Molly’s High

I first began my spiritual journey surrounded in a cloud of green smoke. A lot of folks seem to be struggling with marijuana use, finding soooo many ways to rationalize the habit. I was one of those very people until Hashem shown me beautiful mercy in the form of a terrifying dream. Allow me to share.

Preface: She spent her days chasing the fleeting feeling of being high. As her tolerance grew, she invested in more expensive strains. At this point, who knows how many thousands of dollars had accumulated toward this wicked endeavor…

What's worse, no matter how much she smoked, she could never achieve the same longed-for high she used to get when she was in college.

Fulfilling the definition of "insanity," she tried and tried in vain to achieve that same old high, knowing good and well she had a small child and a Loving Heavenly Father waiting… Waiting…

The Dream: I was on a stage, alone and feeling quite vulnerable. Everything was silent except for the echoes of my subtle movements and heavy breathing. A blinding spotlight switched on and turned downward, showing off where I stood. You could literally hear the power of the electricity buzz behind the bright light. I squinted, shaded my eyes with my hand, and looked out into the distance, trying to make out any faces in the surrounding darkness.

I slowly came to the realization of what was happening. Lord save me, for I was standing before a Heavenly Court… And what's worse–I HAD FINALLY ACHIEVED THE EVER-SOUGHT AFTER HIGH.

There I stood, high as I've ever been, fumbling through my answers and looking across the jury, squinting at Those Who Stared Me Down. My vision was blurry. I was so high I could not feel ashamed. They were shaking their heads in disappointment. The judge's gavel slammed on the desk. I woke up… end of the dream.

For those who are still having a hard time giving up the habit, please share with them my story. I desire for every soul to be spared of such horrible embarrassment. Do not chase the high, friends, for you will catch your silly high at the MOST INOPPORTUNE TIME EVER: before the Heavenly Court.

I am so thankful HaShem mercifully revealed to me my possible outcome if I were not to have changed my ways…

With blessings for all, Molly

Editor's note: Molly's dream fits the description of the soul in the Heavenly Court that many of our sages have written about, where the soul is on stage in a theater-like setting where a blinding bright light shines on it, as well as the embarrassment it feels when it finally discovers the truth. Many of those who have had NDE's (near-death experiences) have given similar descriptions as well.