RTP finds Jesus, tells him, "Stay Outta My Stash!"

[RTP2003]

This is a true story that happened a few years ago.  It's kind of embarrassing, but I told somebody I would post it, so here goes.....

I was a Christian for about three days.  I had been up for close to a week, shooting speedballs and smoking freebase, when I had to go to this guy's house to pay him for some body work he had done on a classic car I was restoring.  I didn't know it beforehand, but the guy turned out to be an evangelical christian.  I was pretty whacked from cocaine psychosis and lack of sleep, and ended up praying with him and accepting Jesus into my life.

After that, I would pray before shooting up smack, asking god to bless my needle and spoon, and say stuff like "Praise Jesus" or "Amen! Halleluia!" while I was enjoying the rush.  I would read the pocket-size bible the guy gave me while I was waiting to score more dope.  I blessed my freebase pipe, too.

A couple of days of this, and I finally got some sleep.  I woke up, fixed, and felt kind of ridiculous about the whole thing---after all, shooting smack with Jesus wasn't any better than shooting smack without him.  In fact, it was worse.  Not from guilt or anything, but all that damn praying wasted valuable time that could have been spent indulging in the Golden Dream of The Heroin Dragon.  Plus, I felt like I was selling out my old buddy Satan, who was actually pretty cool to party with.....

I look back at this as one of those psychotic, drug-induced episodes that I have put behind me, like going out into the field behind my house at 4AM and shooting my mini-14 or my SKS at stuff that wasn't there the next day went I went to look at it.   I'm still kind of embarrassed by it, most of my friends have no idea about it, and I just write it off as a really fucked up cocaine binge.  Glad that shit's over with.

[Ruth Ann Newton]

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[PerfectStraightling]

On 2005-02-11 13:03:00, RTP2003 wrote:

"I was pretty whacked from cocaine psychosis and lack of sleep, and ended up praying with him and accepting Jesus into my life."

 :rofl:  :rofl:  :rofl:

Well if a little cocaine psychosis brings Jesus into your life, then it must be good, right?  :grin:

[ehm]

Hmm. It reminds me of the song, "Jesus Shootin' Heroin" by The Flaming Lips:

Well, I never really understood religions,
Except it seems a good reason to kill.
Everybody?s got their own conceptions,
And you know, they always will.
These days are needles under my skin.
Jesus shootin? heroin.

If there are priests at your party,
And you?re playing cards that are numbered,
And you got no reason to think it,
Until your chances are uncovered.
Tell me that I got to believe in,
Jesus shootin? heroin.

The police in new york city,
Chased a boy, right through the park.
In a case of mistaken identities,
They put a bullet through his heart.

I met mary, on the corner with the streetlights.
She asked me if I?d come up to her room.
I told her that I didn?t have no money.
She said she had to leave pretty soon.
I decided that I would go in.
Jesus shootin? heroin.

[Anonymous]

WHY?

We rode into town the other day, just me and my Daddy.
He said I'd finally reached that age,
and I could ride next to him on a horse that of course was not quite as wide
We heard a crowd of people shouting
and so we stopped to find out why
There was that man that my dad said he loved,
but today there was fear in his eyes

So I said Daddy why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?
I bet that crown hurts him more than he shows Daddy please can't you do something?
He looks as though he's going to cry
You said he was stronger than all of those guys-Daddy please tell me why,
why does everyone want him to die?


Later that day the sky grew cloudy
and daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy,
 boy was he right
But I could not keep from wondering if there was something he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out,
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds to a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from a cross:


And it said: Father why are they screaming.
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for my clothes?
This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows. Father please can't you do something?
I know that you must hear my cry
I thought I could handle a cross of this size, Father remind me why, why does everyone want me to die?
When will I understand why?

My precious Son, I hear them screaming.
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming but soon I will clothe you in robes of my own.
Jesus this hurts me much more than you know.
But this dark hour I must do nothing.
I've heard your unbearable cry.
The power in your blood destroys all of the lies, soon you'll see past their unmerciful eyes.
 
Look there below see the child trembling by her father's side.
Now I can tell you why,
she is why you must die.

[cat girl]

hisss!

[RTP2003]

On 2005-02-11 13:19:00, JMA wrote:

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On 2005-02-11 13:03:00, RTP2003 wrote:



"I was pretty whacked from cocaine psychosis and lack of sleep, and ended up praying with him and accepting Jesus into my life."

 :rofl:  :rofl:  :rofl:



Well if a little cocaine psychosis brings Jesus into your life, then it must be good, right?  :grin:







"

No, that's proof that cocaine is a BAD DRUG!

[Scarstruck]

Christianity is a fucking scourge