I never like drugs. Growing up with a drug addict, I know what it’s like to have a family member that will do everything from lying to stealing and even trafficking in the name of drug, which in this case was heroine. However, marijuana is different. It is considered legal in some countries and in some cities of certain countries. It is used for medicinal and recreational purposes; its short term effects might include a decrease in short-term memory, dry mouth, impaired motor skills, red eyes, and feelings of paranoia or anxiety. Since my Australian ex spoke highly of it, I wasn’t all up against it. He smoked it almost everyday, sometimes a few joints per day. I was around him all that time and it didn’t have any effect on me, which led me to believe that I was immune to cannabis. Every once in a while I shared a joint or two with my friends, and I literally didn’t feel any different at all. I started to wonder why people smoked it and what it was like to feel “stoned”. Then it happened to me. Two years ago, a friend of mine baked brownies and he added weed in it. He shared them with a group of friends, each having a small bite. They started to trip, and once again, it was a big NO for me. Then a few days later, after giving a Nuru not long before visiting his place, we finished the whole brownie between us. For the first time in my life, I felt amazing. I could feel my pupil dilated and everything I saw, it was wavy and the images wobbled. My hands and legs didn’t co-ordinate well. I staggered and probably looked drunk to passers-by when we took a stroll. I felt happy and giggled at everything he said, even at trivial matters that I would find otherwise dull and silly. It was intense and all of my senses were heightened. Later that night, we made out, wrestling each other feeling like two becoming one. We moved in sync and in harmony; every touch was insane. It was as if we knew how the other felt or at least we thought so. If we had had sex, it would have been one of the best. After that day, I had second thoughts about weed and I wondered what caused the change. I am the first generation nuru masseuse of my Sheila’s Nuru technique. I am my own guinea pig and there are effects that still need to be observed. I believe nuru massages make both recipients and givers more receptive and sensitive to outside impacts both physically and mentally, more so to the masseuse than the client. I forgot about the effect of weed on me until one of my clients, after finishing his Royal Package, went out dancing and sent me a message telling me that he had felt almost “uninhibited” and had one of the best nights of his life. Now, I knew the meaning of that word, but I didn’t think I had had any experience that could measure that up. (to be continued)