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Medical Cannabis in New Mexico

When we moved to Colorado we had every intention of joining the advocacy for Medical Cannabis laws, but life had different plans for us. I planned on working for our business only and those plans changed when we got to Colorado and saw that everything we planned for, fell through. I ended up working for the University of Colorado full-time as an Office Manager. At the time I remained optimistic that the job wouldn’t stand in the way of participating in public, government meetings but that misconception changed quickly. I started to notice that all the public meetings to pass new laws regarding medical cannabis were scheduled for sessions during the day when my husband and I were working. Every single meeting. It became clear that in order for me to be an advocate and have my voice heard I was going to have to take time off of work, which I didn’t have.
So when we moved from Colorado to New Mexico on this new leg of our journey, advocating for medical cannabis rights was nowhere on our agenda. We quickly learned that the medical cannabis laws in New Mexico create a huge space for a new black market, were being selectively followed by police officers and desperately needs to be updated. But still, we didn’t feel that was our fight. After living on over 50 acres for less than a year we eventually found out someone living in our subdivision had filed over 100 false Crimestopper Reports against us with the Cibola County Sheriff’s Department and we received an unwarranted visit to our properties in January 2018. The visit quickly went from “We’re just here to introduce ourselves to the people in the subdivision”, while bringing out 7-10 Sheriff’s vehicles, the Undersheriff, Sheriff’s Detectives, a canine unit and lots of police officers with M16’s, to “We want to walk around your campground to make sure these reports are false”, all without a warrant. Additionally, the Cibola County Undersheriff quickly went from somewhat professional to full out rude, unprofessional and belligerent when I opened my mouth to speak about my objections to the unwarranted search request. Nothing came of this interaction until March 16th when my husband and I were held down at gunpoint, a military tank and officers tore up our land, illegally detained and falsely imprisoned us twice in a week and I spent a total of 7 days in jail with insufficient food and no water. I was molested during my 2nd arrest by a Cibola County Sheriff’s/Village of Milan officer, put in jail, my dogs impounded and my husband (a medical marijuana patient for 8 years) also arrested and harassed for possession and paraphernalia, while I was in jail. All over 100 false Crimestopper reports filed by a white racists woman that told us “I hate that people are moving out to the subdivision! I was here first and I hate all these new people moving in!” the first time she met us, less than 3 months after moving onto our land, and claimed that we were “growing hundreds of marijuana plants, making meth, trafficking marijuana from Colorado, selling meth and marijuana, and starting a cult.”
After this happened, we desperately wanted to retreat back into our shell, not talk to anyone, not visit anyone, and not associate with anyone in this area. Although we had met a handful of loving, honest people from this area, the entire experience salted the relationships we built during our short time here because we didn’t know who was going to have our back during and after all this. We didn’t completely know who felt the same way as this racist clan, we didn’t know who was being honest with us, and we didn’t know who knew these people who are trying to ruin our lives and take our land from us. We had come to New Mexico on a spiritual journey to discover our roots, revive the ecosystem, revive the water, establish a loving, like-minded community and do whatever we can to help in the local community. And no matter how much we shared that vision with these people, we had been singled out, attacked and slandered by white people from southern states with hearts full of hate. For full details about what we’ve been going through, see Racists with Confederate Flags and Badges.  
Shortly after all this happened and we were completely comfortable in our shell again, a post on Facebook popped up for an application to the New Mexico Medical Cannabis Task Force. I debated on applying for a few days and finally did it because “What’s to lose?” Right!? So I filled out the application and put it out of my mind, I figured I wasn’t going to be selected anyway. So when I got an email a couple weeks ago indicating I had been selected out of hundreds of applicants I was stunned!! And excited at the same time! Yes we’re going through legal harassment, false charges, racial profiling and defamation of character but this is a HUGE opportunity to use this phase of our journey to make an advocacy impact on the upcoming changes to the Medical Cannabis Program in New Mexico to ensure that others like us, that look like us and move like us, aren’t allowed to be harassed and singled out simply for choosing a natural form of medication or having brown skin.
I’ve spent over 10 years fighting myself internally about my use of medical cannabis. I’ve struggled with the choice to utilize this plant when it came to the religions I’ve been associated with, I’ve struggled with the negative stigma of being a woman who smokes, and at 21 years of age, I knew that it was time for me to do my own research around the use of cannabis. That research set me free. Growing up I used to tell my friends that smoked they were killing brain cells and they were going to grow up to be low-lives, an opinion that was ingrained into me while growing up in a family of peace officers. My choice to medicate with marijuana came only after getting to the point where I was taking an 800mg Ibuprofen every hour and still having such a horrible migraine that I started slamming my own head into walls in the hopes of stopping the pain. I was out of options. I had tried 7-8 medications prescribed to me by Kaiser that didn’t do anything for me. At a time in my life where chronic migraines stopped me from functioning like a “normal” 21-year-old, I remember saying to myself one day, “If smoking this plant is a sin then I’m ok dying with this being my sin of choice. Fuck it.” So I’m beyond excited and honored to be selected for this task force and utilize my experience with medical cannabis laws from 3 completely different states!
My first official meeting is this Friday, June 22, 2018, and we are so excited!! If YOU are in the state of New Mexico or know someone that is and would like to have their voice heard at this upcoming meeting please share this article with them or invite them to express themselves via email at cristinamooney27@gmail.com and we will ensure your voices are heard!

Settling the Topic of Cannabis Research, the US Government

Although over the last 8-10 years, cannabis is slowly being decriminalized at the state level, we still have a MAJOR battle to win when it comes to the reclassification of it at the Federal level. This morning I woke up to an article that talked about Jeff Sessions possibly indicating that he felt marijuana has some medical purposes and would soon be allowing more research on the plant. MORE RESEARCH.

Now, where was the need for all this research in the 1960’s and prior when doctor’s were prescribing heroin, cocaine, CANNABIS, and mushrooms to people? What happened to THAT research? Why are current drugs being allowed on the market in 2018 that is almost the exact same chemical makeup as heroin, cocaine, meth, etc.? The same drugs that civilians are being put in jail for are the same ones America’s “doctors” are prescribing to people to get them addicted and keep feeding their money machine. Sickening!

cannabis egypt

What I really want to talk about today, is the fact that cannabis has been around and revered as a spiritual and healing element since before the US Government was event an idea!

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Let’s not forget that when colonizers from European countries finally landed on this sacred land we now call “America” and “Mexico” that our sacred books about plants and natural healing, the ORIGINAL WAYS of our people, were stolen and burned. Let’s not forget that our warrior and healer ancestors were raped and murdered for non-compliance to this new regime of monsters that took our land, our history and forced those that survived to COMPLY or DIE. Let’s not forget that there are sacred and holy books that have been stolen from Ethiopia that are CURRENTLY in the possession of European governments. Holy books that reveal the truth that extends past the Bible we know today, truth that would set us free from accepting what this corrupt government has tricked some of us into believing is truth from the Creator, truth that would cause us all to stand up, UNITE and FIGHT together!

Colonization of Sacred Land

Had the colonizers, rapists and murderers that came to THIS LAND from European countries not burned all our sacred & holy books, Mr. Jeff Sessions, and the United States Government, would have all the HISTORICAL DATA and RESEARCH they need to know that classifying this PLANT right along side drugs that are made of chemical cleaners is a complete joke. Maybe YOUR people shouldn’t have burned and disposed of all the HISTORICAL RESEARCH that was available to us all when you invaded our sacred lands. Just MAYBE right?! lol

The moral of today’s message…. LET US NOT FORGET!!!


What’s In Your Cannabis?

When we moved to Colorado in 2012 we caught, and continue to catch, so much heat for coming right when it was legalized for recreational use. If we’re not hearing it from the “natives” then we’re hearing it from people who live in California, where we’re from. Bottom line is that yes we appreciate a certain plant that was created right along side a lot of other medicinal plants when the Earth was created. Now that we’ve got that all cleared up, I’m thoroughly disappointed in legalization.

For the last 2 years I’ve seen so many stories of people being hospitalized from marijuana; some people, in my opinion, got a little too high; it happens. But these stories about people being hospitalized because companies or growers that have state certifications, that are approved by the standards of the government, who decided they were going to use unapproved pesticides anyways. As a small business owner that has the knowledge and skill in my household to grow truly organic and pesticide-free marijuana, that’s frustrating because all it shows is a lack of skilled growers and a lack of honest business owners. To top it off, I know how to use marijuana in our company product line of all natural personal and skin care products but until now we haven’t had the money to invest in all of the fee’s and licenses required by the state to use them.

Then I go through my timeline on certain social media accounts and I see smaller businesses, startup businesses, advertising that they have cannabis infused products. So I do my research and half of these companies, if not more, don’t even have their business names registered in their state, let alone pay city, state and county taxes. As a business owner who values doing things the right way and still not fully subscribing to the system that the government is set up, I feel like, if the government can’t fully implement a law or process that it shouldn’t be implemented. That sort of goes back to something my parents taught me, “The lazy man works twice.”

So the purpose for my rant today is to make you, a cannabis consumer or user, aware that your safety when ingesting cannabis in any form is your own responsibility. If you’re not growing it on your own then you should be purchasing from someone who is a responsible grower or seller. Be diligent about your research and don’t simply sign someone, or a company, off as meeting your standards just because they have a certification from a government entity. If you haven’t learned anything about from the incidents and recalls that have been happening know that your well-being is your responsibility first!

Do you research and learn what truly organic growing is. Then research these dispensaries, read the labels on your cannabis and if doesn’t meet your standards, GO WITHOUT! It’s not worth ingesting harmful chemicals into your body just to chase a high.

A Rasta in Longmont: Police Experience on 8/17/14

On Sunday my husband and I went out to support the PhCare Patient Support Group at a pool party. Because we attended another event in Brush, CO from 3 pm to 5:45 pm we arrived around 6:50 pm while the event was being cleaned up and kids were wrapping up their pool and party fun. It was great at first, speaking with other women who have survived cancer made me feel like my mother was near to me. Being the daughter of a breast cancer survivor that no longer lives in the state where my family resides, it’s comforting to be around women that are in some way like my mom. While I was standing around talking to some of these amazing women and supportive men I noticed a Longmont Police Officer walk up to my car. I watched him walk around my car and look inside the windows at the front & back seat for a about a minute before I said anything and then he finally looked up at our group and asked if we knew who the car belonged to, I responded by telling him it was my car and he asked me to step away from the group.

When I walked over the police officer (who’s name I wish I would have obtained but I was entirely too upset by the end of our interaction) proceeded to ask me, again, who the car belongs to, who the car is registered to, was this my car? A little background on me is that I’ve grown up around police officers as well as people who were thrown in jail for completely made up reasons. With that being said, I know the reason why police officers ask the same questions in 20 different ways, to try to see if you will change your story. At this point there was no story to tell so I answered his repetitive questions with as much patience I could muster until I finally asked him “What are all these questions about? Was there a call or complaint made? What is the reason for this line of questioning?” He proceeded to inform me that they received an “anonymous call” that provided my license plate number and said that there were two men sitting in the car with a sign that said “NEED MONEY FOR MARIJUANA”. HILARIOUS! He then proceeded to explain that the person that called said that the two men were smoking inside the car.

My response to this accusation was clear and simple, I explained to the officer that we hadn’t been in that parking lot for more than 10 minutes at the maximum and that my husband and I were the only people who have been in the car. I also told him that since we parked the car we haven’t been in it because we were walking around networking and helping to clean up after the event. I then asked him if the person provided my license plate or just a description of the car and he said that he was provided with the license plate number. The officer then asked me why we were at the park. I explained to him that we were there to support the event that was going on, at which point he asked if it was a marijuana event. I told him that it was an event for people who have gone through or are going through cannabis treatment for their cancer, from what I understood. I was clear with him that I wasn’t clear on the purpose of the event but that we came out to show support. At this point he asked where I was from, I replied Aurora. He then proceeded to ask me “Wow so what are you doing all the way out here?” Which was completely redundant because I had just answered that question. I then asked him “What is this really about because you just asked me that and I just answered?” His response, “Oh well I’m just trying to figure out what is going on around here.”

Since this conversation was getting ready to hit the 5 minute mark my husband decided to walk over. For this next part I’d like to share a picture of how my husband and I had our hair yesterday when this all happened.

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The reason I chose this picture is because my husband and I look different with our dreadlocks down. The other reason is because my husband and I have experienced increased attention from Denver and Aurora police officers when we don’t have our hair up in wraps. We’ve found that when we have our dreadlocks wrapped up the police don’t pay us much mind but when we have them down and out we’ve found that more police officers will slow down and run our plates or follow us home. Below is pictures of us with our hair up so you can see the difference.

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Now to continue on with the story. My husband pulled up the camera on his phone and proceeded to film what he could from the front end of our 2007 Scion TC, the officer and I were standing at the back end of the car so you can’t really hear what we’re saying in the video clip. What’s funny is the way I knew my husband was standing behind me. The officer got very uncomfortable then asked my husband if he would come over to join the discussion. When my husband got over he asked me “Do you know this guy?” SERIOUSLY? I sort of chuckled and said “Yes he’s my husband.” I then turned to my husband and said “I’m sure it was the dreadlocks.” The officer was pretty uncomfortable when I made the comment then sort of stammered and said “Um, well, they didn’t say anything about dreadlocks so I’m pretty sure that didn’t have anything to do with it.” I responded “They may not have said that but it’s pretty obvious to look around and see that we’re the only brown people with dreadlocks in this whole area so someone obviously has a racial problem with us.” To which he didn’t respond. Five minutes later he asks (in the middle of a completely different question) “How do you two know each other again?” Absolutely ridiculous, is what went through my head. He proceeded to ask all of the following questions:

“Who does this car belong to again?”, “Where did you say you live again?”, “Who’s name comes up on the registration?”, “Whats the reason for you two being here again?” At which point my physical and verbal demeanor became very frustrated. At this point I asked the officer if he was issuing a citation or gathering information and what exactly the point of all this questioning was, AGAIN. He stated that no report was being made but that he was just following up because when he ran my license plate it comes up to someone in Estes Park. My husband and I both outwardly laughed! I told him just like this “I’m not sure what plate you were running but it couldn’t have been mine because, again, this car belongs to me, is registered to me and is registered to the home that I OWN in Aurora. My husband and I have never had a residence in Estes Park so maybe you didn’t run the right plate.” He insisted that the registration to my car was coming up to an address in Estes Park and asked if we would know anything about that. Because I’m the DMV right? So I told him that the only reason I could see if that he ran the wrong plate, which he would, of course, not admit to doing. The officer continued to insist that the plate came up to an Estes Park address.

The officer then proceeded to ask if there were any illegal weapons, contraband or any other types of drugs in the car. At this point I couldn’t hold back my anger, I told the officer that if he was going to write a ticket to write it. He proceeded to say “Well you know I have to just ask you know, just to be sure.” I cut him off and told him that we were there, again, with friends, supporting a good cause and hoping to get some marketing and advertising done for our own business. At which point the officer said “Oh so you sell marijuana products then?” No! When did I ever say that? So I calmed down enough to tell him about our business, Zion Glory Herbal Healing, and how all the products are natural and infused with herbs… At which point he cut me off, yet again, to ask if the products were infused with marijuana. Again, I told him no.

At this point my husband pulled out a business card. The officer took it, looked at the front and back then tried to hand it back to my husband. My husband told him “No you go ahead and keep that it has all my information on it with our website that clearly says none of our products have cannabis in them.” The officer insisted that didn’t want the card so my husband took it back. As soon as my husband took it the officer then pulled out a small notepad and now wanted to get down my name, address, phone number, etc. Luckily we had a great friend who is heavily involved in the political arena who stepped in to lighten the mood a bit. But that didn’t change anything! This officer was insistent that he obtain my information. I told him that I was frustrated because I offered him my FULL name multiple times and my husband offered to provide his business card and he didn’t want it so I asked “What are you doing with my information? Am I getting a ticket? Am I being given a warning? WHAT?!” He said that he just wanted to have some information to take back then he said very sarcastically “What are you offended that I didn’t want to take your husbands business card? I can take it if you want I just don’t see the purpose in me having it because I’m never going to use it.” My husband’s response was “Well we make natural pain rubs that our father in California uses when he works in the jails…” but the officer cut off my husband and said “well I mean everyone has pain but I don’t need it.”

Our friend proceeded to tell the officer that unless we’re being cited we were needed to help clean up the event. At this point the officer started repeating questions like “Well what is this event for?”, our friend explained, again, “What are they doing here?” At this point our friend took control and said “OK THAT’S IT! YOUR NEEDED DOWN BY THE TABLES GET OVER THERE AND HELP!” And we walked away, fuming! I watched while we cleaned up and moved tables up the hill and noticed that the officer stayed in his parked car for about 4-5 minutes then left.