Healing of Belushi's Farm
The number one fear in life is death. The number two fear in life is the collapse of family. What collapses a family? Could it be a tragic death, divorce, addiction, overdose, abuse, or debilitating illness? 80% of the families that experience a traumatic event collapse. Maybe it's a husband and wife with their son who has 40 seizures a day. Maybe that wife is a helpless mother who is by her son all day and all night, who isn't sleeping in her own bed with her husband for possibly years because conventional drugs couldn't give her son a peaceful night. This family can collapse. Then there's addiction. Addiction sneaks into a family like a snake, slowly constricting until it suffocates. It's like a hand grenade that's dropped into a trench where no one is safe from the ripping shrapnel. I know so many people who are suffering from traumatic experiences caused by illness, war, death, or divorce and all the victims of this struggling to avoid collapse are looking for medicine to help them with this suffering.
The most readily available medication is alcohol or prescription meds. To cope someone might turn to something to distract. They often become over–worked, over–sexed, over–eaters, or under–eaters. One drug leads to the next until it escalates into a new tragedy to further collapse the family. Cannabis is not a gateway drug, it's a gateway to healing. It's a sun–grown, natural, safe, and multilayered plant of healing. It can wipe out the 40 seizures from that young man and allow his mother to sleep in the same room with her husband. It can change the quality of life for them and gives the family hope. It's a path off of opiates for the veteran, a path to relieve anxiety, inflammation, sleeplessness, depression, and hopelessness. It can also enhance music, the taste of food, or the touch of your lovers skin. It can bring joy, euphoric feelings, and a higher consciousness that leads to compassion and empathy for others. All this is part of the wellness of cannabis.
I have finally come full circle, dealing with my brother's tragic overdose. That overdose collapsed our family and that
collapse contributed to more divorces and more trauma. Now I'm on a path of more healing and more happiness. I'm not going to let my brother's passing be in vain. I want to see the healing of communities, illnesses, and of course family.
That's why I'm here.
I started this beautiful little farm on the Rouge River in Southern Oregon's Banana Belt where the sun, water, and air is the perfect combination to sustain an organic, powerful, and beautiful plant. It has been skillfully guiding me to where I believe I'm supposed to go, and I'm here for the ride.
It has showed me veterans brought to tears from the relief, cancer patients who's tumors it has shrunk or who have been aided in the final steps of life where as a patient they can still talk to their family instead of being incapacitated by an opioid daze. The medical implications of this plant are astounding, and with new medical research coming out every day we're constantly learning new tools. We are zeroing in on specific strains for more targeted healing. It's an exciting time and it fully engages me.
If we knew in the 1970s what we know now about the medicine of cannabis, I believe there'd be a lot more people alive today, including my brother John. My brother was a 5’8” (he says, I think he was really 5'7") all state, all conference, middle linebacker in high school. He was prom king, a member of the honor society, and an all around upstanding young man. His senior year I watched him seize as he was held on to the little cement sink in our laundry room and then fell to the ground.
I thought he was kidding, because he was always funny, but he wasn't kidding. After examination upon examination there
was no answer. We all now know it was CTE (Chronic traumatic encephalopathy), a form of neurodegeneration common
in those who have sustained multiple head injuries that he likely acquired from his days on the football field.
He experienced all the symptoms of erratic behavior common with CTE: ADHD, disorientation, impulsive behavior, etc…
When he smoked his first joint in college I think he had found his medicine, unfortunately we didn't see it as medicine then. Additionally, coming from a collapsed family as we did, also contributed to a need of medication of some kind.
He continued along with the culture of that time to experiment with drugs and self-medication until he reached his accidental overdose in 1982.