1/9/2023 0 Comments Level hashtab reviewAs complex as it was harrowing, the high points of George Washington’s biography vividly mirrored the chronicle of my own family. His father was sold down the Ohio River and his mother surrendered him to the Cochran family, who fled the state to secure their newly adopted son’s freedom. He was the son of a slave and a white English woman, born in the pro-slavery state of Virginia. Apparently, GW had defied all the odds and erected a whole-ass town in a territory that, before he arrived, had strict racial exclusion laws. We reached the downtown visitors’ center, and stepped in, excited to learn more about this George Washington fella. In Centralia, we walked the main drag, pausing to window shop the boutiques and storefronts. “My social self bloomed and I happily chatted up strangers like I was a local. Was this the Protab or the call of my tempestuous heritage-or both? In a surreal moment of sativa euphoria, I felt like I’d been here all my life. I was also wearing bright red lipstick with a white fur thrown over my shoulders. In the picture, she was wearing bright red lipstick and a white fur draped over her shoulders. At a local bookstore/coffeehouse, a barista and I waxed about the town history before he led me to a plaque dedicated to the Madame who once operated a brothel out of the very same store. While buying a white faux fur coat in a thrift shop, the clerk and I chatted like old friends. My social self bloomed and I happily chatted up strangers like I was a local. Everything was vibrant, joyful, and cool. The Victorian homes dotting the hillsides were candy-colored fantasies. But once we’d arrived, we found the town to be a bucolic daydream, all velvety evergreen and celestial blue. I’d done the bare minimum of research on Centralia, just enough to know it was calling to my poor, culturally unfettered soul. By the time we arrived in Chehalis, I was in the best mood I’d been in for weeks.Īn unexpected perk of LEVEL’s Sativa Protab was how strongly it encouraged socialization. The tablet’s onset was less staggering, and instead of a gut punch, it came on in the form of giggly trains of thought and jokey banter. Whereas the Protab felt spread thin in an effort to revive me from an emotional slump on day one, by day two, I had regained my cheerful senses and was able to enjoy the product on another level. I timed my dose so the onset would occur early during the long drive out of Oregon and into the misty foothills of Lewis County. The second go-around, I was more prepared. My first try with these Protabs demanded a moment of quiet contemplation. With a better mood in my grasp, I agreed we should check them out. He found a couple towns just north of us-Chehalis and Centralia-that’d be prime spots for antique treasure hunting. Later that evening, my husband suggested a road trip. And so LEVEL garnered a new fan, and I survived another dark night of the soul. I wasn’t staring at my life through the pinhole of disassociation, but I wasn’t trapped in the saddest parts of my mind either. Stripes blurred together, hems went every which way, and loose stitches were looking like an antique road map. As the high escalated, the edges of my reality began to blur and suddenly I’d been making the same skirt for an hour and a half. ”Īfter riding the onset for a few moments, I was finally able to shake the residual sadness and attempt a simple distraction: sewing a 10-minute circle skirt. “As the high escalated, the edges of my reality began to blur. The result wasn't miraculous, but its bossy kickoff did snap me out of my swirling storm of ennui. I swallowed the tablet and hoped for the best. The first time I tried these sativa Protabs, I was in a deep, dark, dog-days-of-winter funk. The potency is considerable with a burly wallop of an onset that, for me, started in the chest and radiated throughout my body. The whole package contains 10 Protabs, or 250mg of THC in total. LEVEL’s Sativa Protabs are cannabis concentrate tablets that contain 25mg of THC each. It’s also the place where one LEVEL Sativa Protab sent me on a biracial adventure that left me thinking maybe I owned the city by birthright. The claim would become the city of Centralia, Washington, which is about an hour away from my house in Portland. In 1852, a black man named George Washington set out for the Northwest Territories and staked a claim at the fork of the Skookumchuck and Chehalis rivers. Who knew a tiny sativa tablet could lift me from my depression and take me on a journey of self-discovery?
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