When I smoke weed, it feels like I’m burning in the lake of fire alone without an ear to hear your cries as you’re endlessly burning alive in a pit of utter darkness.
All the memories you’ve made people you’ve loved the fun you had only haunting you as your wailing is the only thing ever to keep you company.
Being stabbed and pierced by the glowing hot arrows and spears the fallen angels and demons lodge into the back of your throat every waking second of an endless horrific misery. Is it just a mentality? Or are we being submerged into the lower levels of existence where our souls are doomed to spend eternity in agony?
As if we’re already there and just waiting for this fleshly vessel to take its final breath, so the spirit and soul are united to suffer without escape? That exorcist is looking, people, you saw.
Why would they have been there if it wasn’t real? If your energy slipped from this reality into the plane of existence, it shares vibrations with why wasn’t it rainbows and bunnies.
Whether or not that place is real and I’m betting it is. Being alive with breath in our lungs there’s still a chance we could avoid it, the opposite must exist, and we’re here to take that journey, stay strong and keep your faith, please stay away from weed.