Incredibles dominates Munchie Cup Awards Show

20150724_201301The 2nd annual Abakus Munchie Cup was held in Denver, Colorado, from July 24 to 26, at Green Labs. Grandmaster Caz, one of the greatest deejays and rappers from the first generation of hip hop, headlined the event. Bill Levin, founder of the First Church of Cannabis, gave the keynote address and was inducted into the Temple Dragon Crew. Munchie Cup founder Steven Hager unleashed his new hymnal for cannabis ministries and randomly performed songs with an impromptu band put together every day composed of whoever walked through the door. Many arrivals unexpectedly found themselves suddenly swept up into the Munchie Cup choir.

Ballpark Holistic easily won the best dispensary award and their products also dominated. Seven shops within walking distance of Green Labs had been targeted for participation. Dixie Elixirs won best medicated drink, Incredibles won the best candy award, and PBJ won best confection. Best flower went to Pakistani Kush, while best concentrate went to Live Resin BP. The best expo booth award went to Incredibles, who kept the judges happy with an endless supply of snacks, although none were medicated due to the rules in Denver regarding cannabis events. Next year, the Munchie Cup may be free to attend because if you don’t sell entry tickets, it is possible to give away cannabis and cannabis products.

The Pot Illuminati Award (blind judged by Grandmaster Caz in record time) went to Girl Scout Cookies, which beat out six other strains determined by the Temple Dragon Crew as being the best flowers at the event.



Who is the real King of Cannabis?



And was Operation Green Merchant designed to steal Nevil’s throne?

There seems to be some sort of ongoing disinfo op to minimize the essential role of Nevil’s Seed Bank in establishing the core genetics employed around the world today. I have to wonder where Nevil would be today had it not been for Operation Green Merchant, a New Orleans-centered op wherein a prosecutor claimed the Cannabis Cup I created was a front for seed distribution, and by buying ads in High Times, Nevil was shuffling his illegal profits to the magazine. In the media, Operation Green Merchant was played as an attack on High Times magazine, but in hindsight, I suspect Nevil was the target, simply because he ended up neutralized, leaving the door open for Michael Taylor and Dave Watson.

If you want to get the necessary background, check my previous blog: “The Mysterious Mr. Watson,” and be sure and read all the comments. But to summarize: There’s a disinfo meme Watson used me as a tool to create the Cannabis Cup so the DEA could bust people. I won’t mention the name of the person pushing this theory, except to say it’s standard spook practice to wrap jewels of knowledge inside easily-disproved fabrications, a magic trick that puts a mirror on top of what should be a picture window. But in trying to disentangle myself from this meme, I became a tar baby for the theory first vocalized online by Shantibaba (of Mr. Nice Seeds), who suggested Taylor and Watson could be spooks, a theory he’d picked up from Nevil.


Mario Lap

Although the comment was made somewhat innocently in an Italian Internet forum, Nevil had already put respected Dutch journalist Mario Lap into action, providing him with some documentation and pretty soon Lap had marshaled evidence that supported Nevil’s suspicions. And Lap made enough noise Watson soon lost his legal grow op for a time because the Dutch don’t like American spooks playing in their backyard.

When Watson first arrived in the mid-1980s, he’d joined forces with Wernard Bruining, who’d founded the first coffeeshop Mellow Yellow (after the Donovan song) in 1972. However, Bruining became alarmed by the scale of Watson and Taylor’s mission for world cannabis domination, and soon withdrew from the team. Around this time all Mellow Yellow grow ops got busted and these were the first indoor grow busts in Holland’s history.

maxresdefault-1I’m not connecting any dots, I just find it interesting someone is trying to use me as the mirror to shield Watson. But that original blog I wrote is taking on a life of it’s own, and has already drawn comments from Watson and Reeferman, once partners on a plan to wrest control of the Mexican weed market. Good thing Watson didn’t join that mission as originally planned, because that massive grow op went down as well, and Reeferman was apparently the only one who walked out alive.

I realize Watson has a booster team supporting his role in documenting and assembling important cannabis strains, and he rewards them with his marvelous hash, but I couldn’t help but notice an illuminating comment made by Nevil online a few years ago:

skunkman“It would have been about ’95, but I’m terrible with dates, but I was working at the Castle for Ben and they came to see me. They wanted to enlist my help in delineating the ancestries of the strains that I had put out. Ben still wasn’t selling anything that I hadn’t made (to the best of my knowledge). I found this to be a remarkable request for a number of reasons. I asked them why? What followed rocked my world. They told me that they were cooperating with the Australian Federal Police, who wanted to establish links between growing operation in Australia using genetic fingerprinting and the information I was to provide. This would lead to longer prison sentences. I’d recently done 11 months in maximum security remand in Australia and alarm bells are going off in my head like crazy. But I can be cool under pressure and decided to draw them out. They knew I had children in Australia and couldn’t go and see them. The suggestion was raised that cooperating might help my chances to be able to go back. They thought they had me. I said that I needed time to consider this proposal and needed some kind of documentary proof that they were genuine. No problem, I was told. On a later visit I was provided with documents from the Australian Federal Police demonstrating that this and much more was indeed the case. I said that I wished to show these documents to a legal adviser before making any decisions and was given their permission to do so. I went to Mario Lap, who used to work for the N.I.A.D. (Dutch institute for alcohol and drugs) and was an adviser to the Dutch Labor Party on cannabis affairs. He has a good paralegal mind and is well acquainted with law as it relates to cannabis. He was horrified as to the implications of those documents and didn’t particularly like American spooks operating in his back yard. He made further inquiries with the various Dutch ministries as to who these people were and who they were connected with and how they got their permits for Hortapharm. Mario is on record as to what he concluded and how that lead to their losing the Hortapharm license, My repeating it would only be hearsay. He may still have the original documents. Some time later when Hortapharm had lost their license and the Dutch law had been changed and seed breeding was illegal in Holland, we were all fairly bitter. Sam wanted a showdown which Arjan ended up organizing. Sam, Rob, Arjan and I met in a coffee shop. I don’t think Scott [Shantibaba] was there. They accused me of bringing down Hortapharm and I accused them of destroying the Dutch scene in order to get a monopoly. They came with their rationalizations the end justifying the means etc, but neither of us denied anything much. Nothing was achieved and we never saw each other again.” —N.

What do you think would happen to the world cannabis seed market if Nevil ever restarted his original Seed Bank in Australia and began shipping seeds globally wherever cannabis is legal? I’m hoping someday he takes on this mission and wrests back a dominant share of the seed marketplace, the one he’d captured before George Soros and his agents around the world were put in place, seemingly to manifest genetically-modified cannabis patented by Monsanto, because that’s the direction they seem to be headed in. Soros is funding the marijuana movement on many levels, as well as a big chunk of the alternative media.

And in closing this blog, I’m reminded of another suspicious piece of evidence. A reporter in Australia recently wrote an article on Nevil’s planned re-emergence, and was able to locate the key snitch who informed on Nevil to bring him down, and it turned out to be someone who worked for Nevil for four years, who owns a cannabis fertilizer company today and claims to have grown all the early Cup winners with his hydro solutions. In fact, he is likely taking credit for Nevil’s formulas, after snitching him out to the Feds. And nobody seems to notice, least of all the crackpot trying to use me as a mirror, who promotes the snitch’s product line.

And speaking of stealing credit, this awakens the long-slumbering memory of Nevil showing me how to make waterhash in his kitchen in the Castle in the early 1990s. The water coming from his tap was a micro degree above freezing and he put ground buds in a jar, filled it with tap water, and the resin floated to the bottom. No need for any patents or silkscreens. Funny how Nevil’s satori moment got turned into everyone else’s idea but Nevil’s.

So when people ask me who is the real King of Cannabis, I have to tell the truth: the title moves around depending on who has the center of gravity on cannabis seeds at any given moment in history. But Nevil was the first to establish the crown in our lifetimes. And as a past champion, he will always retain the possibility of a comeback. In fact, I’ll lace up the gloves for that mission if it means unseating Monsanto.

The 420 Address

420flyinggrafOne day, I went to Amsterdam and said, hey, it’s legal here, let’s have a harvest festival. So I started one. It was only me and two other fellows the first year. The second year there were five, including the first Freedom Fighter of the Year. The third year it was seven. The sixth year it was finally open to the public and 50 attended, 40 of whom bought travel packages. But now there are hundreds of thousands of people flocking to Denver to the Cannabis Cup and 420.

At first, I thought it was about having a party and for the first couple years, that’s all it meant to me. But then I started to realize, hey, there’s something deeper going on here because there are all these cultures using marijuana as a sacrament. And marijuana is so much more spiritual that alcohol. So much more. So I said, we need to honor the 5,000-year-old history of ceremonial use of cannabis.

The first thing I did was start a band, because you can’t have spirituality without music. Music, marijuana and mathematics are the road to spirituality and don’t forget it. Right away we decided we weren’t going to have any dogma because we wanted to invite all cultures to our ceremonies. We only have one rule: don’t hurt anybody. As long as you don’t hurt anybody, everything is cool.

This culture really started in Congo Square in New Orleans because that’s the only place for a hundred years where all cultures could get together. And marijuana is what elevated Louie Armstrong and those guys, just like it elevated Bob Marley. It’s part of our spirituality.

So we made up our ceremonies as we went along, and the stuff that worked is what stuck with us and we evolved a ceremony with seven candles. Why seven? Why are their seven points on a cannabis leaf? Seven is the marijuana number of ancient spirituality. The seven-pointed star is called the Star of the Magi. There were seven planets are the time when religion was born. When the three kings came to visit baby Jesus, it was cannabis they were bringing. And when Moses talked to a burning bush, that was cannabis he was listening to.

What does this plant bring? Just the world’s greatest medicine, and the world’s greatest food, and the world’s greatest path to spirituality. And by the way they banned if off the face of the earth for 2,000 years.

So I’m trying to change that best I can and I created the Pot Illuminati. I’m taking the Illuminati sigils away from the Illuminati and making it a very exclusive cannabis secret society so I can bend evil magic against itself.

Most candles you buy are totally toxic, by the way. Throw them away; don’t use them because they will poison you. I wanted to use seven candles in ceremonies, but soon discovered I had to make them. Seven colors to the rainbow, seven notes to the scale, seven days to the week, and seven chakras. There’s a lot to magic and you don’t have to learn it from someone else because it runs through you naturally and you can make it up as you go along, and the proof it works is we created an evolution in candle magic.

Beat Street Tribute Rocks B.B. King’s

Screen Shot 2015-04-12 at 9.09.44 AMI didn’t know what to expect when The Aquariusboyz announced a Beat Street Tribute for B.B. King’s.

But it was a chance for me to reconnect with a lot of people I hadn’t seen in 30 years, so I knew I was showing up.

But when the world’s greatest turntablist GranWizzard Theodore took the stage, and hip hop queen Sha-Rock got on the mic, and a circle formed on the dance floor (60-year-old b-boys went to the floor battling kids less than a third their age), I knew we’d reached epic status.

Screen Shot 2015-04-12 at 9.11.56 AMI brought 20 copies of my just-released 300-page book Hip Hop: The Complete Archives to give away and Sha Rock never let go of her copy (that’s the back cover in her hand). She shouted out my name repeatedly over the course of the night, and at one point took my hand and did a little hip hop dance with me. It was quite an honor to be so recognized by such a great goddess.

Things were getting so hyped I wondered if some aging b boy or b girl might injure themselves while bringing back 30-year-old moves.

The magic this crew gathers whenever they congregate is palpable. They were the kids who reinvented everything as they were entering high school. And even though they were told by the media they lived in the worst ghetto in America, they proved cultural skills and improvisational energy have nothing to do with bling. This was the generation that created art for its own sake, as a proof of their worth to the universe. And they still haven’t cashed in. And most people just don’t seem to understand what hip hop was before it went off the rails. If you want to find that true hip hop spirit, these are the people that manifest it best.

Screen Shot 2015-04-12 at 9.11.13 AMAs far as the wheels of steel go, nobody compares  with Theodore, the inventor of the scratch. When you want to have a true South Bronx old school party, he is always the first deejay of choice.

Which is not to put down the trinity, Kool Herc, the Godfather, Afrika Bambaataa, the prophet who realized “peace, unity and having fun” was the mission, and graffiti, breaking and rapping the vehicles, and Grandmaster Flash, originator of the quick-cut endless peak that took deejaying to new levels. Sadly, none of the trinity made it to the show, or at least I didn’t see them, but the house was packed, so I’m sure I missed a few in the chaos that emerged after the b boys and b girls started going off.

Busy Bee opens my new book Hip Hop with a performance at Bronx River Projects in the early 1980s, and he’s considered the greatest lead-off batter when it comes to old school.

Screen Shot 2015-04-12 at 9.10.36 AMAnd Bee did not disappoint as he delivered a classic that transported everyone back to 1980, or at least the ones in the audience like me old enough to have been there when Bee took emcee crown at Harlem World three years in a row, a reign that lasted until Kool Mo Dee elevated rap to a new level.

The club was packed with video cameras so you’ll probably be seeing the evidence on YouTube any day now.

Screen Shot 2015-04-12 at 9.09.05 AMEmcee G.L.O.B.E. and Debbie Dee were the first two I ran into, so they were the first two to score a free copy of the new book.

G.L.O.B.E. and I once worked on a project with Whiz Kid for a record that was supposed to come out with my original hip hop book. Tommy Boy records was working on that project, but it got hopelessly bogged down in legal issues as I was trying to use the real hip hop anthems in a mix-up that would recreate the sound of the original parties. He asked me, “When’s the last time you saw Tom Silverman?” “Probably around seven years ago at a Deepak Chopra event in SoHo,” I answered. And suddenly there was Tom Silverman standing at our table and waving hello.

Screen Shot 2015-04-12 at 9.10.12 AMThere were only a few writers passing around piece books, but the work was epic as well.

I find creativity is telepathic and when you have an orgy of creative energy, it can be amplified and shared around the room. And the first generation of hip hop remain the world’s greatest masters at manifesting improvisational energy, and it’s an awesome feeling when that energy starts going off in all directions and all forms of artistic expression. Sadly, this generation never really made anything off their inventions, and someday I hope the world discovers they are the fountain of the real hip hop magic as well as the road home.

Remembering Judith Malina

440px-Piscator-PortraitErwin Piscator and Bertold Brecht reinvented theater during the great unsung Weimar Republic in Germany. Creative energy and enlightenment were manifesting so fast at the time the Central Bankers were forced to collapse the currency in order to restore fascism to the throne of Europe’s most powerful economy.

But there was that glorious decade when Piscator ran the People’s Theater in Berlin and was integrating multimedia into theater while deconstructing it from an entertainment vehicle to a path to enlightenment. Before the Nazis came to power, Piscator immigrated to New York City and began teaching a Dramatic Workshop at The New School attended by Marlon Brandon among others.

One of his students was a young girl named Judith Malina, who would soon reinvent theater along with painter/poet Julian Beck when they created The Living Theater and began holding performances on the second floor of an ancient wooden building on the Upper West Side, around the corner from where Malina’s parent’s lived. Beck was a Yale student when they first met, and Judith was 17-years-old.

JudithMalinaThere were some synergistic elements that contributed to the evolution of experimental theater, and The Living Theater represented the height of that evolution. The troupe began doing yoga and living together communally, while also experimenting with psychedelic substances and improvisation. Their greatest work, Paradise Now, was so transformational that at the end of the performance, the audience sometimes took to the streets to make a protest for world peace.

When I moved to New York City in 1979, Malina and Beck had just returned from decades of exile in Europe. They had been hounded out of the country as subversives during the 1960s. I remember when I first saw Julian standing on the corner outside my Upper West Side apartment. He was unmistakable, very tall and very bald on top with long hair down to his shoulders. I was awestruck to find him just hanging out in my neighborhood and it would take years before I made it into their nearby family apartment, and by that time, Julian had passed.

Judith became a huge stoner late in life and once got taken to the local police station when she was caught walking down 98th street casually smoking a joint. They let her go with a $100 fine. Pot was like daily bread to Judith and she paid little attention to the fact it was illegal. When I wrote a screenplay about growing up in Central Illinois in the 1960s, I offered her a role and we soon held a reading at The Living Theater that was well-received. Judith was not happy with her role, however, but only because she felt it didn’t have enough lines and I should add some more. She also worried that my ending was very dark and pessimistic, as if sending the message that the 1960s revolution had been a failure and not a success. “But isn’t that what happened?” I asked. “Didn’t they successfully co-opt everything and depoliticize the population?” Perhaps, said Judith, but (and I am paraphrasing here) it was our job to inspire the change.

Judith kept inspiring and fighting the revolution for enlightenment and world peace until she took her last breath at age 88 on April 10th 2015.

Her spirit is a good place to be.


My letter to Bill Levin

billlevinDear Bill:

Now you probably know how I felt after creating the Freedom Fighters and Cannabis Cup. Marijuana carries immense vibrations, and what begins as a lark sometimes turns into something epic.

I don’t prescribe ceremonies and prefer everyone to make up their own, but I’d like to share a brief sketch of my 45-year-long history organizing counterculture ceremonies, something that began in 1967 in Champaign-Urbana, Illinois, when I published the largest underground newspaper in Central Illinois, The Tin Whistle. One of my primary inspirations from the period was the late James Wilson, later to become known as Chef Ra, who organized the Freedom Fighter Campground Free Kitchen (Rasta Pasta Pesto), and was everyone’s favorite speaker at the Hash Bash, until his heart exploded in his sleep on Christmas Eve a few years ago (RIP Ra). Some of the other ceremonial masters I studied under include John Cage, Jasper Grootveld, Julian Beck, Judith Malina, Ken Kesey, Mountain Girl, Ken Babbs, Paul Krassner, Wavy Gravy. I could keep going…there were so many influences and inspirations because I brought a different team to every Cannabis Cup for 20 years while I organized that event and I always put them in charge of all ceremonies.

It requires a harmonized team to manifest great ceremonies, and I began by assembling the greatest artists, performers, vocalists, musicians, drummers and making them my core. This team became known as the Temple Dragon Crew after a speech made by Stephen Gaskin at a Cup 420 ceremony. We employ seven candles in our ceremonies, and a different person lights each one and says something. That’s how the ceremony starts. Everything is improvisational and the candles provide a sort of group sermon, and the person who lights a candle, selects the next person and so on, so you never know how the energy is going to pass around the room, but it’s all good no matter what happens. At some point in the service we form a circle, respect a moment of silence and then do an OM. I believe the OM has been passed down from the original cannabis religions from over 5,000 years ago in India and Persia. It is very effective way to harmonize people in preparation for group improvisation.

JAIN CENTER, ENGLANDThen the jam begins and everyone participates, and hemp paper and hemp oil sticks can be distributed for those who don’t sing, dance or play drums. The idea is to manifest a telepathic field of pure creativity, which is a palpable telepathic force that can be passed around and amplified with practice. Cannabis is an aid to amplifying creative power, especially when used in ceremonies.

The reason we invite a different person to be High Priestess and High Priest at every ceremony is to prevent corruption and personality cults. Any elements that stick, like the seven candles (representing the seven lights of cannabis as realized by Alex Grey at the Cup), are things that keep appearing at every ceremony.

The mission to topple the hoodwink manipulating religion to manifest war for profit is important, and from a small ripple, great changes can emerge. We can only reform religion by working from within the paradigm, not by trying to banish it off the face of the earth, a jihad under another name.

If you ever want our Temple Dragon Crew to perform at your church, just let us know. The crew involves Grandmaster Caz (vocals), Fantuzzi (congas), Me (guitar), Dino (theremin), Jet (guitar), Larry (violin) and members of the Cannabis Cup Band, who are considered among the greatest reggae session players in New York City. However, most of us would require travel expenses, and I can’t guarantee everyone would show, but I do promise to leave behind a set of seven candles for your church to enjoy.

much love,