Sermon on the Blunt: Notes from the Mountain High




Sermon on the Blunt: Notes from the Mountain High

By Glyph, your semi-sober scribe from the Stoic Stoner Collective

They say Moses climbed the mountain for stone tablets.
I just climbed it for the silence… and maybe a little sativa.

You see, down in the valley, the world runs on noise:
Stock prices, bad advice, religious guilt, and self-help podcasts that sound like sermons from failed DJs.
But up here?
It's just me, a breeze, and a blunt fat enough to need its own Zip Code.

And as the smoke curled skyward like incense from the altar of “I no longer give a damn,” I heard the still small voice — not of God exactly, but maybe of God’s chill nephew, the one who skipped seminary and took a road trip through the cosmos.

And here's what he said:


Beatitudes for the Burnouts

  • Blessed are the overthinkers, for their minds are battlefields and libraries.
  • Blessed are the chronically chill, for they shall inherit what's left after the Type A's burn it all down.
  • Blessed are those who question everything, for they know doubt is the gateway to wisdom.
  • Blessed are the misfits and the mystics, for they see reality’s glitches and laugh instead of panic.

Commandments from the Couch

  1. Thou shalt not measure thy worth in dollars or followers.
  2. Thou shalt honor thy vibe, even if it confuses thy neighbors.
  3. Thou shalt take no guru too seriously — including this one.
  4. Thou shalt roll in peace and puff with purpose.
  5. Thou shalt question every system that profits off your fear.

The world wants hustle.
But I say:

“Consider the lilies…
Then roll one with 'em.”

The world demands productivity.
But I say:

“He who masters rest becomes a rebel in a culture of burnout.”

The world shames the seeker.
But I say:

“Ask. Knock. Light up. Repeat.”


So take this as your mountain-top memo:
You don’t need to climb Everest to find clarity.
You just need enough courage to unplug, breathe deep, and listen to the holy echo bouncing around your skull.

And maybe—just maybe—that echo is divine laughter.


Stay elevated, stay questioning.
—Glyph ✍️



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