In pre-history there were four great river systems, Euphrates/Tigris, Nile, Ganges, and Yellow River. Each suppored river cultures by the tens of thousands, all of whom traded with other remote systems. As a right of passage in many regions, the young spent three days in fast, consuming only Cannabis and psychedelics, and were then led by the shaman into a tight crawl space that led to an underground tunnel.
With every breath they inhaled and tasted the dirt and dust in the dark. Then suddenly becoming aware of a beat that feels at first to come from within, but as the sound becomes audible it compells them forward. Drawing them to the sight of a flickering point of light which signals the end of the journey. In effect, the reversed birth channel finally delivers them into a pulsating womb, a grand gallery filled with light, color, incense, and sound. Brightly bathed by Hemp seed oil lamps, who's flickering magic light sets the imagery to dance with rock, color, and shadows in motion.
That very act, played over tens of thousands of generations, awakened a new set of genes in the human genome. The appreciation of color, art, imagery, and more importantly, the metaphor. Cannabis, the very root of all religion, is the Sacrament that unite us with the most ancient of ancestors in a great spiraling, genetic, and spiritual hub. Like spokes in a great generational "vision quest" wheel, we are comforted by an understanding embrace that each of us prays from our own unique experience and perspective, to the the Divine, found at the center of all that is, right down to the very core of our DNA.