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Cannapocalypse: Book 1 the re-integration
June 13, 2028, Portland Oregon, USA - Derrik Rinn

June 13, 2028, Portland Oregon, USA - Derrik Rinn

CANNAPOCALYPSE

Book 1: Re-initialization

June 13, 2028, Portland Oregon, USA

Derrik Rinn

Hello, my name is Derrik Rinn. This is my personal account of how the world has changed forever and all of the unbelievable things that followed…….

It began early in the morning, and I am driving down the Lewis and Clark highway heading east, smoking a joint, enjoying a sunny June morning in the Pacific Northwest. I had just left a meeting with the owner of the largest cannabis dispensary in Washington and was heading to the airport to pick up my daughter Hillary, she is coming home from college for summer break.

As I was driving, the ground started to shake slightly and as a result. I clumsily dropped the joint I was smoking into my lap. I reached down to pick it up and then, when I looked back up, “FUCK”!!! I almost hit the shitty red Miata in front of me. I swerved to the shoulder stopped and looked up to see what is going on when I notice…  

Bright blue, fluorescent light is pouring out of the top of Mt. Hood. There are parts of the summit of the mountain tumbling down the western face. There are also visible avalanches and rockslides. I am seeing it, I can’t believe what I’m seeing, then the air starts to feel more humid and heavier somehow. The entire top of the mountain seems to have collapsed and now appears to be made of glass or crystal, the light coming out of the peak of the newly emerged crystal pyramid is bright blue and looks like electricity or some kind of power source.

 I immediately tried to call my wife Julie, no answer. I try to call my daughter Hillary also, no answer as she is probably barely on approach to land. I better get there as soon as I can. The amount of chaos in the course of about six miles was unbelievable. People had stopped their cars in the middle of the road to get out and look at the crumbling mountain that was looking more and more like a pyramid. It was a good thing that I was driving my farm Jeep, or I wouldn’t have made it to the airport.

Julie Rinn

Julie Rinn is the heart of the Rinn family business. The Rinns own several high-grade Cannabis farms in Oregon, Washington, California, and Nevada. Julie has made a point to meet every single one of their employees, and she does everything she can to give them all a good wage and a comfortable and enjoyable work environment which has helped with their success.

 Today Julie has a very important meeting with some buyers from a large dispensary group in Portland, Oregon, her husband Derriks hometown.  She runs across town to the corporate office to see the head buyers and deliver samples with the expectation of securing a new long-term contract.

“Hello, gentlemen, my name is Julie Rinn, for those of you who I have not met. I represent Rinn Family Farms. My husband Derrik and I have been growing, curing, processing, and selling the highest quality cannabis for over 20 years. We have always had a great relationship with your company, and we would like to secure that relationship for another 10 years. My husband and I believe in our partnership and believe we will both move forward together.” Julie stated and went on to say.

“Here are some samples we have to show you the stunning work we have been doing in green houses and fields across the west coast.” Julie opens her bag to find all the cannabis is glowing a bright greenish blue, and is much more fragrant than ever before, she could smell it through sealed glass jars.

Hillary Rinn

Hillary Rinn wakes up to the “We are on approach to PDX” announcement, this announcement also included a loud alarm and the captain directing all of us to buckle our seat belts and strap on the overhead oxygen masks. After adjusting and looking around she notices all the passengers are all on one side of the plane staring out the windows pointing at something, as the masks drop from the ceiling of the plane. Hillary gets a look at what everyone is staring at, Mt. Hood seems to have a crystal pyramid on top of it, or maybe the whole thing is a pyramid, and it is shooting bright blue florescent light into the sky. She asks the closest person to her if they know what is going on or when it started.

No one seemed to know anything, but they all agreed that they wanted to land ASAP. After a couple years of medical school and all the things that come with it, Hillary was just excited to spend a little time at home with her parents. After the cosmic light show, it was very settling to see her father waiting for her at the airport after a very tense and dramatic landing.

Rinn Family

Both Hillary and I said the same thing at the same time. “Holy shit, did you see Mt. Hood?” After watching the local news for a few minutes on the TV at the bar in the airport, we found out that there were 20 spots all over the world behaving the same way as Mt. Hood. The US government was closing their borders to all international travel, grounding all flights, and deploying the National Guard along with either the Marine corps or the US Navy depending on the location of the anomaly.

“Well, I’m pretty sure we can be sure the great pyramid is not, in fact a tomb.” Hillary quipped. Derrik then mentioned “Looks like those Egyptologists were just making shit up, or they have known about this for a much longer time than we know.”

The news went on to mention that over 500 people are unaccounted for on Mt. Hood; the rescue efforts were to begin as soon as the rescue teams had time to access the condition of the mountain’s stability.

After arriving at Derriks Jeep Hillary asked, “Dad can you pop the back, for my bags?” “Sure, just push the clear tote aside I need to drop that off on our way home.” I replied. Hillary then inquired, “Why is this all, glowing bright greenish blue?” After close inspection I did notice that in fact my cannabis was glowing a bright greenish blue and boy, did it smell pungent.

“Oh, shit, your mother has been calling!” I said. “Call Julie!” I said again to my phone. After finally getting through to her, Julie goes on to tell us about her meeting and how their cannabis was glowing, and everyone was excited to try it, so she left with a 20-year contract and exclusive sales conditions to the biggest company in Oregon. I asked if any of the other cannabis was glowing that she saw in the office and she did not see any other cannabis glowing like it was on blueish green fire.

After contacting the farm managers on all the Rinn Family Farm properties, we confirmed the fact that yes, all of our cannabis was glowing. Plants in the ground as well as drying product, as well as dry and trimmed cured product packaged for sale.

Julie and I have been growing the same heirloom strains for over 20 years. Julie and I also sell seed stock to all the neighboring farms, which are not experiencing this phenomenon in their fields or in their product.

So, it seems there is something specific to our crops. As we had been investigating the mysterious glowing ganja. Hillary was intently watching CNN, she found out where the other anomalies were located in the US, we had Mt. Hood, Mt. McKinley, Mt. Kilauea, and interestingly the Washington Monument in Washington DC. There are experts in almost every known science at each location studying the anomalies and trying to figure out what is happening and why. All we could do was sit and watch.

“I think we should roll some joints of this glowing cannabis and smoke it up”, I finally said to my family. To which Julie replied, “I think that’s probably a good idea, after the crazy events of today, I could use it”. I went on to roll three perfect joints. “Ok, ladies, here goes”. I exclaimed. One puff… exhale…two puffs… exhale… three puffs… exha…woah…. (I’ve been smoking, selling, or growing cannabis for over 40 years, in other words, NOT a light weight.) I experienced an out of body visual and auditory experience…...

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First, I had a vision of Julie, Hillary and I driving in our Jeep. We were driving south, to California, to our cabin near Mt. Shasta, California based on the visible road signs. I transitioned into another vision of Julie, Hillary, and I walking into a vast cave with an enormous man who must have been at least 10 feet tall leading the way.

I then saw a vision of an Asian man who was bald and dressed in Monks robes in a cave, meditating in front of a statue of what looks like a cross between a monkey and a  man. A new vision, a woman exploring what looks like South American ruins. I then roll into a vision of two blonde women who appear to be of eastern European decent maybe Russian, they are running away from men who look like lizards when the light hits them just right. Then darkness……

“Derrik Rinn!!” I hear from the darkness. “Follow where the Aether takes you, trust your cannabis, practice concentrated contemplation, and begin thoughtful meditation,  only then will you begin to walk the path!!”

I awoke from my vision to see both my wife and daughter had probably gone through a similar experience. We then spent the next few hours discussing the different aspects of our shared visions and messages. Both Julie and I have participated in countless psychedelic experiences. Hillary has gone through a number of guided ayahuasca ceremonies with different Shamans and spiritual guides. With those psychedelic journeys  to draw on we could all agree that we had undergone something remarkable, and we should analyze the information and act accordingly.

“So, are we headed to Mt. Shasta?” my daughter asks me. “I feel like we are being pulled down there for some reason.”, Hillary added. “What do you think, my love?” I asked Julie. Julie goes on to tell me she had different visions but of the same people, we both agreed that these people were important to us for some reason, as all three of us had visions of the same people in different places.

We decided that since we had a cabin in Weed, California, and hadn’t been there in quite some time. Well, in the worst case we have our summer vacation in the mountains of northern California. We also agreed that this was fucking crazy, and we might just be dreaming.

              After a few hours of packing up the essentials for our trip down to Mt. Shasta it was time to go over everything and then get some rest. We made sure to pack a side arm each. Julie liked to carry a Smith and Wesson M&P Shield 9mm. She is proficient in its use and has been carrying it for years. Hillary standing at a cool 6’1” had her trusty Magnum Research Desert Eagle 1911 G 45, a classic design made popular over the years as a true workhorse, fine-tuned and refined to be a truly lethal tool in Hillarys’ hands after years of target shooting with me and years of living in the wilderness. Me, being of larger stature,(6’5”, 240 lbs.) brought both my Desert Eagle 50 (that I won in a poker game), and my 6.5 Creedmoor FN SCAR both weapons I have trained with and practiced with for many years. I also loaded up my big boy…….

About fourteen years ago, I took over a grow site in Northern California, and on the property, I “found” a Barrett M107A1 Rifle(Wink, Wink).   

We also packed food, water, and a generator, we put our MULE pro on a trailer that we hitched to our Jeep pickup. I made sure we had at least 20 gallons of extra gas and, then…one more joint, then to bed.

Upon falling to sleep I had a dream about a man who was completely covered in silver and gold tattoos that looked like old runes from a video game. We were standing about five feet apart in what I  could only describe as a sound stage. There was a solid floor, and we were surrounded by white walls and a white ceiling which appeared to be about 30 feet high.

“Derrik, please do not be alarmed. I am an ancient and distant ancestor. I have been waiting for eons to provide you with assistance, as an ancestral guide and mentor. I will be available for you to interface with as soon as the system has fully initialized. I thought I would take a moment to give you some vital information to prepare you for what lies ahead.” The tattooed man said.

“First of all, please do not ask any questions as I am not allowed to answer any of them until completion of re-initialization. I have very specific information and your only job is to listen and retain as much as possible. Are you ready?” He asked. I nodded positively.

“First of all, the blue light coming from Mt. Hood and the other locations is Aether. Aether is the energy that powers the universe. Aether is used as a source of power for all tech in the governed universe, as well as powering any and all applications of Magick or Aether techniques. The use of electricity is an anathema within this . Electricity is extremely volatile and is only used by un-enlightened and primitive species in the governed universe.” He told me.

 “Aether on this planet has been restricted to only specific locations and has mainly been farmed and shipped off this world in the form of Aether crystals. Mt. Hood and the other 19 locations are all Aether amplification machines, they have been re-activated in anticipation of Terra being re-initialized into the intergalactic collective and regaining access to the use of the . We use the to regulate our use of Aether. Also, to make better use of our Aether pools, we gain access to the and skills / abilities are created. We also measure our growth with the use of the , through levels and experience, which is gained when accomplishing certain tasks or taking experience points through combat.” The tattooed man then went on to say.

“You will have at this point I’m sure had some visions of the Pleiadeans in Talos?” He asked, I nodded yes, and he went on. “Your people have been calling them Lemurians for generations, when you awake, go to them. They will be an amazing resource and an ally to humankind here on Terra. They have been watching you for some time and I believe that they are awaiting your arrival, as you have my blood running through your veins. As a result, you will be granted access to any and all Arcturian facilities throughout this dimension of reality. You will be given the opportunity to help restart their civilization. You have the power within you to help recreate a home for humanity on Terra, to start again and regain control of this planet.”

“This is the part I have to censor the information a bit, I apologize. There is a race of beings, here on Terra who have been in control of this planet and it’s Aether production for a very long time. They are in control of all beings living on this planet. That said, their Inter-Galactic lease is up, as of the stroke of midnight on June 20th, 2028.”

“Once this happens the Aether amplification machines will be turned up to 300% and there will be an Aether explosion that will destroy all electronics, all fossil fuels, and likely any and all forms of current communication. All sentient lifeforms on Terra will gain access to the Intergalactic , they will have the opportunity to grow stronger through the use of the and the proper manipulation of the Aether that will soon be abundant on this planet.”

The tattooed man finished by saying, “ This is all of the assistance I am able to provide at this point in the re-initialization process. I think if you are intelligent enough this should be more information than necessary for you to be successful and thrive through the re-initialization and the tribulation to come….” And then I woke up covered in sweat…….. 

June 14th, 2028, Portland, OR/ Weed, CA

“Good morning, Jules.” I say as quietly as possible.(Julie is NOT a morning person) “Is there still light coming from the Mountain?” my bride casually asks. “Yes dear, and WOW did I have the most vivid crazy dreams last night”, I replied.

I go on to tell her about my crazy dreams of the man with the tattoos and relay all of the information I could remember. She then tells me about her dreams and the people we had visions about were in her dreams as well, not talking to her specifically but more like the visions from earlier. Bits and pieces of maybe what they are going through currently. She saw a woman named Cava talking to two people who looked like lizard people when they moved just right. She also saw the Asian man in the cave, the normal sized man was talking to another man, both looked to be of Asian descent. After we got all caught up, we got ourselves out of bed and began our journey.

“Let’s get going ladies, do we have everything we need for an extended period on the road?”, I asked my wife and daughter. “Hillary is loading the last of the food and ammo onto the Jeep, are you sure you don’t just want to take the R.V.? You seem to be packing as much as that poor little pick up will hold.” Julie joked with me.

“We also need to stop at the farm in Wilsonville and grab all of the dried cannabis flower they have and any extract they have produced.” I mentioned. From there we loaded up into the Jeep and off we went. After stopping at the farm in Wilsonville we ended up with 38lbs. of brightly glowing Platinum Cookies, 19lbs of brightly glowing Tahoe OG, 26lbs of luminescent Black Cherry Soda, and 6.5lbs of 99.9% pure THC-a crystals which were usually white, that were now glowing an iridescent color almost a mother of pearl look to it.

The drive to Weed, California took waaaaaay longer than usual. With all the people trying to escape the Portland area, the I-5 SOUTH was packed, and the way it is built in most places prohibits off road travel. Luckily for us we live just south of Portland and missed all of the craziness that was happening in the city.

Before we left, we saw on the news that the Governor had declared a state of emergency and was sending the National Guard into Portland to keep order. The whole Willamette valley was glowing and looked like plants from the rain forest jungles were now growing there. As we drove through the forest near Cottage Grove, we noticed the trees visibly growing both taller and wider, this seemed to be the case with almost all of the plant life we saw on the way.

We ran into some people who were trying to collect a toll at the border of California. We stopped as we had four people with semi-automatic rifles, pointing the business end of them at us. I pulled out a big joint of glowing weed, while doing so I pulled out my gold-plated Desert Eagle .50 and set it on the dashboard then threw the joint their way and we were all good. Julie was damn near ready to clear out the group of them if it came to it, she was always the more aggressive of the two of us. After that minor stop, we were back on the road and reached our first northern California cannabis cabin by midnight.

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