This is a thread to help patients in states where MMJ is legal, to find one another. for the purpose of cooking Stone Soup. In some medical marijuana states, there are many who qualify who are very poor. Who would have thought that sick and poor would go together?
It is a big problem, with up to 52% of card holders in states with dispensaries, can not afford to buy their medicine. What can they do? One poor person has no room to grow. Another has no equipment. Another has no knowledge. If you create a group like this, they can form a friendship cooperative and grow for themselves. It is happening now!!
At this moment, a Stone Soup group has formed in California. Small groups are forming. In a few days, a new domain with details about Stone Soup, will have a link posted here. A private forum is available now for the California group and there will be similar forums for each state. Anyone posting in this thread, who wishes to get more information and maybe be in such a group, I will PM each of you.
Keep an eye on this thread for further information. People in such groups obtain their medicine at grow costs. This may be from $20-$60 per ounce. To participate in a Stone Soup group, you must provide proof of your patient status and residency.
This concept works. I have a compassionate cannabis community that operates without money in Oregon. We help patients to become self sufficient. Now we are on the fourth generation of patients who have become self sufficient. The only thing asked of those we help, is, when they can, they pay it forward It works. It is beautiful.
Stone Soup Story
They were desperate times in the village. There was famine across the land, and in every village those who had any food at all hoarded it away so that while many had enough something, all lacked this or that.
One day a wandering stranger came to to the village. The shutters of the burghers - already shut up tight against the spying of hungry neighbors - shut up tighter still with the approach of the stranger, but not so tightly that every household in town did not have one eye upon him at every moment.
The stranger was, of course, hungry like all the rest, but he didn't let on a bit. He started a cooking fire near the village square and over it he set his pot filled with water, and while it boiled he made a great show of selecting a few stones from the countryside about. At last, with great ceremony, he chose one of these few, dropped it into the now briskly boiling pot, and sat by waiting as one expecting a delightful feast.
This excited a flurry of suspicious interest behind the shutters of the houses, and as the water boiled so did the curiosity of the villagers, until at last one of the children was sent to ask after the stranger and his curious doings.
The child asked "Please sir, why are you boiling that rock?"
The stranger replied "Why don't you know?! I'm making a nice big pot of delicious Stone Soup."
The very suggestion of food rattled the well-exercised skepticism of the villagers, and another stepped out her door.
"Stone Soup? Whatever do you mean? You're daft!"
The stranger replied cheerily "You've never heard of Stone Soup?! It's delicious! It's our favorite food where I come from. I love it!" Another villager stepped out and said "How do you make it? You haven't any food!"
The stranger replied "Ahh but I have the most important ingredient, this very fine stone. This stone is enough to make gallons, and your country has some of the most delicious stones I've ever seen. But you know, it IS ever so much better with a bit of a garnish. A potato. Maybe some carrots..."
Everyone thought "eating stones!? He's mad!"
But the mention of "gallons of soup" was enough to bring out more villagers and there was soon a small and famished and curious crowd gathered about the strangers briskly boiling pot. One old man, glancing nervously to either side at his astonished neighbors, confessed " well here I've got a bit of potato and an old carrot. If I might share in your meal sir I will gladly add it to your pot. And so it was done.
Said the stranger "Ahh this will be an especially tasty batch of Stone Soup I'm sure". And to the villagers, who had not smelled hot food during all the months of famine, it did smell like a miraculous feast. All nodded in agreement.
The stranger suggested "But you know, it's missing a little something. In my homeland it is customary to add a little salt, and even some celery on feast days."
And another villager, a young widow desperate to feed her children, said "sir, I have neither salt nor celery but this piece of fatback I've been saving for Christmas dinner. Please take it. Might my children eat with you?"
The stranger laughed heartily. "Of course! Where I come from, all children eat free. Add but a little of your pork and I gladly invite you to dinner." Soon the mayor had offered one portion but the villagers knew of his hoard and demanded three, and so the Mayor had a place at the table. Soon celery was found, and salt, and pepper and spices and all manner of ingredients until the boiling pot was filled to the brim and rich with fat, meat, and vegetables and savory with spices. Bread was even baked openly for the first time in many months, and everyone in the village had a fine meal.
Eventually the famine passed, but ever after, the villagers started their soup with a pebble in the pot, and an extra place was always set for wandering strangers, who were welcomed to supper.
The Beginning.
From here it is up to you to have hope an and believe in yourselves. You in need, have a support system in place now, filled with experts to advise new growers. I have several pebbles - anyone want soup??
clinton
