Weed of Visons Cannabis by S. Johnson -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a cool night. I was at home hanging with my friend. I took out my cuchhi pipe (a pipe given to me when I was fourteen by my Obi high priest) loaded it up and fired away. I closed my eye only to see a old world. I was in the my past. i saw things that carved me into how I am now. I saw a man dancing to the beat of the ketta drums. His head was wrapped in a red, white, and blue cloth. As the drummer played to movements of the sprits, the man dancing moved with more passion, more vigor, more life. 'Who is this man,' I asked myself. It was then I realized this man was me. As I opened my eyes, I saw how that spritual dancer carved me into who I am today. I was traveling on the vission of my life. Now I understand why I think and process things the way I do. The journey was teaching me how to look on things in different perspectives. With this brief look in the mirror of my life, my journey took me on a mental trip of what is to come. I saw what I will succeed in, and saw what I would have a hard time accomplisihing. The vision also showed me how to overcome the obstacles in my life in order to accomplish every thing I want and need. the pipe of visions took me on a trip of my past, present, and future. I saw my tradition put me where I am now, and where I intend to go. Revised By Red on 12/22/03