The most familiar to us all in way of smokable herbs are the Native American Indians and their peace pipes.
Since the beginning of time, people across the planet have ingested herbs in a myriad of ways.
Can you imagine how connected to the earth these peoples were? That they knew of all these healing plants long before we ever did? You would think that we would have retained this knowledge somewhere over the last 3000 years and incorporated this into our way of life and saved humanity from BIG PHARMA poison. But alas, humanity has not. But there are a few of us around still fighting the cause, I digress… apologies… moving on
The most familiar to us all in way of smokable herbs are the Native American Indians and their peace pipes. We know that the Americas were built on the plantations of tobacco, so we are also akin to the knowledge that the Native Indians smoked tobacco, (after all they did show the newbies how to plant!) but they did not smoke this tobacco alone, they blended it with different herbs to represent whatever the ceremony they were celebrating. Be it war, birth, death, they had different herbs for each event.
Jumping across the planet quickly, to add more context, we have the Incas, who were the first peoples known to use the plant Erythroxylum coca, the cocaine plant. But they used it for connecting to the gods, by chewing the plants leaves and smoking them when ceremony called for it. It was considered most sacred and you were unable to commune with the gods without it.
Then we hop on over to another continent, AFRICA, where the African peoples have been smoking herbs for time immemorial. Then the lost tribe of the Amazon, when first documented on camera they were smoking their own blend of herbs… What fascinates me is how did they know to smoke them (rollies and pipes) and not eat them if they have never come into contact with modern humans?
I believe its because smoking herbs comes naturally to us humans. And perhaps the herbs taste terrible when eaten.
And whilst I would love to go into more detail around this, we don’t have the time. Seriously.
The interesting thing to note here is that all these peoples from around the world from way back when and very recently also had a sacred pipe in which they had to smoke these herbs, I’m not sure if that really is sacred or if the just didn’t have rolling papers, but they all had one. And all of them had it given to them by other worldly creatures or gods. (curious I know)
But for interest sake, here is an excerpt from the book “The Sacred Pipe: Black Elk’s Account of the Seven Rites of the Oglala Sioux”, edited by Joseph Epes Brown.
According to Sioux ontology, the sacred pipe was brought to the Sioux Nation by White Buffalo Woman. She appeared upon the prairie and instructed two young men she met to return to their tribe and tell of her coming. When she arrived at the tribal encampment, she met with the elders and ceremoniously presented to them the sacred calumet (as the pipe is more properly known). She explained to them the meaning and use of the calumet, saying:
“With this sacred pipe you will walk upon the Earth; for the Earth is your Grandmother and Mother, and She is sacred. Every step that is taken upon Her should be as a prayer. The bowl of this pipe is of red stone; it is the Earth. Carved in the stone and facing the center is this buffalo calf who represents all the four-leggeds (the animals) who live upon your Mother. The stem of the pipe is of wood, and this represents all that grows upon the Earth. And these twelve feathers which hang here where the stem fits into the bowl are from Wanbli Galeshka, the Spotted Eagle, and they represent the eagle and all the wings of the air. All these people, and all the things of the Universe, are joined to you who smoke the pipe – all send their voices to Wakan-Tanka, the Great Spirit. When you pray with this pipe, you pray for and with everything.”
The elders listened intently and followed her instructions, and as she left the tipi, the mysterious woman exclaimed:
“Behold this pipe! Always remember how sacred it is, and treat it as such, for it will take you to the end. Remember, in me there are four ages. I am leaving now, but I shall look back upon your people in every age, and at the end I shall return.” As she walked away, across the prairie, she turned into a buffalo, and, bowing to each of the four quarters of the universe, disappeared.
And so the sacred peace pipe was born according to myth.
Now the reason for this piece was partly to convince you that you need a pipe to smoke my herbal blends, he he, but you can do just as well with rollies and bongs. It really depends on your current mode of smoking. I much prefer smoking my blends in a pipe as the herbs potency really only comes alive at certain temperatures, and wooden pipes bring out all the awesome goodness of taste, but if I have to be driving anywhere, I revert to the good old rollie.
I find peace in the ritual of selecting my herbs, packing my pipe and while smoking, I have time to ponder the universe and all it wonder. Ritual is like consistency, and if we as children and adults depend on consistency to feel safe, then it makes sense that the ritual of pipe smoking or any ritual actually would bring peace.
A small piece of peace.
“Behold this pipe! Always remember how sacred it is, and treat it as such, for it will take you to the end. Remember, in me there are four ages. I am leaving now, but I shall look back upon your people in every age, and at the end I shall return.”“