Unable to Meditate In NYC's Cannabis Cloud?

NEW YORK - Feb. 19, 2024 - PRLog -- Unable to meditate, I imagined a haze of smoke drifting into the depths of my own mind. The pungent scent of marijuana hung heavy in the air, mingling with the soft murmurs of my friends as we passed around a blunt. I took a hesitant drag, my lips curling into a reluctant smile as I felt a "Bill Clinton" like warmth spreading through my veins. I was no stranger to the allure of cannabis, but I was also acutely aware of its potential harm. As I closed my eyes, surrendering to the embrace of the sticky icky, I embarked on a journey into the realms of my subconscious, where reality blurred and dreams took flight. In between eye blinks that seemed 90 seconds long, I felt the bustling streets of The Bronx, amid the neon lights and boomboxes of the 1980s, I identified as a boy who was not a boy, a man who was not a man. I was an old soul who had many names over the millennia. I was no ordinary being; I was immortal, cursed or blessed with eternal youth, forever stuck in the guise of a fifteen-year-old.

I had seen it all. I have witnessed the rise and fall of empires, the birth and extinction of civilizations. I walked among the ancient Egyptians, conversed with the philosophers of Athens, and fought in the wars of Europe. But no matter where I went or what I did, I always returned to The "Boggie Down", to observe and learn from humanity. Over the centuries, I've come to understand the ebb and flow of human society, the patterns and cycles that...... https://patch.com/new-york/parkslope/unable-meditate-nycs-cannabis-cloud-nodx