Before they smoked out of it they touched their forehead with it, or made the moves in that general area. The area of the upper most chakra of the body. It is no different than blessing, or being thankful, for the food before we eat it. And one should be thankful and love our plants and bless the seed we put into the soil or other growing medium. We are all alive and all one and all coexist in this symbiotic wonderland. Without one there would be no other and without the other there would be no one.
But, I Leaf feels, that we should not stop there. One should have a communicative relationship with our plants throughout their growing process. It only make sense, they are going to be ingested and become part of your body .... part of your Temple.
In the article, "Buddhist Monks Bless Tea With Good Intention – Here’s What Happened" - http://www.collective-evolution.com/2014/02/23/buddhist-monks-bless-tea-with-good-intention-heres-what-happened/ - there is quite a big differenc in the out-come of the consumption of tea that is not blessed with good intentions and love then tea that is blessed.
It all goes along with the premise, "whatever you put out you get back," and if it starts out with love, affection, thankfulness, good intentions and organically grown in the beginning and then followed through during consumption and ingestion, then there's no stopping the benefits of a healthful and spiritual completion. As Hippocrates said, "make food thy medicine," and if you make everything you grow, eat and ingest a holy sacrament it will have no choice but to return the favor to you, for you. Thinking otherwise only destroys mother nature's symbioses.
Here is an excerpt from a book that has become my Bible:
The Secret Life of Plants
In the early nineteenth century an American of English descent named Nichols cleared hundreds of acres of rich virgin land in South Carolina, on which he grew crops of cotton, tobacco, and corn so abundant that with the revenue he built a big house and educated a large Family. Not once in his lifetime did he add anything to the soil. When it became depleted and his crops dwindled, he cleared more land and continued his exploitation of the land. When there was no more land to be cleared the family fortunes declined.
Nichols' son, grown to manhood looked at the poverty-stricken acreage and just moved west to Tennesse, where he cleared two thousand acres of virgin land, like his father he planted cotton, corn and tobacco. When his own son was grown to manhood, the land was once again so depleted from having living things taken from it and none returned that he moved on to Horse Creek in Marengo County, Alabama, there to purchase another two thousand acres of fertile soil and raise and family of twelve children on the proceeds, the town became Nicholsville; Nichols became the owner of a sawmillm a general store, and gristmill. This man's son also grew up to see devastation where his father had grown rich. He decided to move further west and settled in Parkdale, Arkansas, where he bought one thousand acres of good land on the bayou.
Four moves in four generations. Multiplied by thousands, this is the story of how Americans raised food on a continent which was there for the taking. The great- grandson of the original Nichols, together with thousands of other farmers, inaugurated a new era. After World War I he began my farming his new acreage, instead of just mining it, adopting the new government-recommended artigicial fertilizers. For a time his cotton crops prospered, but soon he noticed that his pest population was much worse than it had bee. When the bottom fell out of the cotton market his son Joe decided that medicine, not farming, was to be his career.
At the age of thirty-seven Joe Nichols was a full-fledged physician and surgeon in Atlanta, Texas, when he suffered a massive heart attack which nearly killed him. He was so frightened that for weeks he gave up his practice to consider his situation. All All he had been taught in medical school, pluss opinions of his colleagues, suggested his prognosis was extremely doubtful. There was no answer for his affliction beyond nitroglycerin pills, which alleviated his chest pains but caused equally pain headaches. With nothing better to do than to leaf through the ads of a farming magazine, Nichols came across the line, "People who eat narural food grown in fertile soil don't get heart disease."
"Pure quackery! Quackery of the worst sore," said Nichols of the magazine, which was Organic Gardening and Farming. He through the magazine away but the line nagged at him. At the local library the librarians were helpful in bringing Nichols books on nutrition. He also scoured the medical liturature , but could find no answer to what constituted natural food.
Now, more than thirty years later, Joe Nichols' thousands-acre farm near Atlanta, Texas, is one of the showplaces of the state; he has never again been afflicted with a heart attack. He ascribes both success to the advice which he took from Sir Albert Howard's book Agicultural Testament and Sir Robert Mc- Carrison"s Nutritional and Natural Health. On his farm, not another ounce of chemical fertilizer went into the land, nothing but natural compost.
Nichols realized that all his life he had been eating "junk food," food produced from poisoned land, food that had led straight to a massive heart attack. He remains convinced that the answer to metabolic disease, whether it was heart trouble, cancer, or diabetes, was indeed natural, poison-free food grown on organic fertile soil.