humanity
The real-life lives of pot advocates, influences, growers, users, advocacy and more.
A Day Off
I haven’t had a day off since the early 2000’s. I am so tired and weary. Actually, I am disgusted. Not having a break in more than 25 years is maddening. Day in and day out, the same thing, constant aggravation, and misery and surrounded by angry people, takes a toll. I feel like I am on the turnpike of no return, and the toll cost is higher than it should be, or I can afford..
By Alexandra Granta day ago in Potent
How to Stay Spiritually Consistent in a Busy Digital World During Ramadan 2026
How to Stay Spiritually Consistent in a Busy Digital World During Ramadan 2026 In 2026, Ramadan arrives in a world more connected—and more distracted—than ever before. Before dawn, notifications appear on our screens. After iftar, social media feeds scroll indefinitely. Prayer is not paused in work emails. Spiritual consistency necessitates deliberate effort in a time when attention is constantly divided.
By Farida Kabir10 days ago in Potent
Robert Jenrick
Introduction Robert Jenrick is a well-known British politician. He belongs to the Conservative Party in the United Kingdom. Over the years, he has worked in many important government roles. He is especially known for his views on housing, immigration, and law. Some people support his ideas, while others criticize them, but there is no doubt that he is an important figure in modern British politics.
By Farhan Sayedabout a month ago in Potent
The Ball and the Alms: When Spanish Football Relights the Hearth While French Giants Remain Silent. AI-Generated.
The Spanish air on that December morning didn't just carry the sharp chill of the Sierra; it crackled with a singular electricity—the kind that heralds days when fate, tired of statistics, finally decides to intervene. In this small Andalusian town—one of those white-walled villages struggling against oblivion—football wasn't played on pristine grass or discussed in glass offices. It was a matter of grit, a bond of leather and sweat uniting men and women whose horizons were darkening by the day. In streets where shutters are closed to hide poverty, the local football club became, by a stroke of luck, the last bastion of a community at its breaking point. This would later be known as the "Miracle of El Gordo."
By Laurenceau Porte2 months ago in Potent
My Potent Experience
About four years ago, I had severe anxieties and insomnia issues. I tried everything to get better sleep, starting with melatonin pills I'd only taken when traveling before, to overcome jet lag, and ending with all sorts of herbal teas, meditation, and deep sleep music.
By Lana V Lynx4 months ago in Potent
Living the Truth Others Refuse to See
Coercive control thrives in silence. It thrives in secrets. In the hidden corners where abuse is whispered about but never named, where fear keeps the truth locked inside. I write to shatter that silence. To strip abusers of the false power they cling to — not with vengeance, but with sacred testimony: a voice aligned with justice, truth, and the God who witnesses all. Speaking the truth of what happened is not a crime, not a grievance, not gossip. It is an act of courage, a declaration that fear and manipulation will no longer dictate reality.
By THE HONED CRONE4 months ago in Potent
When Consent Is a Lie: The Hidden Rape of Coercive Control
He was hunting where I was healing – at an AA recovery event, a veritable predator buffet. With the help of a little minion who knew me, he put a plan in motion: charm, mirror, over-disclose, locate my soft spots, normalize boundary-tests, then accelerate. Warmth and humility in public; escalating demands, derision, and isolation in private. He praised my recovery while he harvested it. He used his profession to breach my personal space, his flattery to disarm me, his “vulnerability” to catalogue my wounds. By the time sex, my money, and marriage arrived, the groundwork had already been laid.
By THE HONED CRONE4 months ago in Potent
All’s Fair in Love and War
“All’s fair in love and war,” he used to say. At first, it sounded harmless — almost poetic. Something men say to shrug off heartbreak or competition. But over time, I realized it wasn’t a saying. It was a spell. A warning disguised as wit. A covert admission that he didn’t see love as sanctuary, but as a battlefield.
By THE HONED CRONE4 months ago in Potent
Hieros Gamos
In a world divided by language, doctrine, and dogma, there remains a deeper current. It flows beneath temples, across deserts, through the bones of saints, the cracks in the earth, the silent corridors of monasteries, and the stillness of sages who have walked beyond time.
By THE HONED CRONE4 months ago in Potent
