I have weed, I have a bong, I even have a lighter. I want to smoke weed, but I cant, because the lighter right next to me is white. There's a local superstition about white lighters. They are believed to bring bad luck to people who use them to smoke weed. The bad luck comes in the form of getting pulled over by the police.
People constantly make thought forms with their minds. Thought forms can be similar to entities, but they can also be more formless. Enough teens in my town believed in the superstition sincerely enough to turn an idea into reality. That is why I refuse to use the white lighter right next to me. If I were to use it, I would receive it's curse.
People constantly make thought forms with their minds. Thought forms can be similar to entities, but they can also be more formless. Enough teens in my town believed in the superstition sincerely enough to turn an idea into reality. That is why I refuse to use the white lighter right next to me. If I were to use it, I would receive it's curse.
