After years of trial and tribulation the Coptic Brothers manage to bust out of Hell, Jamaica, with a load of sacrament. All of a sudden the little poverty stricken band of black and white Ganja devotes is blessed with virtually unlimited cash. The Dream of the restoration of the ancient Black Kingdom with combs of gold and prosperity for all is now a reality. It was like when you think about winning the lottery, NOW, what would you do?

After the sinking of the ganja boat and the Church's Dream our desperate hero makes a fated move to just keep the brothers and sisters alive. The Great Mind knows our needs before we do. There are miracles, magic, coincidences  and then there is This, you decide.

When finding out that the brothers sank the boat, two years of collective trial and tribulation drowned in one calamitous moment, I reacted in the only way I knew how.

The early days of the Church in America and the rise of the Ganja Warrior class dedicated to spreading the spirit. The spice must flow.

The Coptic initiation comes as a tidal wave of unimaginable revelations concerning everything you thought was true. Think religious history, all history turned upside down with a Black Christ and Moses who constantly made burnt offerings of the Ganja and then comes the heavy stuff. Warning, if you are not ready for complete honesty, this may shock you.

The Gospel Camp was a portal to an ancient world where Black men are Kings, Priests and Prophet, all reading out the judgement for slavery and what happens when a white boy from Iowa agrees and embraces the Glory and Adoption Covenant.

Hearing about the resurrected, Black Ganja smoking Christ was simply irresistible, I had to see for myself, the ultimate quest.

The Grand Opening of the River City Free Trade Zone signaled the beginning of our great Hippy Capitalism experiment. Join our young entrepreneurs as a crazy idea becomes an overnight triumph with the Mayor and the Bank clapping, all the filters and restraints are abandoned. What happened I had a hard time believing while it was happening and still do..

River City Free Trade Zone was an explosion of Hippy marijuana based community development. Find out what happens when our young protagonist rents the Old Montgomery Ward building, a 3 story, 30,000 square foot empty space one block from the heart of the University of Iowa's campus. Uncontrollable crowds of pot smoking, LSD taking young folk, all interested in touching one another find a Home devoted to them.

Mind of a smuggler and the Heart of a Child. The herb is a spirit spice and the spice must flow, the devotee’s path is effortless, magical with unlimited power, moving thought worthy to complete these mysteries for the glorification of the living God.