I tried marijuana when I was a teen. I have not since that time because of my personal experience. I do not look down upon anyone who chooses to use it other than to hope your tail doesn't get busted.
Here's what happened to me. The first time I smoked that stuff, I had been drinking and got sober, which disappointed me because at that time I was pretty bad about abusing alcohol. The same thing happened the SECOND time and I began, quite counter to the culture of the time to verbally and publicly say that marijuana was a lot of hooey, shall we say. This brought on the fans of the weed who began a campaign to indoctrinate me.
I was instructed as to HOW to smoke it for the "best" effect.
This took place in a field off of Broad Street near Burger King in Falls Church, Virginia.
Everyone in the large circle was singing the praise of the green herb and I began to poke fun at them. Then, someone decided that it was time for us to get some food at Burger King, so I stood up, and kept standing to the point that I was now looking down on my own body somehow. I was not then walking in fellowship with the Lord, but I had the sense to recognize that I had gone to some other spiritual place...a very EVIL spiritual place and fear gripped my very being.
A friend who was scary anyway came over and said, "Hey, BOAT (his nickname for me) Now you're one of us!" His voice came out of my chest somehow. Several people came up and said comforting things to me like, "Hey man, it's all in your MIND!"
I began to think that if THEY could see it, then something really WAS wrong with me. That entire night when I'd step hard, I'd come up out of my body, so I began to walk rather strangely. In my spirit I made a promise to God Amighty that I have kept to this day, "Lord, if You'll get me out of this, I will never do this again!"
There were several scary manifestations of a spiritual nature. I saw the face of evil. I knew and recognized that I was under the influence of evil and in a strange way, having experience evil, I was convinced all the more that there has to be GOOD.
My parents were God-loving, born again, Spirit-filled believers in Jesus of Nazareth and when I walked into the room where they were, the Spirit of God in them, vanquished the evil that was hindering me. But when I walked upstairs, I relived the entire night, from the time I stood up, to the time I laid my head on the bed.
Years later when I smelled the pungent weed, I'd literally get nausiated.
I have stayed true to my promise to God. The presence of that stuff offends me, so do not come into my presence with it, is all I ask. I understand if you need to go somewhere and use it. Well, I don't understand it, but I can tolerate it. It's up to you.
Just wanted to clarify that. I know there are proponents of all types for this stuff, but it is just not for me. Don't dare set foot in my vehicle or my space with it or you'll be walking. I will respect you to the degree that you respect me. I love everyone, okay?
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