A few days ago I received a message containing this link: https://gilaherald.com/oregon-man-has-various-cannabis-products-seized-at-hot-well-dunes/
I feel like keeping an eye on the Gila herald. How many humans are they getting with the same spiel? Are they laughing about it?
What actually happened in my circumstances? What could I have done differently?
I was in my bus with Galixy when the Officer came up. Atreyu was off with his friend and her mom. The officer informed me that he was called because the children were runnin around naked. I told him that I thought it was silly that he got called about that since the kids are young and it’s hard to keep clothes on them in warm weather with water near by, but I was doing my best. We chatted for a minute civilly.
He peaked into my bus, and then informed me that he could smell marijuana (which if he could smell it it must’ve been pretty strong) and when was the last time I had smoked in my bus?
At that point I should’ve told him that I had no idea what he was talking about. And kept insisting on not knowing.
However, I’m an honest person, and I would pay dearly for it, as apparently many people seem to do. I told him that I don’t smoke on the bus because I have children. He then asked me to surrender all marijuana or he would search my bus.
I gave him my basket which had some trim and a grinder in it. He searched my bus anyway. Insisting the entire time that he was trying to be nice and not ruffle my things too much. I held conversation with him. He informed me he was against medical marijuana because of all the crookedness going on in that system. (The prime age range for medicinal marijuana users suffering from chronik pain is 18-25. I told him that the older populace was raised with marijuana as a drug and possibly wouldn’t find it to suit with their values or educate themselves on it in general. besides, every system will have some crooks, why should we punish the people who genuinely benefit from it?). Also, he tried telling me that there are people that mix their meth and heroin with pot to smoke it. I told him that was a ridiculous thought because chemicals burn hotter and would negate the effect of the plant completely. He found a little ball of aluminum foil in a purse pocket. I thought it was a hershey’s hug chocolate wrapper. He thought it was a chunk of heroin. It was indeed a chunk of hash.
When he slapped me with the fine and I cried, he threatened me to take me to jail instead and have my kids taken by CPS. Thanks, bro. Real hero right there.
I just felt like he was very ill informed and prejudiced. All he said felt regurgitated and not like his own thought process. Any time I brought up a counter he would end up saying, “I haven’t thought about it like that before.”
My worst thought about it is that these cops got a run down on how to pressure people they even faintly suspect. I felt like my honesty would be a bonus point on my character. I don’t hurt anyone by selfmedicating. I don’t want or need a doctor to tell me that it helps my dysfunction. I have paperwork for severe depressive disorder. (Sorry, mom, I know you don’t think much the overclassification of mental disorders). I keep myself sane. I keep myself happy. How? My Rhea. Traveling. Sunshine. Marijuana. Being there for others.
Remember
If you have an RV and are parked on public land, remove your key from the ignition. It is officially a residence over a vehicle. Search warrants are real. If you have children, police are supposed to be able to do a well check by poking their head into the home. You may tell them they are not permitted to step into your home because of your privacy and their shoes. Try to keep them brief and give as much straight forward information as possible without overdoing it. Is it their business who your exact destination is? No, but name your area.
If drugs are asked about, I have now learned to deny calmly. Deep breaths. If I had alcohol on my bus, tucked away the way I have weed, they wouldn’t bat an eye. But, of course, I don’t like alcohol. I don’t like to get rowdy anyway. I like to relax. I find it very hard to relax. Why can’t I have natural herbal help to relax?
My addictions:
Marijuana, tobacco, Coffee, sugar, sunshine, love.
I’m fortunate for I am only discriminated against for my lifestyle choice. If you don’t believe discrimination is real, you haven’t recognized it or been an ally. We think we’re so connected, but the algorithms in facebook really hide our views from opposed people. We are sectionalized. The only way to be truly connected, in my opinion, is to go outside and communicate openly and acknowledging that perspective matters.
Be an ally. Help us all have freedom of choice. How did I get to be who I am and what made me choose this lifestyle that’s been described as “spartan” and “hard”? Why don’t I choose an easier path and “assimilate”?
Because I’m happy. I have music in my ears, sunshine on my face, love in my heart, gratitude in my brain. I can’t see the happiness living in a house and having to leave it 80% of the time to go to work. The compensation for my time isn’t the deciding factor. The feelings I experienced during my time working. The desparation I felt for my soul and the upcoming years, week after week. The longing to be out exploring instead. The small feeling of success when receiving my paycheck, followed by the lingering feeling of being depleted after paying the bills we see as necessary.
When I hit the road three and half years ago, I felt this incredible sense of having found my path. The universe had been collaborating and I had felt it’s movement for months before the fateful lady entered my place of work. I was shaking when I went in to quit my job without notice. Partial fear of being exposed of just longing for freedom. I was almost crying, my co-workers thought something had happened and there was a family rift or accident. I assured them everything was fine, but wouldn’t return for work regardless.
The feelings were a jumble of excitement while I packed and paired down and arranged myself and Atreyu to live in our Subaru. When we started driving, I felt overwhelmed and inspired. It felt dream like. Like I knew all along this was coming but had had no inkling of the manifestation it would reveal itself in so perfectly for me.https://youtu.be/-LhuQIE4-Fc
I will never judge you for what makes you happy. I might judge you for remaining in misery. But I will also take into consideration that all misery is temporary and that I have actually no idea what’s going on with you.
Loving you.
Matilda the Bugus 