THE Breeder in the Mist
Oh man I was out late one dark and misty night I remember like it was 13 days ago and decided to drive up past the lookout on the Tennessee Side of the Blue Ridge Mountains. As I rounded one of the narrow corners that snake through the rocky pass, a figure suddenly appeared out of the Mist from the Valley below. Damn near losing control of my classic 1973 AMC Gremlin, It was my cat like reflexes and all the Monster energy drinks that kept me from running his ass over. Shaken I stepped from The Mach 5.5 (I use that so I remember the PH of my water) I approached the dark figure. The mist seemed to swirl all around him as he stood at the edge of the abyssal Valley below. He moved his hand in a mystical wave and the Misty darkness turned as bright as 10,000 1k lights. As my eyes began to focus from the blinding light, I found myself standing before ........THE Breeder! ...
Now, I have heard stories about (Them) some are sightings down on the Cali coast or up in the Pacific northwest but that was mostly myths and legends shrouded in mystery, hell, no one really thought they existed.
NOT Until now.
Trying not to act like a newbe, I cautiously and carefully searched for the right words to say to this elusive reclusive aberration. BUT ! Before I had a chance to say a word the Breeder held out green stained fingers clinched in a ball, you know, much like you would do if you were holding something in your hand. As the fingers opened a single seed rested in the palm of the Breeders hand....... I stood Mesmerized by the black tiger stripes that enveloped Its dark shell, The light hitting the seed danced off of it like Moon Light kissing the tops of the waves from lake in the Valley Below. There was an energy from the bean or the breeder or the mountains we stood on who really knows. What happened next is a bit fuzzy, but what I do recall is..... The Breeder reached out and grabbed my hand he placed the bean into mine. Seconds after that he vanishes into the mist, I look down and right where he was standing is this big bag of Bud. All of a sudden a very intense sensation surged through the palm of my hand, up my shoulder to brain like a really good bong hit., it was ALL HIS good vibes and positive energy sharing all the knowledge he had to me.
I don’t know how I made it home that magical night, I don’t know how many bowls of Dank bud had been smoked before I dozed off into wonderland but what I do know is A gift was passed and the energy from Bean grows inside of me. How or why the Breeder in the mist choose me who knows but I will share I will grow and I will gift my grow to the ones who need the energy of the breeder in the Mist.
Peace
FlyJ
