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Mr. X by Carl Sagan

“The illegality of cannabis is outrageous, an impediment to full utilization of a drug which helps produce the serenity and insight, sensitivity and fellowship so desperately needed in this increasingly mad and dangerous world.” - Carl Sagan

“The illegality of cannabis is outrageous, an impediment to full utilization of a drug which helps produce the serenity and insight, sensitivity and fellowship so desperately needed in this increasingly mad and dangerous world.” – Carl Sagan

“The illegality of cannabis is outrageous, an impediment to full utilization of a drug which helps produce the serenity and insight, sensitivity and fellowship so desperately needed in this increasingly mad and dangerous world.” – Carl Sagan

Mr. X by Carl Sagan

This account was written in 1969 for publication in Marihuana Reconsidered (1971). Sagan was in his mid-thirties at that time. He continued to use cannabis for the rest of his life.

It all began about ten years ago. I had reached a considerably more relaxed period in my life – a time when I had come to feel that there was more to living than science, a time of awakening of my social consciousness and amiability, a time when I was open to new experiences. I had become friendly with a group of people who occasionally smoked cannabis, irregularly, but with evident pleasure. Initially I was unwilling to partake, but the apparent euphoria that cannabis produced and the fact that there was no physiological addiction to the plant eventually persuaded me to try. My initial experiences were entirely disappointing; there was no effect at all, and I began to entertain a variety of hypotheses about cannabis being a placebo which worked by expectation and hyperventilation rather than by chemistry. After about five or six unsuccessful attempts, however, it happened. I was lying on my back in a friend’s living room idly examining the pattern of shadows on the ceiling cast by a potted plant (not cannabis!). I suddenly realized that I was examining an intricately detailed miniature Volkswagen, distinctly outlined by the shadows. I was very skeptical at this perception, and tried to find inconsistencies between Volkswagens and what I viewed on the ceiling. But it was all there, down to hubcaps, license plate, chrome, and even the small handle used for opening the trunk. When I closed my eyes, I was stunned to find that there was a movie going on the inside of my eyelids. Flash . . . a simple country scene with red farmhouse, a blue sky, white clouds, yellow path meandering over green hills to the horizon. . . Flash . . . same scene, orange house, brown sky, red clouds, yellow path, violet fields . . . Flash . . . Flash . . . Flash. The flashes came about once a heartbeat. Each flash brought the same simple scene into view, but each time with a different set of colors . . . exquisitely deep hues, and astonishingly harmonious in their juxtaposition. Since then I have smoked occasionally and enjoyed it thoroughly. It amplifies torpid sensibilities and produces what to me are even more interesting effects, as I will explain shortly.

I can remember another early visual experience with cannabis, in which I viewed a candle flame and discovered in the heart of the flame, standing with magnificent indifference, the black-hatted and -cloaked Spanish gentleman who appears on the label of the Sandeman sherry bottle. Looking at fires when high, by the way, especially through one of those prism kaleidoscopes which image their surroundings, is an extraordinarily moving and beautiful experience.

I want to explain that at no time did I think these things ‘really’ were out there. I knew there was no Volkswagen on the ceiling and there was no Sandeman salamander man in the flame. I don’t feel any contradiction in these experiences. There’s a part of me making, creating the perceptions which in everyday life would be bizarre; there’s another part of me which is a kind of observer. About half of the pleasure comes from the observer-part appreciating the work of the creator-part. I smile, or sometimes even laugh out loud at the pictures on the insides of my eyelids. In this sense, I suppose cannabis is psychotomimetic, but I find none of the panic or terror that accompanies some psychoses. Possibly this is because I know it’s my own trip, and that I can come down rapidly any time I want to.

While my early perceptions were all visual, and curiously lacking in images of human beings, both of these items have changed over the intervening years. I find that today a single joint is enough to get me high. I test whether I’m high by closing my eyes and looking for the flashes. They come long before there are any alterations in my visual or other perceptions. I would guess this is a signal-to-noise problem, the visual noise level being very low with my eyes closed. Another interesting information-theoretical aspects is the prevalence – at least in my flashed images – of cartoons: just the outlines of figures, caricatures, not photographs. I think this is simply a matter of information compression; it would be impossible to grasp the total content of an image with the information content of an ordinary photograph, say 108 bits, in the fraction of a second which a flash occupies. And the flash experience is designed, if I may use that word, for instant appreciation. The artist and viewer are one. This is not to say that the images are not marvelously detailed and complex. I recently had an image in which two people were talking, and the words they were saying would form and disappear in yellow above their heads, at about a sentence per heartbeat. In this way it was possible to follow the conversation. At the same time an occasional word would appear in red letters among the yellows above their heads, perfectly in context with the conversation; but if one remembered these red words, they would enunciate a quite different set of statements, penetratingly critical of the conversation. The entire image set which I’ve outlined here, with I would say at least 100 yellow words and something like 10 red words, occurred in something under a minute.

The cannabis experience has greatly improved my appreciation for art, a subject which I had never much appreciated before. The understanding of the intent of the artist which I can achieve when high sometimes carries over to when I’m down. This is one of many human frontiers which cannabis has helped me traverse. There also have been some art-related insights – I don’t know whether they are true or false, but they were fun to formulate. For example, I have spent some time high looking at the work of the Belgian surrealist Yves Tanguey. Some years later, I emerged from a long swim in the Caribbean and sank exhausted onto a beach formed from the erosion of a nearby coral reef. In idly examining the arcuate pastel-colored coral fragments which made up the beach, I saw before me a vast Tanguey painting. Perhaps Tanguey visited such a beach in his childhood.

A very similar improvement in my appreciation of music has occurred with cannabis. For the first time I have been able to hear the separate parts of a three-part harmony and the richness of the counterpoint. I have since discovered that professional musicians can quite easily keep many separate parts going simultaneously in their heads, but this was the first time for me. Again, the learning experience when high has at least to some extent carried over when I’m down. The enjoyment of food is amplified; tastes and aromas emerge that for some reason we ordinarily seem to be too busy to notice. I am able to give my full attention to the sensation. A potato will have a texture, a body, and taste like that of other potatoes, but much more so. Cannabis also enhances the enjoyment of sex – on the one hand it gives an exquisite sensitivity, but on the other hand it postpones orgasm: in part by distracting me with the profusion of image passing before my eyes. The actual duration of orgasm seems to lengthen greatly, but this may be the usual experience of time expansion which comes with cannabis smoking.

I do not consider myself a religious person in the usual sense, but there is a religious aspect to some highs. The heightened sensitivity in all areas gives me a feeling of communion with my surroundings, both animate and inanimate. Sometimes a kind of existential perception of the absurd comes over me and I see with awful certainty the hypocrisies and posturing of myself and my fellow men. And at other times, there is a different sense of the absurd, a playful and whimsical awareness. Both of these senses of the absurd can be communicated, and some of the most rewarding highs I’ve had have been in sharing talk and perceptions and humor. Cannabis brings us an awareness that we spend a lifetime being trained to overlook and forget and put out of our minds. A sense of what the world is really like can be maddening; cannabis has brought me some feelings for what it is like to be crazy, and how we use that word ‘crazy’ to avoid thinking about things that are too painful for us. In the Soviet Union political dissidents are routinely placed in insane asylums. The same kind of thing, a little more subtle perhaps, occurs here: ‘did you hear what Lenny Bruce said yesterday? He must be crazy.’ When high on cannabis I discovered that there’s somebody inside in those people we call mad.

When I’m high I can penetrate into the past, recall childhood memories, friends, relatives, playthings, streets, smells, sounds, and tastes from a vanished era. I can reconstruct the actual occurrences in childhood events only half understood at the time. Many but not all my cannabis trips have somewhere in them a symbolism significant to me which I won’t attempt to describe here, a kind of mandala embossed on the high. Free-associating to this mandala, both visually and as plays on words, has produced a very rich array of insights.

There is a myth about such highs: the user has an illusion of great insight, but it does not survive scrutiny in the morning. I am convinced that this is an error, and that the devastating insights achieved when high are real insights; the main problem is putting these insights in a form acceptable to the quite different self that we are when we’re down the next day. Some of the hardest work I’ve ever done has been to put such insights down on tape or in writing. The problem is that ten even more interesting ideas or images have to be lost in the effort of recording one. It is easy to understand why someone might think it’s a waste of effort going to all that trouble to set the thought down, a kind of intrusion of the Protestant Ethic. But since I live almost all my life down I’ve made the effort – successfully, I think. Incidentally, I find that reasonably good insights can be remembered the next day, but only if some effort has been made to set them down another way. If I write the insight down or tell it to someone, then I can remember it with no assistance the following morning; but if I merely say to myself that I must make an effort to remember, I never do.

I find that most of the insights I achieve when high are into social issues, an area of creative scholarship very different from the one I am generally known for. I can remember one occasion, taking a shower with my wife while high, in which I had an idea on the origins and invalidities of racism in terms of gaussian distribution curves. It was a point obvious in a way, but rarely talked about. I drew the curves in soap on the shower wall, and went to write the idea down. One idea led to another, and at the end of about an hour of extremely hard work I found I had written eleven short essays on a wide range of social, political, philosophical, and human biological topics. Because of problems of space, I can’t go into the details of these essays, but from all external signs, such as public reactions and expert commentary, they seem to contain valid insights. I have used them in university commencement addresses, public lectures, and in my books.

But let me try to at least give the flavor of such an insight and its accompaniments. One night, high on cannabis, I was delving into my childhood, a little self-analysis, and making what seemed to me to be very good progress. I then paused and thought how extraordinary it was that Sigmund Freud, with no assistance from drugs, had been able to achieve his own remarkable self-analysis. But then it hit me like a thunderclap that this was wrong, that Freud had spent the decade before his self-analysis as an experimenter with and a proselytizer for cocaine; and it seemed to me very apparent that the genuine psychological insights that Freud brought to the world were at least in part derived from his drug experience. I have no idea whether this is in fact true, or whether the historians of Freud would agree with this interpretation, or even if such an idea has been published in the past, but it is an interesting hypothesis and one which passes first scrutiny in the world of the downs.

I can remember the night that I suddenly realized what it was like to be crazy, or nights when my feelings and perceptions were of a religious nature. I had a very accurate sense that these feelings and perceptions, written down casually, would not stand the usual critical scrutiny that is my stock in trade as a scientist. If I find in the morning a message from myself the night before informing me that there is a world around us which we barely sense, or that we can become one with the universe, or even that certain politicians are desperately frightened men, I may tend to disbelieve; but when I’m high I know about this disbelief. And so I have a tape in which I exhort myself to take such remarks seriously. I say ‘Listen closely, you sonofabitch of the morning! This stuff is real!’ I try to show that my mind is working clearly; I recall the name of a high school acquaintance I have not thought of in thirty years; I describe the color, typography, and format of a book in another room and these memories do pass critical scrutiny in the morning. I am convinced that there are genuine and valid levels of perception available with cannabis (and probably with other drugs) which are, through the defects of our society and our educational system, unavailable to us without such drugs. Such a remark applies not only to self-awareness and to intellectual pursuits, but also to perceptions of real people, a vastly enhanced sensitivity to facial expression, intonations, and choice of words which sometimes yields a rapport so close it’s as if two people are reading each other’s minds.

Cannabis enables nonmusicians to know a little about what it is like to be a musician, and nonartists to grasp the joys of art. But I am neither an artist nor a musician. What about my own scientific work? While I find a curious disinclination to think of my professional concerns when high – the attractive intellectual adventures always seem to be in every other area – I have made a conscious effort to think of a few particularly difficult current problems in my field when high. It works, at least to a degree. I find I can bring to bear, for example, a range of relevant experimental facts which appear to be mutually inconsistent. So far, so good. At least the recall works. Then in trying to conceive of a way of reconciling the disparate facts, I was able to come up with a very bizarre possibility, one that I’m sure I would never have thought of down. I’ve written a paper which mentions this idea in passing. I think it’s very unlikely to be true, but it has consequences which are experimentally testable, which is the hallmark of an acceptable theory.

I have mentioned that in the cannabis experience there is a part of your mind that remains a dispassionate observer, who is able to take you down in a hurry if need be. I have on a few occasions been forced to drive in heavy traffic when high. I’ve negotiated it with no difficult at all, though I did have some thoughts about the marvelous cherry-red color of traffic lights. I find that after the drive I’m not high at all. There are no flashes on the insides of my eyelids. If you’re high and your child is calling, you can respond about as capably as you usually do. I don’t advocate driving when high on cannabis, but I can tell you from personal experience that it certainly can be done. My high is always reflective, peaceable, intellectually exciting, and sociable, unlike most alcohol highs, and there is never a hangover. Through the years I find that slightly smaller amounts of cannabis suffice to produce the same degree of high, and in one movie theater recently I found I could get high just by inhaling the cannabis smoke which permeated the theater.

There is a very nice self-titering aspect to cannabis. Each puff is a very small dose; the time lag between inhaling a puff and sensing its effect is small; and there is no desire for more after the high is there. I think the ratio, R, of the time to sense the dose taken to the time required to take an excessive dose is an important quantity. R is very large for LSD (which I’ve never taken) and reasonably short for cannabis. Small values of R should be one measure of the safety of psychedelic drugs. When cannabis is legalized, I hope to see this ratio as one of he parameters printed on the pack. I hope that time isn’t too distant; the illegality of cannabis is outrageous, an impediment to full utilization of a drug which helps produce the serenity and insight, sensitivity and fellowship so desperately needed in this increasingly mad and dangerous world.

Relinquish Dagga Law Bill [Rev.1d] – Dagga Regulation Bill [Rev.1b]

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Relinquish Dagga Law Bill
20 09 2014

This document expects the reader to be up to date with current, global, scientific-medical dagga research, findings & statistics.



  1. Cannabis, Dagga, Hemp should be removed from all Acts of Law, such as the Drug & Trafficking Act of 1992 and any other Act or Law, with immediate effect.


  1. Any past or future act of law or regulation concerning cannabis may not:


2.1. Limit the rights of adults to cultivate and use cannabis for industrial, medical or recreational purposes.


2.2 Limit the rights of children to access medical cannabis.


2.3 Criminalise any person for possession, cultivation and the use of cannabis.



  1. All prisoners convicted under the Drug & Trafficking Act of 1992, whom were convicted solely on the possession, dealing and/or trafficking of dagga should be released from prison with presidential pardon.
  2. All persons whom have been convicted under the Drug & Trafficking Act of 1992, whom were convicted solely on the possession, dealing and/or trafficking of dagga should receive presidential pardon and their criminal record cleared of all dagga offenses.



  1. This bill shall go into effect immediately after it is passed.


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Dagga Regulation Bill
22 09 2014

This document follows upon the Relinquish Dagga Law Bill Rev 1d, 08 09 2014.


  1. Review, revise and pass the Relinquish Dagga Law Bill.


  1. Adults are allowed to possess an unquantified quantity of dagga on them or at their property.


  1. Adults are allowed to grow an unquantified quantity of dagga.


  1. Persons under 18 are not allowed to use dagga recreationally however,
  2. Children may be prescribed medical dagga for medical conditions.


  1. Cannabis education must be implemented throughout the education system.
  2. Cannabis education must be based on information that is scientifically accurate, honest & unbias.


  1. Smoking in public
    • No distinction will be made between a dagga cigarette, bong (Water-pipe), dabs (Concentrates) and a tobacco cigarette in terms of smoking in public. Cannabis users will follow the same regulation to smoking in public as tobacco smokers.


  1. Vaporizing in public
    • The use of a portable vaporizer in public will be permissible for strict medical conditions only where properly ventilated otherwise will be regarded as smoking in public.



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  1. SALE
    • All dagga sold for recreational and medical application must undergo inspection for quality and impurities before it would be deemed fit for human consumption.


  • The sale of recreational dagga to under-18s is prohibited.
  • The sale of dagga by gangs & crime syndicates are prohibited.


    • The sale of dagga is exempt of all taxes except where VAT TAX applies.


  1. This bill shall go into effect immediately after it is passed.












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In Alphabetical Order


  • Michael Hawthorne
    [Relinquish Dagga Law Bil Rev.1a,1b,1c & Dagga Regulation Bill Rev.1a,1b]




  • SECTION G1-1.3 & G1-1.1 needs to be explored for clarity.
  • PUBLIC SAFETY might need to be extended to accommodate safety in the workplace in context of the industrialised use of dagga. Where employees are exposed to flammable chemicals etc.

13 cops charged of killing a Rastafarian man and assaulting his brother

On the 6th of November 2013 in the High court of Cape Town, 13 cops from Khayelitsha were charged of killing a Rastafarian man and assaulting his brother, in Bellville South. CT.


As was reported to Jeremy David Acton of the Dagga Party of South Africa from Rastafarian Lawyer Gareth Prince to me, the Dagga Couple and various activists yesterday.




Sorry for yelling at you digitally. However YOU need to wake the FFFflip up.


The war on dagga is not a war on drugs anymore. It’s a war on people!


Rastafarians or nonspecific-religion dagga users, Daggafarians, are not necessarily hooligans, lunatics, murders or rapists.


Most of us are otherwise law abiding. I am a white African man. Brought up in an Afrikaans home, I am productive so much so that it’s might not be for my own good but it’s dagga that unites people of all races more so than any democracy, sport, or take you pick can ever dream of achieving.


I do not follow the Rastafarian religion. I have much respect for the Rastafarian religion, just as have respect to which ever religion you prefer to practice in the privacy of your own church, home and life that is what defines me as free thinker.


I just can’t fathom how we as a society can have waged a war against human beings for choosing a safer drug over alcohol and tobacco and then have it continue doing so when we can clearly see the rest of the world is changing. The rest of the world is waking up.


Dagga was first outlawed in South Africa in 1870 to control Indian workers in KwaZulu-Natal (Dagga is a traditional herb in the Hindu faith). By 1911 dagga was outlawed for all Africans except mineworkers and by 1925 the exception was revoked to control and oppress the members of the newly formed National Union of Mineworkers (NUM). Effectively doing so by making Dagga illegal. The oppressive racist State disrupted the economic wellbeing and culture of indigenous people.


We allow Datura Inoxia, a dilliriant known as Moon Flower and Poppy, a source of heroin and morphine to be grown ornamentally with no thought of child or pet who might ingest the toxic moon flower but we want to make criminals of people who grows a plant that is non-toxic and is non-psycho active until heated by flame or otherwise smoked, baked or cooked.


By having dagga illegal and unregulated it’s played into the hands of corruption and every person desperate enough to consider the risk of persecution, a criminal record and jail time.


Uruguay is now selling dagga in a legalized regulated market for $1 per gram. If we apply this model in South Africa. The South African police have confiscated R18 Billion of dagga during the course of 2012 to2013, the total of 2000 metric tons of dagga.


The South African recreational cannabis market is currently valued at anywhere between R4 Billion to an optimistically R195.6 Billion.


Now add the cost of the enforcement of the drug and trafficking act of 1992 all of a sudden that optimistic amount becomes more plausible. Now factor in the Industrial application of hemp. Don’t you rather want that kind of money to help build people homes? Hemp is a low THC high CBD strain of the cannabis sativa we commonly call dagga grown specifically for fibre that also has various medicinal application one of which for people suffering epileptic seizures but is also recommended for  children because of its very low THC content, parents don’t want their children high and I agree. Charlotte Figi a young girl that helps reduce her seizures from 300 a day to 1 a week. Is a girl using oil made from a low THC high CBD Sativa strain called Charlotte’s Web.



Now back to this case. It’s not an isolated occurrence. It’s rife across the country. Rastafarians are at the fore front of this battle because of their association with the herb: the healing of a nation.


Humans are targeted and victimized for their culture. So are all daggafarians.


Now I will ask you for a second time where do we draw the line!


I do not know the particulars of this case as it has yet to be uploaded to the online database.


You will notice mainstream news have not yet reported anything I could find. It’s rather strange it did not make headlines when these charges were brought before the court involving 12 or 13 police officers.


It’s speculated that this is the case as enlisted on the court roll for the 6th of November 2013: DIVISION C – State vs T A Jam-Jam & 12 others


Do we keep silent and allow this to continue or do we cry with the loved ones of the fallen and shout out in outrage!


The war on drugs is a costly war, costing lives, resources and monetary wealth.


Even the Anti-Drug Alliance of SA is waking up to the truth.

At What Cost? By Quintin van Kerken, Anti-Drug Alliance of SA

Listen to an interview of Quintin van Kerken by Udo Carelse on 702 on the 5th November 2013.

Wake up my friends. We are one.

Please note this article has been updated on 8th November as new information has come to light.