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This pretty much says it all.I was a pothead for about 7 years. I smoked weed every day for about 3 years. I was not just a normal smoker. Parties, etc. I smoked. That’s what I did. Everybody I knew smoked. Strangers I met in the street smoked. I smoked in the street. I smoked at work. Home. I was high…always. Not off no stress weed neither. I smoked that good Santa Fe, NM bud. I smoked that straight from mexico sticky green brick when I was cheap. I smoked that homegrown goodness. I’ve smoked that for real blueberry, I mean, the bud was BLUE. Dark blue. I smoked that REAL purple, forget what New York has. New York is garbage. I smoked that Indian weed. I’ve smoked an ounce in a day, to the head, before. 4 blunts in a day was an average thing, and that was really moderation. These weren’t small blunts neither. I’ve smoked that Cali bud. The “cat piss”. So potent, when you smoke it the room smells like cat piss. I smoked bud so strong, you could have it rolled up, sealed up, in the baggy, and put on the table 5 feet away from me and the pungent odor was still in my nose like I was sniffing the bud right to my face. I mean, so potent, you couldn’t even inhale it without choking (and that’s from someone who smoked weed CONSTANTLY, it was that strong).
My point is, I think this makes me an authority on marijuana. I’ve smoked it, grown it, sold it, philosophized about it…hell I made it into an idol and a false god.
The whole time I was smoking, first I went up…then I went down. I had lots and lots and lots of friends. ALWAYS knew where the party was at. Knew lots of girls. Lived in my own apartment. In a beautiful city in the desert mountains, in the best part of town. Yet the whole time something was missing. God. Not God…Jesus. I believed in God. I spent lots of time trying to to find God. I thought I had a pretty good understanding (I was completely delusional with my theories).
When I decided to pray to Jesus that he forgive me and come into my life, with the prompting of a minister who broke me down one day. After that, I couldn’t smoke marijuana anymore. In my mind nothing had changed. I was still gonna get high. I wasn’t changing that fact. I loved the weed. I still love weed. God made it. However, in this day and age, it’s not something good. When I started on my path to giving my life to Jesus, I could not smoke weed anymore. I wanted to. I would try. Everytime I’d get high though, I’d hear the devil laughing in my head. People would give me bud with PCP/formaldahyde/drycleaning fluid in it. When it came to smoking I was a pro. I didn’t get paranoid. I used to smoke blunts walking down the street going home from work. I’ve smoked weed right in the middle of a city plaza. So much potent weed that I would listen to music and stare at the walls in my empty apartment when I first moved in. That whole first winter, all I did was get so high that I didn’t even know where I was anymore. Like I said, on ounce in a day, by myself. Thats like 5 big blunts I smoked. I never got scared smoking weed. Gave my life to Jesus hands, suddenly I get paranoid everytime I smoke marijuana. That’s like someone who smokes a pack of cigarettes of day, having trouble inhaling a marlboro. It doesn’t happen. I used to go to a friends house, smoke their weed all day, come home and smoke my weed until the bag was gone. Just bowl after bowl, joint after joint. It took two blunts to the face just to get me high sometimes.
With God’s help I haven’t smoked marijauna or drank alcohol in 11 months.
You know what your saying in this post?
“I know smoking weed is wrong, but can you rationalize it for me so I can still do it”.
Now I have a friend who believes in Jesus and considers himself a christian. He’s a really nice guy, but he doesn’t go to church or anything. He smokes herb every day. He’s 37 years old. I love him though, he’s a good dude. He’s not catholic. If you wanna live the true gospel, you have to be catholic. You already know this I assume, that’s why your on the catholic site. You can’t smoke marijuana. Even in moderation.
Next time don’t post a message on this board, ask your priest. You were probably too scared to ask your priest though. Cause you know very well what he would say. Come on. Can you imagine Jesus and the apostles getting high? Were they passing around herb rolled up in papyrus leaves at the last supper? Man hell no.
Now, whether or not it’s mortal or venial I can’t say.
Nathan thanks for the great post.