks about you in a manner that does not honor you. You were never a weed, something to disregard or to easily dismiss. Mariririririri.

Thank you, Indricana Queen for touching my life just as you could only do.

It is my promise to you that I would write about my experience with you and the lessons I have received from you. I love you; I honor you and I respect you.

In service to the journey,

Alexandra, Guardian of Ianara