I was on probation for a year until around Febuary this year. once I was off I decided that I wanted to drink and smoke weed again. I didn't smoke or drink where it affected my everyday walk. In fact I think it brought me closer to God.
Maybe a little too close.
On Saturday March 14, 2009 I felt a little tickle in my throat and realized that I was catching whatever Ericksen had been struggling with the past week.
when I got home I took some NyQuil TM and went to bed thinking of all the obligations I had for Sunday. When I woke up I felt sick but I figured I was well enough to go tho a baby shower and a friends b day party.
I got up to take a shower, turned on the water and thought I better get high so that I can forget about being sick throughout the day. As I waited for the water to warm up, I took three hits of this new pipe I just got and started feeling it right away. Three hits is nothing to me at this point but that was all I needed to start my journey.
As I got in the shower I felt myself getting a bit dizzy and gasping for air, so I tried to get over it but the more I did the more I felt myself fading away.
I knelt down in the tub and then found myself laying back with the water from the shower hitting my thighs. little by little I started feeling like I was about to leave this world. So like anyone about to die I started talking to God, I asked for forgiveness and let Him know that I was ready to be found dead in the shower.
Then I heard God talk back to me saying "so you're ready to die?" I said yeah and immediately I was engulfed in black and pain. not a hurting pain but a tingly kinda pain as if my soul was being removed from my body. As I started telling God how much I loved him, everything paused. I felt myself clenching on to life here on earth, he then asked me " you're scared arent you?" and I said yes. I knew that I  was scared to die but really who isn't ?
There is a fear of the unknown in all of us, I laughed as God put me back in my body and then the feeling of being left behind hit me. I started crying in a terrible scream at the top of my lungs as I felt that my life here was not done. after about ten minutes of incessant crying I started to vomit and coming out of my dream.
the water was freezing but I could not warm it up because my body wouldn't let me. I finally mustered up the strength to get up and finish my shower. And decided to quit smoking...
 
The moral of this story is, get right with God cause if he decides that he wants to talk to you... He's not gonna fuck around.