Cocaine, the Devil's Stuff: What It Does to a Life.
Fundamentally, it is quite simple: we are meant to shift our focus from the emotionless ego toward the deeply feeling aspect of our soul. Life serves as a kind of testing ground for this purpose one that challenges everyone on our planet. Whether filthy rich or dirt poor, every single human being must grapple with their own consciousness.
The grave error of assuming that people with more power or money have it easier leads us to spend our entire lives heading in the wrong direction. When such a scenario does eventually unfold, there are ample examples of "instant millionaires" who just as quickly find themselves penniless again. The "test game" in this category is far more intense, as it involves a much larger number of people than it does for someone who possesses very little influence. Thus, it happens all too quickly that a person driven by the desire to impress others with their material wealth runs into trouble and ultimately loses everything. They deliberately set out to "trigger" those around them an act that, in the name of karma, inevitably backfires.
The same applies to people who inflate their egos with cocaine. They transform into emotionless rationalists who frequently manipulate their surroundings. I won't lie: initially, it served as a powerful crutch during a time when I was plagued by deep-seated psychological complexes. Yet, just a short while later, everything turned around 180 degrees, and time seemed to stand still. Those complexes began to loop endlessly and maniacally inside my head. Problems piled up, weighing ever more heavily upon my shoulders. To escape this crushing sensation, the only thing that seemed to help was once again cocaine. It was a vicious cycle that sent my self-esteem soaring one moment, only to send it crashing down the next. Eventually, I ran out of steam and was forced to accept that I had been on the wrong path all along. Yet, the journey to that realization was paved with suffering.
What my relationships had to endure during that period was, at times, truly appalling. If you lack the capacity for self-reflection in such a situation, you can easily squander twenty years of your life before you even realize it. In the end, you end up living a reclusive life, compelled to antagonize others simply because nothing else provides any gratification to your ego. You are, so to speak, ensnared in Satan’s ropes bonds that prevent you from rising, forcing you to tread water and trade away your precious lifetime in exchange for that white powder.
It is precisely these traits clinging to complexes rooted in envy, being ready to pick a full-blown fight at any minute, and adapting perfectly to the consumerist behaviors of the system—that place consumers at the very center of our society. Why else would we see such excessive evidence of consumerism emerging from the Bundestag? Or take my own experience: I know several long time dealers and users who believe they are evading the watchful eye of the law, even though it has become such an open secret that "the sparrows are already chirping it from the rooftops."
Don't you ever ask yourselves why alcohol and cocaine are not perceived as problems for society, while with cannabis, everyone screams about psychosis and demonizes the plant? For therein lies the true enemy of the system. Cannabis opens you up to your own complexes and forces you to reflect on how you interact with your fellow human beings. Cannabis users are not quarrelsome; on the contrary, they tend to be solution-oriented in their approach to life.
What a horror people who actually look out for themselves and for others! ツ゚
#marcrebillet offers a great illustration of what cannabis actually does to a person. Of course, there are certainly users who exhibit the exact opposite behaviors; yet the drug itself is not the culprit it merely serves as an excuse to avoid having to ask oneself what is truly wrong. While alcohol and cocaine destroy and numb, cannabis uncovers the truth.