InI have risen from the dead...
So I woke up at eight. Went and boild my coffey and yes I drink alot of coffey. See I love the feeling that you get when you drink it, especially when you haven't ate, because then you could feel a sting in your belly. I love to feel alive :)... Then I went and turned on my Youtube, that is the best DJ. Because I have listened to so much music that it automatically plays very nice music :). Jamaican music a di best :)... Oh every morning I raise and stare at the sun, I know it is a blessing, so I lift my hands as far as I can...
2004 I died, the third of September at like 10pm... I was giving my bestest friend a lift on a bike. We where going to town to go clubbing. I had called all the men that we knew, so the party was going to be nice. I don't know how honest I should be about this. Hmm.
The truth have to speak so; During that period I was king. I had just finished upper highschool and turned 19 years old. That summer I went to Korfu in Greece, with somebody who call herself my sister. See I was using Amfetamin every day, but just a little bit, so it was like having a cup of coffey.. Haa I even smuggled it to Grece :P.. I was very active and had just went to town and bought new glittery jeans, fake eyelashes and I put on my black top that had sparkles around the neck. I sat and applied my make up, usually for 40 minutes, so I did it good. Snorted Amfetamin and put on my light pink flipflops. Then I took the bike to my best friend who lived like half an hour away.
I remember feeling like a King, riding the bike felt so good. At Malinas we started to drink and we painted pictures. I painted Space and us standing on our own planets. Then I took some more and we went outside, only to see my bike stolen. So she told me a no problem, we could take mine. But then I told her that I wanted to give her a lift, since it was her bike. When we was almost in town, we stopped at a shop and withdrew money. Then we drove over the road and started to ride to town. I saw how cars where standing parked and all of a sudden I started to fly. I remember thinking, this is not going to end well and as I was dropping down toward the pavement I remembered what we learned in school. That painting and arts are located on the left side of the brain, so I put up my arms to protect it. Then I hit the pavement and died. Eyewitnesses say that I must have flown ten meters in the air. My friend who got hit first falled down on the sidewalk and broke her legg. I had angels watching over me, because the hospital is located on the otherside of town and if the ambulance would have drown from there they would have found the other three girls she also hit. But one ambulans had just tanked and where closest to us. When they arrived at the scene they found my friend screaming but I was dead so I didn't sound anyway. So they decided to take me first. When we got at the hospital I remember looking at the celing, then the evil doctors drilled a hole in my head, that they first shaved. They cut up my clothes and took a knife and cut open my belly. That they did completely waisting their time, because I did not have internal bleedings. So now I'm left with a big as scar. I had just broken my hipbone. Then they cut my throught to give me oxygen and put me in a respirator. Me however,I walked toward the light... I flew through a tunnel or it felt like it but it was see through, so I saw all space. I was drawn toward the light because I knew I belonged there. When I entered it I found an energy in the middle. It was great and consisted of every colour but they where very light shades, because it was pure energy and love. I didn't have no body but I was a pure soul. If anyone of you has taken Ecstasy you understand the feeling but you didn't get no sweating or bad emotions you get when you take the pill. ”He” spoke to me, not by using words but his thoughts came directly to mine.. He asked me what I have done in my life, I thought; oh nothing really but then he made me remember every minute and second of my 19year old life. "in like ten minutes". I also noticed how I made everybody else feel so when that was done I "said" that wasn't good, it was not. Then he showed me what was happening on this earth. All the evilness humans are doing.. And he told me I have to go back! I didn't want that because everything was perfect there but I had no choice. I woke up on earth again, after three weeks. Then I did not know anything. I didn't even understand I was back on earth. I automatically did plenty of situps, so I got abs. I pulled out the tubes they had put in my nose and that was very uncomfortable, because they where deep down and had like a stop that was bigger on the end. Then I had to fight back to live a life. I was trying to die again so I rolled out of the bed so they put pillows around me, so I wouldn't hurt myself. They also tied my hands so I couldn't pull out the oxygen. They drilled a hole in my belly they put in a plastic tube they fed me through. I could not speak but I understood everything. The first thing I said was shut the fuck up, to my little brother. Then everybody said that Eleonor is still here.. Every day I was at the gym, at first they just put me on a bunk that they tied me to and then they leaned that up, so I would stand. See I was laying down all the time. They had a pool in there that I also could exersise in. I was in that rehab place for 12 months.
In August I and two of my best friends went to the Reggae Festival in Uppsala. This was 2005. Then I SAW Sizzla, so I bought Black Woman and Child and I saw how happy everybody at the festival was. I liked the music so I thought that Reggae must be for me. Since then I have almost been obsessed with Reggae and Jamaica. I could talk forever about Jamaica but I'll leave it like this and go for another nicotine patch and coffey :P.. Bless bless
Good Night Praise Rastafari
2004 I died, the third of September at like 10pm... I was giving my bestest friend a lift on a bike. We where going to town to go clubbing. I had called all the men that we knew, so the party was going to be nice. I don't know how honest I should be about this. Hmm.
The truth have to speak so; During that period I was king. I had just finished upper highschool and turned 19 years old. That summer I went to Korfu in Greece, with somebody who call herself my sister. See I was using Amfetamin every day, but just a little bit, so it was like having a cup of coffey.. Haa I even smuggled it to Grece :P.. I was very active and had just went to town and bought new glittery jeans, fake eyelashes and I put on my black top that had sparkles around the neck. I sat and applied my make up, usually for 40 minutes, so I did it good. Snorted Amfetamin and put on my light pink flipflops. Then I took the bike to my best friend who lived like half an hour away.
I remember feeling like a King, riding the bike felt so good. At Malinas we started to drink and we painted pictures. I painted Space and us standing on our own planets. Then I took some more and we went outside, only to see my bike stolen. So she told me a no problem, we could take mine. But then I told her that I wanted to give her a lift, since it was her bike. When we was almost in town, we stopped at a shop and withdrew money. Then we drove over the road and started to ride to town. I saw how cars where standing parked and all of a sudden I started to fly. I remember thinking, this is not going to end well and as I was dropping down toward the pavement I remembered what we learned in school. That painting and arts are located on the left side of the brain, so I put up my arms to protect it. Then I hit the pavement and died. Eyewitnesses say that I must have flown ten meters in the air. My friend who got hit first falled down on the sidewalk and broke her legg. I had angels watching over me, because the hospital is located on the otherside of town and if the ambulance would have drown from there they would have found the other three girls she also hit. But one ambulans had just tanked and where closest to us. When they arrived at the scene they found my friend screaming but I was dead so I didn't sound anyway. So they decided to take me first. When we got at the hospital I remember looking at the celing, then the evil doctors drilled a hole in my head, that they first shaved. They cut up my clothes and took a knife and cut open my belly. That they did completely waisting their time, because I did not have internal bleedings. So now I'm left with a big as scar. I had just broken my hipbone. Then they cut my throught to give me oxygen and put me in a respirator. Me however,I walked toward the light... I flew through a tunnel or it felt like it but it was see through, so I saw all space. I was drawn toward the light because I knew I belonged there. When I entered it I found an energy in the middle. It was great and consisted of every colour but they where very light shades, because it was pure energy and love. I didn't have no body but I was a pure soul. If anyone of you has taken Ecstasy you understand the feeling but you didn't get no sweating or bad emotions you get when you take the pill. ”He” spoke to me, not by using words but his thoughts came directly to mine.. He asked me what I have done in my life, I thought; oh nothing really but then he made me remember every minute and second of my 19year old life. "in like ten minutes". I also noticed how I made everybody else feel so when that was done I "said" that wasn't good, it was not. Then he showed me what was happening on this earth. All the evilness humans are doing.. And he told me I have to go back! I didn't want that because everything was perfect there but I had no choice. I woke up on earth again, after three weeks. Then I did not know anything. I didn't even understand I was back on earth. I automatically did plenty of situps, so I got abs. I pulled out the tubes they had put in my nose and that was very uncomfortable, because they where deep down and had like a stop that was bigger on the end. Then I had to fight back to live a life. I was trying to die again so I rolled out of the bed so they put pillows around me, so I wouldn't hurt myself. They also tied my hands so I couldn't pull out the oxygen. They drilled a hole in my belly they put in a plastic tube they fed me through. I could not speak but I understood everything. The first thing I said was shut the fuck up, to my little brother. Then everybody said that Eleonor is still here.. Every day I was at the gym, at first they just put me on a bunk that they tied me to and then they leaned that up, so I would stand. See I was laying down all the time. They had a pool in there that I also could exersise in. I was in that rehab place for 12 months.
In August I and two of my best friends went to the Reggae Festival in Uppsala. This was 2005. Then I SAW Sizzla, so I bought Black Woman and Child and I saw how happy everybody at the festival was. I liked the music so I thought that Reggae must be for me. Since then I have almost been obsessed with Reggae and Jamaica. I could talk forever about Jamaica but I'll leave it like this and go for another nicotine patch and coffey :P.. Bless bless
Good Night Praise Rastafari
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