Too Much Pot.
Hi. It seems like everyone starts out here by saying, "I don't know if this is an NDE or not, but here goes." I think I am going to start out by saying, don't think I am a freaky drugged-out psycho who has no grip on reality. I am a normal kid who has a really loving family and good friends who are sometimes jerks. I have a deep underlying faith in God and Jesus Christ, but recently have been ignoring the things that I know in my heart to be right. Just for fun.The other night I was hanging out with my closest friends and we started smoking pot. It was really strong, but I have smoked pot at least 5 times before. Well, I started to be distracted by the feel of energy around me, and as I began to concentrate on myself (in particular the energy I was feeling from my body in itself), I began to feel voices -- thousands of tiny voices inside my skin, that made up my skin. Realizing that this was a really important thing to remember, and somehow thinking I would forget, different consciousnesses began to seemingly tell me to write down something to help me remember. I did, but I kept remembering things that these "subconsciousnesses" were saying -- they were constantly talking about things that I would increasingly remember as they went on.
This is starting to sound nuts, but as they were talking (and they were so excited that I was being aware of them) I began to see the whole scheme of life -- a huge tapestry in which choices, even on a molecular level, change the course of a life, and that every choice creates a whole different reality, but that every reality can change by any tiny choice.
This sounds like a preconceived notion just being magnified, and maybe it was. But, the understanding I received was phenomenal. For hours I could comprehend why life is, and what happens when you lose your chance.
Why I am telling this to you is that, as I realized why we are here on the earth, I saw in a flash the choices I was making in my life would lead to my death (by this time, I was completely in a subconscious world and anything on a "real" plane of existence wasn't registering) and at that point I could understand the meaning of a lost soul. I was at the edge of a huge precipice at the edge of reality and of death. I looked behind me and saw blackness and the pain that can only be described as a thousand knives and saws cutting my burning soul (although that really doesn't even touch the surface) and in front of me, I saw reality -- my friends shaking me and yelling at me, but around me I saw those spirits that were a part of me, and felt the presence of God. I could feel myself falling, all this time understanding the great mistakes I had made with my life...
In desperation, I began to plead with the Lord to let me have another chance. I told him I would make any decision differenty this time, just as long as I got another chance. I began to feel helpless, like there was no way to change my actions at this point. Yet, I felt a pause in this circular whirlwind down into the depths of death and with that I physically stepped back into my body, into consciousness and started praying.
Other things happened that night that I chock up to the rest of a really bad trip. But I know for a fact that my experience was real. I don't know how to describe it, and humans are so fond of putting names on things. I didn't see a big tunnel of light, but I did get a chance to live and although it might not be a NDE, I appreciate my life more, and I am afraid of messing up my chance to fulfill my mission on the earth.
WA
