Cancer and Cannabis

An important and must hear conversation about treating Cancer with Cannabis.

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A conversation regarding Cancer and Cannabis

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5 Reasons Why we need Cannabis Small Business Models

A’Esha Goins gives 5 reasons why states need to incorporate small business models in the Cannabis sector.

It’s difficult to see an equitable solution in the Cannabis sector without offering more than 1 busines model.

In this video I give 5 reasons why small business models is the solution.

My Truth

Although I am not sure if anyone ever reads these things I am always challenged to put my beliefs and ideals in the atmosphere. Still struggling with my reality versus what I have learned.

My reality is, I am a Black woman in an America that doesn’t identify with my struggle. That although I am what one would consider “working class” I am still fighting my way out of the poverty brown bag.

What I was taught, is that black women in church are seen and not heard, unless I can sing or it’s women’s day.

I am not sure how what I was taught is supposed to help my reality which is part of the reason I have issues. I struggle with having a voice and using it. Along with understanding that I have a voice and should be using it. SMH What I have been taught collides with my reality daily.

Being an advocate for Cannabis has isolated me from some friends but allowed me to make new ones. I’ve had to take a stand on ideas that I felt were important but went against what others thought were essential. I’m not always on an island but I am sure every activist/advocate feels like they are alone and the work is too much. Even worst does the work matter? Am I making a difference?

As a lobbyist I struggled with my humility. Negotiating decisions that will effect my community. Understanding what my community may not understand. Along with testifying on behalf of my community, fully knowing that my community didn’t choose me, I stood up. Yea, this is my truth.

I’m crying even as I type.

I wake up some days and hope that I have all the answers or at least one answer. At least I have learned that it is ok to say, “I don’t know.” Which is growth, because I really don’t.

You’re probably wondering what does any of this have to do with Cannabis? It has everything to do with it. Cannabis hasn’t just become my business it is my cause and with that comes an awareness that I never had before. Cannabis is a Social Justice issue that spans across, economic justice, housing, homelessness, veterans, mothers, children, criminal justice reform, and race relations. Yea, Cannabis is the nations Pandora’s Box of Policy.

Today, I study more than anything else. Reading statutes and regulations across America and abroad. Trying to understand how I can best serve my sisters and brothers across America gain the posture they need in their states along with battling my own battles in my State.

This is my truth, mostly I am babbling but I hope this encourages someone to stay the course.

PTSD From The War on Drugs

According to Make the Connection website for veterans some of the signs of PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) are;

Most of the Black and Brown men/women I know have displayed 3 or more of these signs when and or after an interaction with leadership and or law officials. I’m talking about law abiding men/women. Men/Women with families and respectable lifestyles. I’ve even watched Black and Brown men/Women with means and acces display 3 or more of these signs after being pulled over by police.

This information has value because THIS is why there aren’t more Black and Brown men and women in the industry. Its not JUST because of the finances or the lack of information, it is because WE ARE AFRAID OF THE SYSTEM!!

EVERYONE is dancing around the truth because no one wants to blame the USA. There’s enough going on and as a people we don’t like to ruffle feathers, which is another sign of PTSD, but I digress. The signs are real. The issue is real and the sooner we begin to have this discussion in our communities the more likely we are not to miss the green opportunity.

In June 1971, President Nixon declared a “war on drugs.” During the Regan era the number of people behind bars for nonviolent drug law offenses increased from 50,000 in 1980 to over 400,000 by 1997. Today the numbers are more like 700,000 people still arrested for marijuana offenses each year and almost 500,000 people still behind bars for nothing more than a drug law violation. (75% if these people are Black and Brown)

These numbers mean that many Black and Brown Americans probably know or is related to someone in jail for marijuana. Yep, it’s that real. Many of us are effected by the War on Drugs and we need to talk about it. We need to begin to gather to heal the deep rooted wounds caused by this war. This is what they mean when they use the big word “disenfranchised.” They are referring to our plight.

I’m so angry I really don’t have anything else to say.

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Sex is Freedom When Combined with Cannabis

At my age you’d think I’d already be free in my sexuality. However, I was raised in a strict Christ like household. Daddy was an evangelist. Mommy was the good, my whole family is going to make it to heaven, Christ like woman. Both parents taught us morals and held us accountable to our faith.

My parents are wise and loving parents. They weren’t the, do what the Bible says or your going to HELL type of parents at all. My parents NEVER used fear as a way to manipulate our relationship with our God. They used knowledge and information to do that for them. They were excellent at strategic conversation.

For example, someone we know would get pregnant young. My mom would have a series of random conversations about generational curses, and how it was up to me to break the course. She talk about how she knew I would make the right decisions at the right time. She would love me then whisper, wait till you’re married to have babies A’Esha Goins.

Daddy would say something like, oh she’s pregnant. Well, I’m not worried about my kids doing that. They know Goins children don’t act/do that. Looking at us firmly then sending us off to do some chore.

Between the generational curse and my last name being my father’s, I was always subconsciously chastising myself for having sex. I was still having sex, I just wasn’t ALWAYS present during the act.

The Cannabis Industry has evolved my thinking and exposed me to new possibilities of living. Since I’ve been medicating with Cannabis I no longer suffer from depression, I attend more public events and now I am free in my sexuality.

About 2 years ago while I was working in the dispensary. One of the vendors introduced an intimacy oil that women could use internally. Testing products is the number one thing I did to become an effective Patient Consultant. The intimacy oil wasn’t any different.

My partner and I used the product according to it’s instructions. The product had no effect on my partner but I definitely experienced a unique and fun stimulation. I’d never been that stimulated befor. Although the experience was fun, my mind was still all over the place. We had an explosive exchange and I was still struggling to “stay in the moment.”

I decided to fix that. I wanted explosive AND freeing. The next day I took myself on a case study exploration. I was determined to have the most freeing AND explosive sexual exchange YET!!

I started experimenting with different strains of flowers and concentrates focusing on specific terpene profiles. My goal was to find something that relaxed my mind without over relaxing my body. My procedure was to micro dose using inhalation (smoking). I’d dose then wait 10 min to see if I’d get aroused. I believed if I found the right Cannabis combo, I could be free!

After 2 months of testing and experimenting I’d found a combination treatment that worked for me. I was FINALLY having freedom in my sex life. I was having the trifecta. I was able to enjoy my partner, let down inhibitions and explode!

The formula I use is (Cinex Flower and Outer Space Rosin in a glass pipe along with the intimacy oil as lubrication) …however, I suggest you find a formula that works best for you.

A’Esha “The GREAT” Goins

The Generation of The War on Drugs

It’s becoming easier to forget the victims of inequality and unjust caused by The War on Drugs. Those Brown and Black brothers, fathers, uncles and cousins that were targeted for incarceration. The people whos faces and names are easily ignored as important as Cannabis is legalized across the land. As if there wasn’t a real war that involved people’s lives being changed and men and women being separated from thier homes.

I can’t help but wonder will my sons, sons be the generation to say, “I’m 1 generation from The War on Drugs” the same way I declare I’m 3 generations from slavery? Will those lives, whom are now illegally incarcerated in some states, be forgotten the same way Texas forgot the Sugar Land’s slavery and convict-leasing graves? Will all of America finally “do the right thing” and follow California’s lead by releasing ALL convicted Cannabis offenders?

I’m sorry I’m full of questions and not many answers today. But that’s exactly it, I’m full of questions because there are no answers. I appreciate and participate in the politics of Legalization, never forgetting who I am and what I represent. However I can’t always see the end result clearly and I’m not always sure I’m fighting the RIGHT fight. I have to be honest with myself and my readers and say, “SOMETIMES even I just see the money”

As a consultant there are times when my personal ethics are challenged. I call it my “Minority Over Money” challenge. I have to remind myself that assisting a Minority Cannabis business owner has more value than just money. Although often they are unable to pay as much as thier counterparts the reward isn’t in the dollars but also in serving my community…. AND the struggle is REAL! What if I don’t make the right choice? Am I am adding to the offense America is making against my people? Its important to get paid but equally important that I don’t forget that we are STILL at war.

Canada’s country wide Legalization resulted in America denying Canadians that are in the Cannabis industry pass thier borders. Also, those Americans that celebrated Legalization in thier own state are still criminals in another. It’s true some states have revised thier Cannabis laws attempting to prevent over policing Cannabis users. There are those other states, like Oklahoma, where they encourage Hemp farms but police Cannabis consumption and possession. Those states are furthering the efforts of the war.

The War on Drugs wasn’t to fight Marijuana exclusively and “maybe” wasnt to target Black and Brown men. But (hate to start my sentence with a but) I do wanna point out that according to the DEA in 2014 over 74,000 people were arrested for marijuana and only 33,000 for Cocaine and 44,000 for Hallucinogens. To add salt to the wound, The ACLU reports that Black men are 3 times more likely to be arrested for drugs. Although Blacks, Hispanics and white Americans reportedly use drugs EQUALLY. Black and Hispanics make up 29% of the over all nations population yet 75% of the prisons population. Meanwhile we are crying real tears for the separation of families at the borders. (Shade)

I’d like to believe there is some justice served by the War on Drugs. I’m not all the way jaded against the American Legal system. I STILL believe there could be “Liberty and Justice for All!” I want to believe that somehow targeting Black and Brown men for drugs was the cure to illegality. I’d even like to go as far as to say, I believe; all of God’s children, Black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!” (DOCTOR King “I have a Dream) but this is 2018 and it’s more probable to believe that Cannabis will not be rescheduled until 2020. 47 states will legalize marijuana in some form by 2019 and there will be no laws passed to ensure reasonable standards of release for those effected by the War on drugs.

A’Esha “The GREAT ” Goins

I’m Just Slanging Weed

In the industry I joke about the guy who is still slanging marijuana as a gig. How he must really have had to learn his profession to compete with big industry. How “slanging” trees probably has had to become a passion not just a hobby. How at this point, he should consider going legit or get a new gig!

Actually, that is “I joked” past tense. My awareness to my community struggling to understand the dynamics of an industry that capitalizes on them as consumers but doesn’t allow them entry as owners is diabolical. The truth of falsely criminalizing people of color to easily marginalize them later is criminal. It’s constant with the way America works but looked upon as a habit.

I remember shrugging off the idea that Big Business would take over the Cannabis industry. Why would Big Business want to take a risk like Cannabis. You can’t bank and you can’t duplicate the model. How would Big Business find this “risk” worth taking?

I was WRONG!! Big Business is here

Simply put, the money keeps flowing. I’m sure they believe, everything else will work itself out.

Meanwhile people of color are still in prison on crimes Big Business is making billions off of. Oh, and I haven’t forgotten the fucking war on drugs was really a war on people. War is Big Business! Of course! I’m shaking my damn head at that bullshit!

I digress.

As I, a woman of color, fight the war of marginalization in life, I mean business, my bad. I see far too clearly how difficult the road ahead is

1. I’m Black in an industry where I’m 6 times more likely to get arrested for possession over my white counterparts.

2. I’m a leading woman in an industry where I’m usually best served as the pretty glorified Cannabis waitress (budtender)

3. I’m a black woman that has been depicted in media as a haughty, aggressive, foul mouthed, emotionally ignorant person.

I may not be out here like the small Cannabis busines owner “slanging” my products. But I am out here! I’m fighting my own wars in this industry. Trying to manipulate the codes and maneuver through regulations to ensure justice for that small business owner that wants HIS chance at the free flowing money risk.

Greatest Love Story EVER Told

I’ve been trying to write the greatest love story ever told since I was divorced. I am sure I’ve written this story at least 20 times. Each time showing the heroine saving the damsel and loving her for the rest of their lives. The problem with that story is, it’s too unrealistic for me to imagine, let alone write. It wasn’t until this month that I realized the Greatest love story ever told shouldn’t be about romantic love but just Love in general.


Let me tell you a story about a young foster child that had to learn what love is. I was taken out of the home a few times through out my adolescence for Child abuse. My father had been raised in a corporal punishment household and mimicked what he had been taught. The punishment for indiscretions in our household was a whipping. The unfortunate part is, my daddy wasn’t aware of his strength and many times, went too far. At 43 I still have battle scars from those whippings on my body and in my mind. That abuse made me Leary of fatherly love. I didn’t trust that men could love me unless I was being obedient and submissive.

I didn’t have an engaged grandfather, just a Godfather, Uncles and Cousins. These are the men that decided that who I was and who I was intended to be, was important enough to be available to “save me.”

My Godfather the Late Willie J. Wynn was the First man to be my Hero. We were in Reno, NV and it was the first time I was taken out of the home for an excessive whipping. I was already in the Washoe County Department of Family Services system. My Godfather was a Reverend and sat on the Governors cabinet. He was what the kids would now call “The Real Deal!”  The story goes, my mom called my Godfather and told him I was in the system and would he PLEASE go get me.

I was 6 at the time but I remember my God daddy showing up and telling me, “get your stuff!” “You’re coming home with me!” The ride to his house was quiet. I was worried because I knew he had 9 children and I would make 10. How on EARTH was he going to be able to care for ONE MORE CHILD? I was concerned I wouldn’t be a good girl enough and they would have to send me back to the group home. On that ride to his house, I remember making a pact with myself. I would be a SUPER GOOD GIRL and they would let me stay.

I wasn’t a super good girl. I wasn’t disobedient just a little more “rambunctious” than my God mother was used to from a girl. I stayed with them for over 18 months. During that time, I managed to put a hole in the wall by running in the house and skinned my knee open bad enough that I needed 13 stitches.  Nevertheless, my God daddy NEVER yelled at me. When it came time to go back home my Godfather prayed over me and told me, “you will be greater because of your resilience” I did not know what that meant but I held on to that. He showed me a different type of love from a father to a child.

My Uncle Hodge (His last Name) was more my Grandfather than My Uncle. As a child I spent most of my Summers with him, his wife Aunt Lois and my cousin. He was Militant but a loving man. Like My God daddy, Uncle Hodge was also a Pastor and highly regarded in his Community. Uncle Hodge passed away when I was 27 but he will always be one of the wisest men I EVER KNEW.

When I think about the time I had with my Uncle I always smile. He supported EVERY idea my cousin and I would come up with. I honestly don’t remember a time when he told us no. One summer we decided we wanted to sell rocks (from the ground). My supportive Uncle went out and purchased “special rock wash” to ensure we had the “cleanest stones” to sale.

Uncle Hodge was supportive and aware of what I was going through. One time, he took me for a ride in his BIG Lincoln. Just Him and I. On this ride we stopped and picked oranges from a local Orchid. As we picked oranges he whistled and directed me how to pull the oranges from the tree. He finally broke the silence by saying, “you know your daddy is ill.” He continued, “He loves you and your mom.” “he will be better one day.” He explained something to me that changed the way I dealt with my daddy. He said, “Your daddy did a lot of drugs when he was young and because of them, he has residual behavior.” He said, “One day, he will be ok.” “I promise”

Then there was My Uncle Frank. I was 9 years old when I met Uncle Frank and Aunt Mae. He was a peculiar and loving man. He was funny and wise all at once. I can’t remember a time when mu Uncle didn’t make me smile.

MY Uncle and Aunt were the First entrepreneurs I had ever met. They had a Wedding/portrait studio on the African-American side of Las Vegas Nevada called New Dawn. I remember the first time my daddy took me to that studio. It was weird seeing all my family in different poses on the walls. Looking through my Aunt Mae wedding album, EVERY married person I knew was in that book. I remember thinking, “ They know EVERYBODY!”

At 13 I was taken out of the home again for Child abuse. My foster parents house was on my Uncles route. Monday through Saturday, My Uncle Frank would stop and see me on his route. Everyday for a year, he would take a few minutes to check on me. Make me laugh, encourage me, and just genuinely love me. I needed him during that time. I was lonely, lost, and afraid EVERYDAY up until I saw him. Every day mu Uncle would remind me that I was “K-Mart Special” and loved. He would remind me who and WHOM I was.

A couple of years ago I was struggling with coming out as a Cannabis patient and advocate. It truly was a tormenting scenario for me. I couldn’t sleep or think of anything else. HOW could I do this? What would my family think of me? Who would I be to my community? How could I come out as a patient? But I knew I needed to.

One day I went to visit my Aunt. She wasn’t home, so I sat outside and waited with my uncle. As we enjoyed the Vegas weather he asked me the same questions he always does; How’s my son, how’s church, how’s work?

When I answered the, “How’s work” question, I began to cry. He listened and just let me cry. I explained all that I was feeling and thinking. I probably cried for about 20 min before he said anything. What he said, changed my life. He said, “ Scoody Doo, you spend too much time worrying about making other people happy.” “You are not in Foster care anymore.” He continued, “be happy and stop waiting for other people’s approval to be great.”

His words woke me up and gave me permission to be great.

I lost my Uncle Frank this month.

As I sit here writing, smoking, and crying. I realize I am at peace.

I am honored and blessed to have been loved by the greatest black men in the world!

This is my tribute to the Patriarchs in my life. Their strength love and wisdom will ALWAYS be a part of me and I will change the world in honor of them!