Hmm. @Stunger has made cobbs, but I don't think he documented the process.
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I have documented my cob making, I think more than once. Here is a link to one attempt --> making cobsHmm. @Stunger has made cobbs, but I don't think he documented the process.
This is like a book I can't put down. Or being in line to get the next book, with my foldable chair...in the rain....all night....trying to avoid speaking to the strangers. LOLI’m skipping the chapters about the void and ember worlds. It was not needed looking back. I thought it would explain a few things but I’m leaving it out in favor of introducing new characters today. Adding two chapters now. But one a day following. And then some updates on the grow (this is a journal right? ) and some pictures.
Chapter ?: The Arrival of Gee Vader
Kael drifted among the void blossoms, marveling at their gentle pulse, when he felt it—an unfamiliar presence, ancient and vast, yet distinctly human.
A voice echoed in the stillness, smooth yet heavy, as if layered with the weight of a thousand lifetimes.
“You misunderstand the strain, Kael. You’ve only glimpsed its true nature”.
Kael turned, though he had no physical form in this space. Before him, standing not as a spirit but fully corporeal, was a figure cloaked in deep emerald robes embroidered with symbols older than any civilization he had known. His face was lined but calm, eyes a deep silver that seemed to see through Kael rather than just observe him.
The man held a bud of Nebula Dream—not the ember strain or void blossom but a perfect, shimmering specimen of the original cosmic plant. Yet the energy radiating from it was… different. Deeper. Balanced.
“Who are you?” Kael asked, his voice resonating across the void.
The figure bowed his head slightly. “I am Gee Vader, keeper of the oldest truths. You’ve been a gardener, yes… but you have only tended the surface. You’ve yet to understand what you hold.”
Kael felt the pulse of the void blossoms around him. “I’ve healed worlds. Brought life where there was none. What more is there?”
Gee Vader extended his hand, and a ripple of energy surged from the bud he held. Suddenly, Kael felt everything. Not just the plants. The root of life itself.
“The strain is not a plant, Kael. It is a fragment of the universal blueprint. A reflection of consciousness itself. When it blooms, it reveals the deepest harmony between all living things—not just in body, but in thought. You’ve mistaken healing for growth. But growth alone is not balance.”
Kael felt the truth sink in. The ember strain had fed on pain. The void strain had bloomed only in stillness. Neither was whole. They were fragments—reflections of deeper imbalances.
“What does the strain want, then”?
Gee Vader’s silver eyes narrowed. “It does not want. It reveals. You, Kael, have become its conduit, but you have yet to face the truth of your own imbalance.”
Kael recoiled. “I brought life! I’ve given everything—”
“Have you? Or have you feared letting go of control? You granted life only where you chose. Even here, you guided the void strain instead of trusting it. The strain cannot be owned, Kael. Not by you… not by me… and not by those who will seek to corrupt it.”
Kael felt a ripple in the void—distant, faint, but dark.
“Someone is searching for the strain.”
Gee Vader nodded solemnly. “There are forces who would twist its balance to bind worlds instead of free them. Life is not the ultimate goal for them—power is.”
Kael’s mind raced. “Who? Where?”
Gee extended his hand, and the void blossoms trembled. A single petal fell away, disintegrating into golden dust. From the dust, a new image formed—an iron world, vast and lifeless, but this time, it was not empty. Great towers loomed, their roots digging into the very crust of the planet, siphoning energy as if drawing life from the core itself.
And at the heart of it all, a figure clad in dark armor stood holding a withered, corrupted strain. The vines coiled, not blooming but writhing.
“You are not the only immortal gardener, Kael.”
Kael stared into the vision, feeling the heat rise once more. “Then teach me, Vader. Show me how to stop this corruption.”
Gee Vader shook his head. “You cannot stop it. But you can become whole. Only when you understand the strain fully—its light, its darkness—will you be ready. Come, Kael. Let me show you…
And with that, the void blossoms surged, blooming not in pale violet but in brilliant silver, as the next chapter of Kael’s journey began.
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Chapter six : The Secrets of Lady C
Long before the void pulsed with danger—before Kael or Gee Vader had even sensed the strain’s corruption—Lady C had walked the edges of the universe alone.
She had not always been a shadow in the void. Once, long ago, she was a seeker, much like Kael. A healer. A guardian.
Her world, Aurelya, had been a garden of light, one of the first planets touched by the purest form of Nebula Dream. The strain there was unlike anything known today—ancient, radiant, glowing with hues of gold and sapphire, thriving in perfect harmony with the planet’s pulse. It was not just a plant; it was a consciousness, a symbiotic force that connected every living being on Aurelya, binding them in shared experience and growth.
Lady C, then simply known as Ceres, had been chosen as a Keeper of the Bloom, a rare title given only to those who could hear the strain’s subtle voice. She felt its energy not just as a healer but as a whisper in her soul—guiding her to mend fractures, to balance where nature fell out of rhythm.
But there was one voice the strain had hidden from her.
Deep beneath the crystalline soil of Aurelya, in chambers untouched for millennia, lay the Prime Root—the very heart of the original strain. Its pulse was… different. Slower. Deeper. And more powerful than any bloom above.
Ceres, young and bold, had gone where no Keeper was meant to go. She touched the Prime Root.
And it spoke. Not in song. Not in light. But in a warning.
“Do not awaken what was sealed”
At first, Ceres didn’t understand. The strain pulsed with beauty, with healing. Why would such a thing need to be sealed away?
But then came him.
A traveler, shrouded in iron-gray robes, arrived on Aurelya—a seeker like herself, but older, his energy quiet and coiled like a storm waiting to break. He spoke with a soft voice, yet his words clung to her mind long after their conversations.
“What would happen if the strain could grow… beyond the light? If we could unlock not just healing but control of life itself? Think of the worlds we could save.” She had believed him once.
His name was Veyren. And together, they had begun to test the strain’s deeper potential.
But it was not balance they uncovered. It was dominion.
Veyren was the first to twist the strain—not out of malice, but out of obsession. He had seen a world perish. He wanted to ensure life could never fade again. He began to alter the strain, forcefully grafting it with cosmic energies drawn from dying stars. The strain responded, but its balance fractured.
The strain stopped healing. It began… taking.
Ceres tried to stop him. She begged the other Keepers to intervene, but by then, the corruption had spread. Veyren had merged his own life force with the Prime Root. His presence could no longer be separated from it.
Aurelya began to wither.
The vines grew twisted, their golden light dimming to pale gray. The strain no longer connected hearts—it bound minds, controlling the will of those who had once lived in harmony.
In a final, desperate act, Ceres shattered the Prime Root.
Not to destroy it—but to divide it. She fragmented the ancient heart, separating the strain’s essence into shards across the universe, each carrying a piece of the original balance.
But it came with a cost.
Veyren was bound to one of the fragments—consumed, yet not destroyed. His spirit remained tethered to the corrupted seed, hidden within the void where Kael and Gee Vader would one day face him again.
Ceres, consumed by guilt, left her dying world behind. She swore to protect the strain’s remnants, knowing that if anyone ever reassembled the Heart Seed… the corruption would return.
She became Lady C, a name whispered in secret, as she wove her way through the void, tracing fragments of the ancient bloom while working from within the shadows—sometimes even from within the corrupted forces themselves.
But now, facing Kael and Vader, the truth gnawed at her.
She had been the one who first let the corruption bloom.
And if Kael failed… it would be her burden to bear.
Congratulations for finalizing your legal grow! It's a great feeling. South Africa went legal in 2018 but like elsewhere, much remains legally unresolved. I've thoroughly enjoyed your journal WWW. I hope you will put up a link when you start your next journal!I think I’m ending the journal. I feel like whatever happens the plant won’t be dried in time for me to keep it growing now. And let’s be real no one even cares anayway . My dream of growing legally has come to pass. I had to move out of my home state to do it. But even so, others still face opposition to their grows. And some people just can’t. Please do what you can within your sphere, to help and educate others. Whatever that may mean. How long do we really have, years, days, seconds,who the fuck knows? Be kind and share what you can.
My personal thoughts are that it is, or was trying to reveg. This is based on reveg plants that I have grown in the past on purpose. Those smaller leaves that are curling under and folding sort of are a sign. I call them wonkies. Single blade leaves will start, they will look like large coty's is all I can think of to explain them. I have some pics from my reveg starts, if you like I can locate them and post them here. I think I posted a couple at the start of my current journal for someone.
Anyone really knows what they are looking for on reveg. I can’t be positive, time will tell if no one has any insight to share.
Nug shot sundae driver. It was jarred today and I took a quarter z out to smoke, so I can let the rest cure in peace. I had planned to go directly into grove bag but don’t seem to have any empty ones.
This one’s dedicated to the creamatic. She can always change my heart. But I don’t think there’s enough time anymore.
I stopped sharing songs with updates. Well they are back, I liked them.
Sounds like they're photos then. Maybe sticking with 12/12 would work?Thanks Mel, I haven’t chopped her I just don’t trust her anymore. So if I see it swing back and this side of flower again I’ll keep her going. If she goes back to veg I know it will be a lost cause because of timing. Don’t really want to waste fert on her if I can’t harvest. But I will to see how she grows. My thoughts are that if it went into flower right now I might have time. In two weeks that window will be closed. That’s for the help man!
As far as what’s causing it. Has to be hormones by why are they all out of whack. She went 12/12 to bump into flower and then back to 18/6. And it seemed to work. Then the bubba brunch went into flower and started reveg right away after switching to 18/6. But creamatic appeared to have stayed in flower. But now she’s doing this.
Congratulations for finalizing your legal grow! It's a great feeling
Sorry good morn to you too!Good Morning, btw. LOL
Whoa your talking like you won't be on site anymore bro !!!?? I'm sure posting in short stories section is a great idea and would get it out there for everyone to read!!. I'm gonna want the story too !! I already pm'd you. How long you think the relocation gonna take ?Stone the pleasure was mine having so many nice visitors here to share with and learn from.
Ahh man I feel for for you ,I really do. When I can't get a run in I buy or clone a ton of other plants that I can harvest.....it doesn't really scratch the itch it just makes the itch manageable. I love all plants but mj is my number 1 for many reasons,it can't be replaced. ....ok dumb idea but .....would a grow room simulator possibly help with that itch ? Lmao fr tho ?I expect to not have a grow until summer ‘26. Unfortunately. But I doubt I’ll leave the site.