The spirit says "grow more dope".
The spirit says "have a fucking good time".
I'm no expert on spiritual matters but I feel an obligation to put down here what I have experienced, as ultimately this subject is of the utmost importance.

When the spirit overtakes you then you will fucking know about it. Before I went to gaol I had never experienced it and I didn't believe all this spirit, religious and psychic stuff. But, fuck me, I sure did experience it in gaol and I've been experiencing it ever since. It is good and helps you to lead a more meaningful life. This is what this book is all about.

There is so much more out there than just the everyday bullshit existence of work, wife and worry.

My whole gaol experience was filled with weird shit. Right from those very first hours when they had me locked in a cell at Kyogle Police Station when I just lay down on the mattress and closed my eyes and thought "Fuck, what a release".

SOME OF THE WEIRD SHIT:
I was in a cell at Grafton and also at Long Bay with a bloke who claimed to be a white witch (warlock), and a reincarnated Egyptian pharoab­Now some of the weird shit that this guy did really scared the fuck out of me. In fact once, when he was laying a curse on another prisoner, he scared my astral body clean out of my skin which was the first time I had ever experienced this quite unusual sensation. Another time he had drawn a life size Egyptian Pharoah on our cell wall with coloured chalk and I will never forget the eerie sensation when I walked into my cell one night at lock up to find a dead body with blood everywhere and this colourful pharaoh standing guard over him. This guy really believed himself and I couldn't fault him. I believed him.

Right through my gaol experience I also came across people that were the spitting images of all my mates on the outside. I saw a bloke in Long Bay gaol that resembled right down to facial expressions and mannerisms my best mate, who had died exactly one year before I landed in gaol. Now that was uncanny. There were dozens of lookalikes right up to when I went to Glen Innes prison farm and came across a bloke who was the spitting image of myself. Freaky.