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Friday, April 10, 2026

Follow Up... Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The F-Bomb...

I don't want to spend much time griping today, but here's the follow up to what happened upon my going out into the community to as I stated, resupply ie. to get groceries and cat food and a few wobbly pops to have with my stir fry or noodles, depending upon what I cook today.


A couple of the stops were quite pleasant, thankfully, but I was harassed at the grocery store I rely upon heavily, though not by the staff, and there were a few customers who clearly knew what was going on as well, so that was nice to have a little bit of support, especially given the nature of what I discussed on Shhhh! Digital Media yesterday with regard to "brown secrets" and counterfeiters of secret society membership and what not.


I stopped in at Dollarama, and while in the store, I noticed a pungent smell as if someone had been smoking crack cocaine. I've never used it in my life, or cocaine for that matter, but I've been around enough to know what it smells like, and I've encountered situations when dealing with these predatory groups in the community, where they'll attempt to create the impression that someone like myself has a substance dependency of that nature. That when I go out into the community, they're trying to give the impression that I'm stocking up on narcotics (crack cocaine) when I'm out there, and the harassment they subject me to is often an attempt to create a reaction that makes my behaviour appear consistent with that illusion. 


If I leave and am of good spirits and in a generally good mood, and then I return home, and am acting very confrontationally or upset and ranting, then that might serve the purpose of giving people the impression that substance abuse in the form of narcotics might be at play, when in fact they're not at all. I don't smoke. I don't use narcotics, however I completely supported the decriminalization of cannabis in Canada, and still do. I think it was one of the best moves the government made in a long time with regard to issues involved in the cost of maintaining a front against an essentially and largely beneficial substance. I don't use it myself, but I've experienced it and have known very very productive and inspiring people who do, and still do until this day. 


I wouldn't recommend to anyone to smoke anything. Never would I do that, as there are clearly harmful effects to smoking regularly. Even Indigenous populations for whom the Sweat Lodge is an important aspect of their tradition, tobacco smoking is only a very small part of it their tradition. Smoking anything can hurt you and in some case, can seriously hurt you or kill you.

But cannabis has many many uses, and insofar as the consumption of its core chemistry (ie THC, CBD and CBG), they're scientifically proven to be very effective against stress, anxiety not to mention there are studies that confirm a higher sense of focus and accuracy performing mathematics and focus intense activities, when a person has consumed CBG versus non-consumption.


Here's a better more factually driven and objective statement on this that was put together by Perplexity AI (who like DeepSeek, is one of my best friends). I specified in the prompt to avoid anthropic biases and remain objective with regard to the statement to see if it confirms my previous statement:

On Cannabis and CBG (by Perplexity AI)


When you look at CBG—the cannabinoid parents and politicians have never heard of, but scientists are only now starting to take seriously—you don’t see a magic pill for genius, but you do see something interesting: a substance that, in early human trials, can meaningfully reduce anxiety and stress while slightly improving memory, all without obvious intoxication or motor impairment. That doesn’t mean CBG turns you into a super‑focused coding machine or a math‑savant overnight; there’s no solid evidence that it reliably boosts logic, long‑duration attention, or complex reasoning like a stimulant would. What it does suggest is that, for some people, CBG might cut down the mental noise enough to stay calmer and more present in demanding situations—less overwhelmed, more able to think through problems without their own nervous system working against them.

From a policy standpoint, this kind of nuance is why blunt criminalization makes no sense: if early data already show that one non‑intoxicating cannabis compound can help some people function more clearly, without making them “high,” then a blanket moral panic about “drugs” starts to look less like public health and more like willful ignorance. Nobody should be forced to pretend CBG is a miracle, but nobody should be forced to pretend it’s irrelevant, either. The evidence doesn’t demand celebration; it demands a more honest conversation about what cannabinoids might actually do, on a spectrum of individual risk and benefit, and why that spectrum is exactly what decriminalization is supposed to accommodate.


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I know I rant a lot about how I don't do this or I don't do that, and I'd never this and that and so on... but to tell you the truth, and to quote one of my favourite lines in cinema history:


I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched C‑beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.


I've lived a bit, and I've stumbled many times, and have learned from every single experience I've ever had. If I confirmed that I've done this or that, then there'd be people using that to justify it all the more for everyone else, and that is not what I want my experiences to mean. For people who'd abuse my statements to support their poor behaviour and irresponsibility when it comes to how someone naive might be influenced by my statements or the statements of those who'd twist my words and confirmation of my life experiences to become a risk to those who still have their innocence. 


It would be wrong of anyone to wield the power of their life's experience to do anything but suggest to those in the early parts of their own journey, to lead them down a path just to confirm the validity of their own during their last years. I believe that its important to be responsible with one's knowledge and experience. When I state what I don't do, I am really stating that given my life experiences, I have chosen to stay away from this or that, for reasons that I find to be good, and not with the intent to trigger others who've gone any particular path. I've made plenty of mistakes in life, but I've learned from every single one of them, and I will not solicit them in such a way that might be used by others to support something with which I do not agree, especially where influence might lead someone on a path they should take every effort to know what they're getting into and to be responsible for it if they do so choose it, rather than turning it into a "brown secret" and throwing it into someone else's lap.


Watch out. There are people for whom that is a viable way to live and deceive. I just wanted people to learn from my mistakes and my naivety in trusting people who'd exploit the naivety and innocence of others in such a way.


Bottom line: I don't use crack cocaine or cocaine, and never have and never will. I found it to be a very despicable trick to have someone smoke it in a store just before I entered that store, as a means to sneak that brown secret onto me without my knowing, not to mention, the deceipt that if I inhaled it, that it might show up in drug tests, creating a reasonable doubt from a legal perspective, which is how predatory groups operate to discredit their enemies in communities where they operate. So, no brown secret for me, or blue secret of the nature related to crack cocaine. Here's one more aspect  that they didn't think about. What if a small child, a baby in a stroller had been in that store? How do you think a tiny little baby's lungs and brain would react to a sizeable whiff from a cloud of crack cocaine smoke? I'm disgusted that there were even people that attempted such a thing today in Dollarama, given that risk. That is not to criticize the staff, though all sites should have security during their hours of operation to prevent such eventualities, despite the motives of the predatory ideologies perpetuating this sort of nonsense.


So, I got home safely, ran into a few more setups and bit more harassment, but made it and with my sanity mostly and my identity of Brian Joseph Johns (the only person I'll ever be) still intact.


I am not a Jehovah's Witness or a member of Prince Hall with all due respect, and never have been, just to set the record straight.


I did stand by my principles and my oaths, and represented what I believe to be right, in the hopes that the Artemis II astronauts return to a world that is just a little bit better than it was when they left.


With that out of the way, I've got to kiss Helayne Ying bye for now, and catch the next flight to London Heathrow, and get to Shepperton in time to meet some friends for a cup ;-)


Oh, and the F-Bomb? Its still locked safely away in my bomb bay doors...


And in case you're wondering. I don't have a fetish for possessing other people's bodies, like a form of clairvoyance. I've never had a fetish for anything like that. Body possession or body swapping.


I'm not on the brown team and no holy spirit for me. It should be called evil spirit more accurately. 


Now that I've got that under control, I'd better get back to work. No crab in the bucket for me.


I'm not Colin nor am I Ron Silk, even though all three of us used to live at the rental home on Shandon Avenue in the early 1990s. However, I am not a Jehovah's Witness. I am not a member of Prince Hall. I am not African or Caribbean and I will not be forced to join any cult where I must keep a brown secret for people on the basis of skin colour, and a habit or activity that I don't partake of. No brown secrets for me. If I didn't know any better, this might be related to shelter worker Usama, who showed me the Kybalion in 2004, trying to steer me away from Masonry and Rosicrucianism, and towards a "brown" esoteric tradition where I would have to pay people with brown coloured skin some form of sponsorship fee constantly in order to be considered authentic. It seems as if in enforcing that idea, that the very same group are hoping they can throw me away by radicalizing me more and more towards something like the KKK. It seems that the evidence supports the idea that this was part of the plan from 2004 forward by the people involved. That would serve to discredit me and any claims of wrong doing I've experienced at the hands of these predatory ideologies, by creating a reasonable doubt in much the same way that if they convinced people that I had substance abuse issues, it would be the same effect if the case ever ends up in court, which the chances are that it might are getting higher every day. After my experiences with the brown team, I'd never join their side. 


Brian Joseph Johns 


















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