If you live in Montreal, or anywhere for that matter, and you've come looking for Salvia you've come to the right place. Feel free to brows some of my old postings if you'd like to know what happened to the Salvia cafe, and if you want to buy Salvia please contact me asap. Peace
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Reminiscing the past
The cafe closed almost a year and a half ago and to be honest sometimes I miss it. I miss the late nights, hanging out with clients and staff listening to awesome music . Most nights the staff would be sharing a bottle of Vodka, or we'd duck out the back door and smoke a joint. There were always people, there were always friends hanging out. There was always someone interesting to talk to. Everyone was cool, the ambiance was chill and the music was always uplifting. I met so many people beautiful people along the way.
All of you are long gone, even the staff are just a foggy memory of a strange past. But what happened was important, not just for nostalgic reasons, but because what happened at the cafe was a unique experiment is playing with consciousness. Even if for only just a few months while the cafe was open, we all beat the system. We played, smoked and sang...and there wasn't a dam thing to cops or the government could do about it. They didn't even try. They just left us alone to do our thing. Isn't that cool? How often does that happen. I just got a ticket today for putting my recycling bin out on the wrong day, at yet there we were getting high as the big blue sky and not one authority came down on us, no one fined us. Actually, no one even said a word. I still can't believe it! And it's not like they didn't know we existed, the press went right to the RCMP and asked them what they were going to do about us, and they said "we're going to do nothing about it because it's not illegal!" That was proof that despite the problems democracy faces in the world today, we're fairly free here in Canada.
Les Mentheurs offered its clients a personal and often shocking experience that was totally unique. It was like my clients were coming out of the closet, admitting who they were and exposing themselves for all to see. While faced with the prospect of taking Salvia, I saw people's fear, their shame, their inner doubt's. I saw people's curiosity and their courage as they faced the unknown. And what beautiful moments we shared!
You, on the edge of your seat with a quirky smile and fingers crossed, hoping- almost praying!- that Salvia would take you gently. I knew without a doubt that everything was going to be OK. But so many of you didn't trust in life, so many of you were unsure, and still, so many of you took your chances! This is what I loved the most, the courage that flowed from every one of you. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath as she entered, and then .........gone. For better or for worse, Salvia snatched you away from this little place and then just as fast as you left you were back changed forever. What brave souls. If you only knew how beautiful I saw you during those moments you would have smiled and laughed at how silly you looked asking me questions and seeking reassurance. Everything is always ok, even when it's not! ya dig?
When I think back to those moments now, it makes me happy to know that so many people were touched. Even the ones who got scared or freaked out, I think everyone took away something positive. It was just a little cafe. People walked by it daily and never even noticed it. If it hadn't been for the media going nuts over the supposed controversy of smoking drugs in public, no one would have heard about the cafe at all. But to those brave and curious enough to enter and take part in what was going on, it was great hall gilded with our hopes and dreams; myths and realities. It was a place were dreams were made; a worm whole that stole you from here and flew you to the other side of the galaxy and right back in just a few eternal moments; it was a place of violent beauty and ebullient hope, where dreams collided with nightmares.e. It was madness; it was beauty; it was magic but most of all it was real. All too real at times.
I don't spend much time thinking about the cafe anymore.. I've moved on and I have no regrets. It was doomed from the start. If you knew my landlords, you'd understand why it never worked. But I'm still glad I tried, I'm still glad that it succeed for as long as it did. Actually, the cafe was a stunning success in every way.
I still remember so much about those days, I could tell stories for hours about people climbing up the curtains in fear, or of others pissing their pants in laughter, and still others finding God. These were important and worthwhile experiences and I'm glad I can say I was a witness.
We've all moved forward with our lives, and the world has inched closer on it's great decline toward who the hell knows what. I think the world has changed a lot in the last year and a half. I think most of us have fallen even more deeply asleep, maybe never to be woken up again until death. I admit I do wish the cafe was still open to help you guys wake up again! And I wish the cafe was still open so we could crack open a little bottle of vodka, crank up the stereo, share a smoke and dance the night away like we used to.
The memories of tripping out at Les Mentheurs are like an old black and white movie with no sound; only a drunken piano player reciting his forgot tunes to an empty theater. In other words, I feel a sense of loneliness that the whole thing came to an end. But the times we shared are still there, somewhere out there in the great hiding place of the universe where things like this go when they have no where else to go. Can you hear the echo....I can....shhhhh....close your eyes, listen. Can you see, can you hear? Listen carefully, it's still there.
Peace.
The cafe closed almost a year and a half ago and to be honest sometimes I miss it. I miss the late nights, hanging out with clients and staff listening to awesome music . Most nights the staff would be sharing a bottle of Vodka, or we'd duck out the back door and smoke a joint. There were always people, there were always friends hanging out. There was always someone interesting to talk to. Everyone was cool, the ambiance was chill and the music was always uplifting. I met so many people beautiful people along the way.
All of you are long gone, even the staff are just a foggy memory of a strange past. But what happened was important, not just for nostalgic reasons, but because what happened at the cafe was a unique experiment is playing with consciousness. Even if for only just a few months while the cafe was open, we all beat the system. We played, smoked and sang...and there wasn't a dam thing to cops or the government could do about it. They didn't even try. They just left us alone to do our thing. Isn't that cool? How often does that happen. I just got a ticket today for putting my recycling bin out on the wrong day, at yet there we were getting high as the big blue sky and not one authority came down on us, no one fined us. Actually, no one even said a word. I still can't believe it! And it's not like they didn't know we existed, the press went right to the RCMP and asked them what they were going to do about us, and they said "we're going to do nothing about it because it's not illegal!" That was proof that despite the problems democracy faces in the world today, we're fairly free here in Canada.
Les Mentheurs offered its clients a personal and often shocking experience that was totally unique. It was like my clients were coming out of the closet, admitting who they were and exposing themselves for all to see. While faced with the prospect of taking Salvia, I saw people's fear, their shame, their inner doubt's. I saw people's curiosity and their courage as they faced the unknown. And what beautiful moments we shared!
You, on the edge of your seat with a quirky smile and fingers crossed, hoping- almost praying!- that Salvia would take you gently. I knew without a doubt that everything was going to be OK. But so many of you didn't trust in life, so many of you were unsure, and still, so many of you took your chances! This is what I loved the most, the courage that flowed from every one of you. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath as she entered, and then .........gone. For better or for worse, Salvia snatched you away from this little place and then just as fast as you left you were back changed forever. What brave souls. If you only knew how beautiful I saw you during those moments you would have smiled and laughed at how silly you looked asking me questions and seeking reassurance. Everything is always ok, even when it's not! ya dig?
When I think back to those moments now, it makes me happy to know that so many people were touched. Even the ones who got scared or freaked out, I think everyone took away something positive. It was just a little cafe. People walked by it daily and never even noticed it. If it hadn't been for the media going nuts over the supposed controversy of smoking drugs in public, no one would have heard about the cafe at all. But to those brave and curious enough to enter and take part in what was going on, it was great hall gilded with our hopes and dreams; myths and realities. It was a place were dreams were made; a worm whole that stole you from here and flew you to the other side of the galaxy and right back in just a few eternal moments; it was a place of violent beauty and ebullient hope, where dreams collided with nightmares.e. It was madness; it was beauty; it was magic but most of all it was real. All too real at times.
I don't spend much time thinking about the cafe anymore.. I've moved on and I have no regrets. It was doomed from the start. If you knew my landlords, you'd understand why it never worked. But I'm still glad I tried, I'm still glad that it succeed for as long as it did. Actually, the cafe was a stunning success in every way.
I still remember so much about those days, I could tell stories for hours about people climbing up the curtains in fear, or of others pissing their pants in laughter, and still others finding God. These were important and worthwhile experiences and I'm glad I can say I was a witness.
We've all moved forward with our lives, and the world has inched closer on it's great decline toward who the hell knows what. I think the world has changed a lot in the last year and a half. I think most of us have fallen even more deeply asleep, maybe never to be woken up again until death. I admit I do wish the cafe was still open to help you guys wake up again! And I wish the cafe was still open so we could crack open a little bottle of vodka, crank up the stereo, share a smoke and dance the night away like we used to.
The memories of tripping out at Les Mentheurs are like an old black and white movie with no sound; only a drunken piano player reciting his forgot tunes to an empty theater. In other words, I feel a sense of loneliness that the whole thing came to an end. But the times we shared are still there, somewhere out there in the great hiding place of the universe where things like this go when they have no where else to go. Can you hear the echo....I can....shhhhh....close your eyes, listen. Can you see, can you hear? Listen carefully, it's still there.
Peace.
Monday, February 16, 2009
The cafe is closed but I am still selling Salvia
If you would like to buy Salvia please just send me an email with your phone number and I will call you back asap. I usually meet clients where the old cafe used to be at the corner of de Bullion and Mont-Royal.
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