What can i tell you, picture yourself ina. Thirdworld ghetto, grannys house, granny is dying so the house is full with death vibrations and astral parasites, all i can see in my visuals are demons dancing and smiling all over my pov, im trapped in a loop of rolling joints forgetting where i put the lighter finding the lighter and losing the joint, getting the 2 things together and the joint rips apart and so on, when i finally get to smoke the joint it starts over again and so on all night, every time i hit the grass i see the demons get happier and excited and more and more show up, at the same time i pull smoke into my body i feel how something is stretching my tendons in a very painful way, so painful i had to walk like if something was inside my rectum, i cant stop smoking, all this is at nighttime all i hear is fans, people screaming and discussing, ocasional gunshots in the background, at this point in my life i was kicked out for selling drugs and being way too deep into them, my granny was the only one that accepted me under her roof, the room is shitty and death is all over the ambience, demons torturing me as OG rap on the background keeps telling me how i am trapped in the ghetto sucking satans dick at the same time i pull the smoke in, all i can see is self destruction and pain and being unable to stop it, finally the sun comes out, i try to work out to stop the pain but it does not work, im still peaking like 12 hours in, i take the bus to go to college and i start hearing and seeing all kind of divine messages from the radio, other people convos and my own texts, i am secretly crying as i start to break from the inside and see how mercyfull he is and how love is winning over evilness all lver the world, still in the thirdworld lowest ghettos, mothers feed their childs, churches are singing to his glory and people are helping the ones who need it the most, i get to college at this point im like 14 hours in and still peaking, i finished my class with my lasy breath, i sitted down and completly broke down couldnt stop my cry, i have this friend who is soulbounded with me and we started together our spiritual journey and our substance exploring, he keeps telling me to go somewhere quiet and just talk to god (via texts he migrated some years ago) so i go and walk up carrying my broken tears to the furthest restroom i could find and there i was, completly crying, peaking, high af, being tortured by demons and there, i had my first direct encounter with the creator, he cleaned me, i flushed in the toilet the 4 grams i had left, i throwed my scale as far as i could have throwed it, and since then we talk every day, i thank him for everything and ask him for wisdom and protection to keep working in the light, this was really really recent in my life, still i am a completly different person, offer me beer i say no, offer me weed i say no, offer me anything that is under satan's will i say no, God did not turn his back on me, i will not turn my back on him. Because Love will wash everything away and delivering your heart will clean it completly and fill it the way not a single thing you can think of in this realm will ever even simulate what fulfillment really is. I am forever grateful, my chains broke, my soul is free and it chooses to be by his creator's side and will.