I write to you know as I have a story to tell, some may have heard half this, others have not. The Pharaohs, an evil entity, one of the many gods that govern us when we see the other world, through the herb. The Pharaoh, is different. He grasp on to a lonely stoner, taking over their life and every aspect of it! He makes bad things happen to you, and is always watching. I have been under the grasp of the Pharaoh since I was in my middle teens, he ruined my life, and I had to reach his gates every night. To reach his gates? Smoke seven bowls and the task will be complete, the pipe is the boat on the river of life. The stages of stoned mark the trials to the promised land, the weed and pipe is the vessel there. So the Pharaoh would task me to cross the dark chasm of faith in the road, at night in the dark. It was terrifying, the very beasts that live in ones head all came to life before you. The Pharaoh had me...
Then, one day when I decided to consume a weed brownie, a new weed god appeared, not one, not two, but three. They were the native american gods of weed, one name Kunukshuk, one named Ogrilongruk, and one named Sasoogen. These gods came before me and trained me as their warrior. I trained by consuming their mystic brownies, hallucinating from their affect on me. I eventually was led into the final battle, by consuming a large does of brownies, I broke the chains that held me to the Pharaoh, and those of others, the Pharaoh dissolved, but said he would be back. The native american gods were pleased. They fixed my life and just last week, I was appointed grand chief warrior, fighter of the light.
So that is my story, please, enjoy. I will update you guys if the Pharaoh returns.