My exposure to cannabis and the experience of being high when a teenager led me directly to an interest in Zen meditation and other Asian traditions. So, yeah, O.K., I guess that proves that ‘pot’ is a gateway drug...it led me right into the arms of the universe! I shudder to think of what my life might have been like without walking this gentler path of grass and spirit.
Eventually, I entered a Zen monastery and became ordained as a formal Zen teacher (where I received my Buddhist name “Mu”, meaning emptiness). I went on to publish books on Zen and counter-cultural consciousness and to teach hundreds of workshops across the country. You might say I became a meditation missionary whose roots were in getting high. I’m preaching now!
How high can we get if being high means being in tune with a higher reality? What does being truly awake feel like? What will we be satisfied with? How can we use our insights to heal and change this suffering world? These are the questions cannabis made me ask then, and I'm still asking them today, all these years later. I think you ask them as well.
The spiritual path of cannabis doesn’t have any dogma, any authorized teachings and rules like other “religions”. How could it? Cannabis teaches me that to exist in this very moment is the holiest thing of all and that all around me is beauty yet unperceived. It relaxes the stranglehold that the past and the future hold on our present. All it asks of me is to just chill out, look around and consider other possibilities.
To hold lightly and let go easily.
To treasure relationships over things.
To see the world not as an object to be used, but as a subject to be enjoyed.
To judge ourselves and others less harshly.
To enjoy the sensations of our bodies, realizing that flesh and spirit are the same thing.
And ultimately, to realize that we and the world are the same.
When I wake up,
so does everything in creation.
When I light up,
so does the world.