I know Why the Hemp Plant Sings: Plant Music Therapy with Teresa HelgesonRead More
by Evan Hundhausen
Teresa Helgeson is a certified hypnotherapist, registered massage therapist, master of two varieties of Reiki (an Eastern stress reduction therapy said to utilize “life force energy” to promote healing) and she is also known as “The Plant Music Whisperer.”
This year, Teresa had a booth at the NoCo Hemp Expo where attendees could listen to a recording of a hemp plant making music, and even meditate as they listened over headphones.
The first question anyone would ask is, “How can a plant make music?” Teresa explains this in detail in one of the videos on her website.
“The sound is being provided to the plant, but the plant is manipulating it,” she says in her video, “Music of the Plants.” “So what you’re hearing is the plant ‘play’ with that sound.”
The process involves attaching an electrode to the plant’s root and another to a leaf. This picks up the energetic frequency vibration from the plant, which is then translated into sound by a biofeedback synthesizer system.
THC had to get to the “root” of this phenomena, so we asked Teresa to explain the process further.
“I always equate it to if you were deaf your whole life and then all of a sudden had surgery and were able to hear,” says Teresa. “The very first time you heard [anything] would be extremely overwhelming because not only would you be hearing the sounds of everyone and everything around you, but you would also be hearing your voice, which you had never heard before… And the same thing happens to a plant the first time it realizes that it can manipulate that sound… The plant starts creating its own song, and its own natural healing song comes forth. And that’s what
my research is starting to show.”
Teresa claims plants’ “songs” are based on ancient knowledge, wisdom and practice.
“Indigenous shamans for centuries have known that every plant has a song and that’s how they are able to learn plant medicine is they journey with the plant and they learn the plant song. They sing the plant song. They become one with the plant, and in doing this journey, then know how to use the plant medicine. Well, the majority of people in the world don’t know how to do that.”
Neshama Abraham, CEO and Co-founder of Abraham Paiss & Associates, Inc. (APA), a national public relations and strategic marketing communications firm that also does industrial hemp consulting, invited Teresa to the 2017 NoCo Hemp Expo. It was through their conversations that Teresa was put in touch with a hemp grower who provided her with an actual hemp plant from which Teresa extracted music. She sold the music at NoCo Hemp Expo and it will eventually be for sale on her website. She’s been getting some interesting responses, to say the least.
“I’m getting lots of different feedback from those initial people at the NoCo Expo about their experiences with it, which is much different than the experiences with the plants we’ve been working with so far,” Teresa says. “The hemp plant and the music that the hemp plant plays is taking what I know to the next level. It is taking the healing benefits to the next level… It’s more powerful than any plant we’ve had any experience withso far.”
In the future, she wants to do peer-reviewed studies on hemp plants and publish her findings. She’s putting together a crowdfunding campaign so she can study the effects of plant music on stress, and is already working with a variety of laboratories and research institutions like PSYTEK Labs in Encinitas, California and the California Institute of Human Sciences.
In 2015, Teresa did a pilot study on the effects of plant music and even presented her findings at the ISSSEEM Research Symposium and the Subtle Energy Retreat.
“Some of the key things that we discovered was that the immune system got stronger, and that kind of blew my mind,” Teresa says. “We could see that in the bloodstream. As the white blood cells got larger they doubled and tripled in size in some cases and they were brighter in color and they were more active in the bloodstream, which was a strong indication that the immune system got stronger… Another thing that we saw is that the body went through a major detoxification, and the longer you listen to the plant music the more your body detoxes.”
As for other projects, Teresa thinks that if she got the necessary funding she could prove her theory that hemp music can possibly benefit those suffering with PTSD.
“PTSD is where I would like to go next because I too am a former military person. It was 35 years ago, but I was in the army and I had a lot of family members who served in the wars. And so I’m really interested in our PTSD research, and I really want to use the hemp plant in that research.”
Teresa discovered her plant music equipment in 2007 while in the sacred forest of an eco-spiritual community called “The Federation of Damanhur.” The mission of Damanhur is to learn from and live off of what the forest provides without disturbing its ecology. A book called “The Secret Life of Plants” heavily influenced this organization.
The people of Damanhur developed a biofeedback system called “Music of the Plants,” that measures the electrical resistance of vegetable tissue and then translates that frequency into music with the help of a biofeedback synthesizer, like what Teresa now does with her hemp plants.
Teresa had a very profound experience at Damanhur when she connected the equipment to a grove of birch trees. When the birch trees started playing music it sounded deep and baritone. This, she says, led to an out-of-body experience and a vision.
“I heard this voice say, ‘This is what you’re going to do with the plant music,’” says Teresa. She was outfitted with her own specially made plant electrode device and headed home.
When she returned to the states she had another vision during meditation that showed her a plant in detail. She went to a nursery in Berthoud, Colorado where she found a prayer plant, which she took home. Teresa says that through meditating with the plant it told her its name was Pixie, and it became the main plant she uses for her music therapy.
“What the plants keep telling me when I’m meditating with them is that if we could embrace the whole live plant we would receive much more benefit than just a piece or a portion of the plant as we do currently with flower essences,with oils and with herbs,” says Teresa.
Teresa plans to hit the road this summer traveling around North America to find more plants so she can record their music.
“I will be heading up to Yellowstone National Park, Glacier National Park and I’ll be going up into Canada to Waterton Lakes National Park and I will be recording plants playing in all of those national parks because I have another theory about the music that plants play in national parks,” she says.
If you’re interested in hearing the plant music you can have private session with Teresa or you can go to one of her events in Denver. She can also be found on meetup.com, where she operates the largest sound-healing meet-up in the state. “If they were to go to Meetup and look for ‘crystal bowls and singing plants’ they’d find me,” says Teresa.
She is offering a free download of plant music when you visit her website called the “Immune Booster.” She has sixteen plant music CDs on her website for sale as well. Go to www.plantmusictherapy.com for more.
“WeedWatch” Parody of Apple Watch Advocates “Time for A Change”Read More
One of the most innovative features of Apple’s Watch is the ability for users to customize the face of the device, and add additional information. In Higher Ground’s parody, they have taken the liberty to do just that! The watch face is full of humorous and advocacy-related apps including NORML (National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws), SXSW, Leafly (a Yelp-like mobile app for marijuana), 7-11, Cannabis News Network, and Doritos. The time? 4:20.
“The Apple Watch is a revolutionary product, and the legalization of marijuana in States across the country is also a revolutionary movement,” notes Higher Ground Editor-in-Chief Michael A. Stusser. “The message of our parody is as simple as the solution to the War on Drugs: Legalize It. It’s time to end Prohibition, and legalize, regulate and tax cannabis at the federal level.”
Based out of Seattle, where recreational marijuana was legalized in 2012, Higher Ground is attempting to “Elevate the Dialogue” and broaden the movement nationally. While legal in Washington, Colorado, Alaska and Oregon, the use, sale or distribution of cannabis is still a felony at the federal level, and over 600,000 Americans are arrested every year for marijuana-related offenses. The parody ad is being strategically placed in weekly newspapers (and on-line) in states where marijuana initiatives are being proposed, including Ohio, California, Nevada, Maine, Michigan, Massachusetts and Arizona. It will also run as the centerfold in the upcoming Marijuana Green Pages.
The launch of the Apple Watch continues to garner significant media coverage, as it is the first new product device from Apple since CEO Tim Cook took over the company. PreOrders for the iWatch began on April 10th, selling over a million units, and will begin shipping on April 24th. Using guerilla-style marketing, Higher Ground’s WeedWatch campaign will appear on posters, leaflets and mobile billboards adjacent to Apple stores nationwide.
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Bizzaro Booze WorldRead More
by DJ Reetz
The bottle looked so innocent, like one of the high-end, high-fructose-corn-syrup-free sodas I’m used to getting from my local organic grocery.
Sitting in my hotel room in the first city in the world to fully legalize alcohol, I took a swig then, when nothing happened, I swigged some more. I figured if I was reporting the social revolution that was rocking the state, the giddy culmination of hooch prohibition, I should try a taste of legal, drinkable booze from a local swill shop.
What could go wrong with a pull or two?
Everything, as it turned out.
I had purchased the bottle from one of the literally hundreds of stores that popped up in the city following the landmark decision by voters to legalize booze. The store itself was massive, aisle after aisle, with hundreds of thousands of dollars of merchandise, certainly too much for someone new to drinking like myself to find his way through.
Overwhelmed, I asked one of the employees milling about for a recommendation.
"What are you looking for?" he asked, quizzically, clearly not understanding my question.
"Oh, I’d like one booze please," I replied.
"Umm…" The look on his face of pure condescension told me he clearly didn’t appreciate my naivety. "I can show you some wines, or give you a recommendation for a local craft beer. Or are you looking for spirits?"
Clearly, there was too great of a glut of options. The overwhelmedness I had felt when walking in to this massive store filled with bottle after bottle of booze was not going to be abated by this clerk, clearly a devote hooch-head with no understanding of those of us who don’t partake regularly.
"Just a regular booze, nothing fancy, it’s my first time," I replied, trying desperately to communicate to him just how unhelpful he was being.
"Okay," he said, rubbing his head in frustration with my simple request, clearly tired of helping me, a potential first-time customer, navigate this impossibly large selection. "Maybe one of our flavored vodkas, those are pretty popular with some of our younger customers."
Silently, I made a note of his intent to sell booze to children, and also his demeaning attitude. So far my attempts at drinking swill were not going smoothly.
He led me to a virtual wall of bottles, similar to a shelf you might find in a grocery store, except that instead of cans of delicious and nutritious corn, it was stocked floor to ceiling with hooch. I was amazed by the bottles, filled with a clear liquid that could surely be mistaken for water by a thirsty child. To make matters worse, not one of these water bottles seemed to be child proof. The clerk that had been "helping" me pointed me to the expensive booze on the top shelf, clearly going for the upsell, but I settled on a brightly colored bottle with an image of a slice of cake on the front called "Birthday Cake Vodka". I reasoned that if it was tasty and appealing to a child, certainly I could handle it. How wrong I was.
I left the hooch store with my bottle of booze in a brown paper bag, — clearly this industry doesn’t have the same stringent eye for safety that our local marijuana shops have at home — and returned to my hotel room for what I thought would be a night of casual enjoyment.
The first sip was oddly bitter, yet overwhelmed by the sweetness of the artificial cake flavor. I waited for a full two hours, and nothing came of my initial sip, other than a slight drowsiness. I began to suspect that I had purchased a bad booze, and I mustered the courage to give it another try.
This time I tilted the bottle up and took five large gulps, nearly halving the liter of hooch. The unusual taste made me wince, and immediately I felt the need to vomit bubbling up from my stomach. Fortunately, I hadn’t eaten anything in several hours, so my stomach was empty and I was lacking anything inside to regurgitate.
The effects were almost instant this time. The room began to spin and I was overwhelmed by a feeling of euphoria as my inhibitions seemed to melt away, replaced by an unexplainable confidence. Suddenly, everything I could do seemed like the grandest of ideas, and I decided it was time to call my ex-girlfriend and parlay this unexpected surge in confidence into a meaningful and heartfelt conversation.
When I got her voicemail, I was suddenly a flood of emotions, I was balling, telling her that I loved and missed her, and that she was the only person that had ever truly made me happy. I hung up and ascertained that she had had enough time to listen to my message and would be eagerly expecting a follow-up call so we could revive our long-dead relationship. When she didn’t answer, I suddenly realized that she was in fact a dumb-fucking-bitch and no one would ever love her, a message that I passed along to her voicemail.
Through my storm of tears I realized I had the solution to my problem of unhappiness, the second half of the bottle of hooch that was standing untouched on my hotel nightstand. I stood up, teetering over onto my face before clawing my way to the bottle, which I pulled again, hard.
Soon, the gentle swirling of reality began to stutter. I could feel that something wasn’t right, and the spinning world around me began to skip like a jostled record. Once again, the feeling of vomiting came roaring back, and I decided that the only remedy would be the greasiest, shittiest Mexican food I could get my hands on.
I cannot recall how the rest of the evening proceeded, just a vague memory of stumbling out on a quest for Mexican food. I awoke to find my hotel room, and myself, in a severe state of disarray. Trash was strewn across the floor, and my bottle of hooch sat nearly empty, tipped over on its side on the carpet. The sheets on the bed — in which I was not sleeping — were dragged all over the room. My head was pounding as though the gods of fury were trying to chisel their way out from inside. The front of my shirt was covered in vomit, the contents of which told me I had in fact gotten that Mexican food I remembered desiring, though I hadn’t had it for very long.
I hobbled my way to bathroom, as I was missing a shoe, where the blindingly bright vanity lights above the mirror stabbed through my eyeballs and into my very brain. Looking in the mirror I could see clearly that I had been punched several times in the face, by whom and for what reason I cannot recall.
It also appeared that someone had defecated in my hotel room’s bathtub.
Worse still, both my wallet and cell phone were missing, and I had no recollection of where they might be.
The next days when I was interviewing one of the operators of a local distillery, which is what people here call the booze equivalent of a grow, he informed me that a liter of vodka is not meant to be consumed by a single person in a single sitting. Unfortunately, this serving size was not indicated anywhere on the packaging, and the incredibly unhelpful sales clerk I purchased the sauce from had done nothing but give me a vague warning to "be careful" when I told him I was an inexperienced user.
Though the state seems to be raking in the high taxes and fees from the legal industry, reports from hospitals and law enforcement in the area paint a different picture. According to the CDC, booze-related car crashes kill almost 30 people every day, and hooch is believed to play a roll in any number of assaults and instances of domestic violence. Booze on its own has been widely shown to have adverse health effects and overconsumption can lead to booze poisoning and death.
The number of children finding a stash of swill and ending up in the hospital — where doctors must intubate them by shoving a respiratory hose down their windpipe — is on the rise in this state. The legal market has also made booze more attainable to children for some kind of spurious reason that defies all logic and analysis.
Clearly, there remain some kinks to be worked out by the industry.
But local booze makers decry efforts to safely package their hooch. One idea involved injecting half ounces of swill into Kevlar balls then pouring concrete over them, but most manufactures felt this would be asinine.
"That’s fucking stupid," says local booze man James Beam. "Just don’t be a complete moron and you won’t have a problem."
Does he sound a little shit-faced?