Hello all who read this,
Submitted herein is my introduction essay.
In my expierences with spice I have learned that,
The things you see, will stay with you, everyday, just about every waking moment, you will wind up sitting there pondering, what it was, where it is, and what is going on. Never have I or will I ever sacrifice myself to spice looking for answers to any of my life's questions. It doesnt work like that. I respect the spice I do not fear the spice. I embrace what it gives me. It hands it over freely, the difficult part comes when you are back in your body asking what just happened. I am left wondering, what exactly is it. I don't think anyone of us knows.
Man can put a label on it, but I don't think anyone actually understands what it is. I don't think its meant to be understood. I know this to be true, you can not un-see things once you have broken through. It becomes a part of you, you will not be the same after breaking through.
I often find myself waking up and smiling as a single tear drops down my cheek, Holding my gvg and saying thank you. I find it feels like my soul has be somehow cleansed, dusted off and placed back inside of me. Spice is something I have much respect for, and in turn I feel it returns this respect by allowing me in, playing wonderful undescribable music for me thruout my travels, and showing me things and greeting me, allowing me to view what it shows me.
Thank you spice.
Thank you.