The origin of The Owner (Chapter 10 excerpt (C) 2020 ) The House of Baghkk-ooze


Years ago The Owner escaped a drug raid by jumping into an abandoned sewage drain. While being in the darkness, and surrounded raw sewage, The Owner made a deal with  God and the devil. His prayers were answered when he came to see a bright light at the  end of a tunnel.

At the end of the bright light he discovered a hybrid wild growing Marijuana plant.
This plant was the results of numerous drugs being flushed down the drain mixed with human waste.

 Shortly thereafter, he would sell this hybrid on the streets.
 It didn't take long for the authorities to catch up with The Owner. While trying to
 save his best friend Heath, The Owner turned himself in to the authorities.

After serving around ten years in a Louisiana state prison, he was released to his  friend Heath and a former junkie (Felicia). While The Owner was locked away, Heath was able to reproduce the hybrid marijuana for medicinal purposes, similar to CBD.
They made millions of dollars. There was only one stipulation The Owner had to adhere to, in order to be a free man. The Owner had to open up a rehab facility.
 Thus The House of Bachuss was created.

Below is an excerpt from a briefing that The Owner went through prior to
The House of Bacchus.

 “You wondered if we had answers in ourselves. Answers we could find after we
got through the  tricks of the mind. “...but we were more comfortably accustomed to taking things from the outside to fill our insides,” that’s what Heath explained to me, in one of my many briefings. He’d use the examples of dopamine being created in our brain. Then the drugs taken would cause the brain not to produce dopamine anymore.
 Told me that’s how people become addicted,  “But you already know all of this, ..."

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