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Report: Meth Is Part of Everyday Life in North Korea.

North Korea’s government has reportedly gone out of the drug business, but savvy — or desperate — entrepreneurs are finding a ready market for methamphetamine both inside the country and around the globe.

Homemade meth from North Korea, known as “orum” or “ice,” has been found in 16 drug arrests in China since 2008 in quantities of up to 22 pounds, Harvard University researcher Sheena Chestnut Greitens told the Los Angeles Times.

“Meth is a product you can make in bathtubs or trailers. You have a wide range of people involved in production and trafficking,” Greitens said.

Because there’s so little stigma attached to its use in North Korea — people take it to treat colds, boost energy, keep them awake for work, or curb appetites in a country where food is scarce — methamphetamine is offered up as casually as a cup of tea, the newspaper reported.

“If you go to somebody’s house, it is a polite way to greet somebody by offering them a sniff,” Lee Saera, 43, of Hoeryong and interviewed in China, told the Times. “It is like drinking coffee when you’re sleepy, but ice is so much better.”

Government drug manufacturing operations ceased after 1999, and with analgesics hard to come by, North Korea has been relatively easy about homemade drugs and their use, the newspaper reported.

Park Kyung Ok, 44, also interviewed in China by the Times, said she became a meth dealer after a North Korean coal mine where she worked stopped paying salaries.

Buying grams of meth in Chongjin and selling it in her nearby hometown of Hoeryong, she told the Times she earned “just enough money that I could buy rice to eat and coal for heating.”

It’s also tailor-made for dealers who cook the drug in kitchen labs, “Breaking Bad”-style, then sell it to be exported by smugglers, the Times reported.

Late last year, five alleged drug smugglers were extradited from Thailand to the United States to face charges of smuggling 220 pounds of crystal meth. They told a federal court in New York last month that the drug originated in North Korea, the Times said.

When the North Korean government controlled the business, the drugs were strictly for export, the Times reported. But since individuals took over the business, meth began showing up on the streets in North Korea around 2005. The drug came from Hamhung, the onetime center of the nation’s pharmaceutical and chemical industry, the Times reported.

“North Korean people learn fast to reuse their skills,” Kim Yong Chol, 58, a truck driver who fled North Korea in August, told the newspaper.

It is unclear how serious the North Korean government is about cracking down on the drug trade, the Times reported.

“If you are caught once or twice, with only a small amount like me, you can get away with it if you have connections. But a third time, you will be in real trouble,” Park told the Times. “I was doing bad things because everybody else was doing bad things.”

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By Cathy Burke

Thai police seize methamphetamine pills haul worth $6m.

Thai policemen guard bags of methamphetamine pillsThe Golden Triangle has seen a surge in methamphetamine in the past decade

Police in Thailand say they have seized methamphetamine pills worth almost $6m (4.5m euros, £3.8m) thought to be en route to the capital Bangkok.

The haul of nearly one million pills was discovered at a checkpoint in northern Chiang Rai province in the Golden Triangle region.

Packs of the drug, also known as crystal meth, were hidden in the roof of a pick-up truck.

The Golden Triangle is notorious for drug smuggling, particularly of opium.

Deputy provincial police chief Virat Sumanaphan told AFP news agency that the seized drugs had an estimated value of up to $6 (4.50 euros, £3.8) per pill.

Three men and a woman, all from neighbouring Chiang Mai province, were arrested on suspicion of drug smuggling.

Source: NEWS ASIA.

Michelle’s Recovery Story.

Christian Testimony About Freedom from Meth Addiction.

Jesus set me free from meth. He is alive and will never turn his back on his sheep, even when we have gone astray and are lost. This is my recovery story.

Strange Behavior

I had been addicted to meth for 20 years, lost custody of three of my children, and tried quitting on my own way too many times. Two years ago, I noticed I was beginning to behave strangely. I started to think of God when I was high. It became my obsession. I would stay up for nights just reading the Holy Bible for hours at a time and doing online research to learn everything I could about Jesus and recovery.

I would experience an overbearing desire to attend church while I was using. I upset my boyfriend when doing this, as he felt I was dishonoring God or being a hypocrite. It wasn’t that I purposely wanted to do these things; there was something moving me to do this.

Soon after I found a church, started healing, growing, and understanding more clearly. I began moving slowly away from the drug. One day I received the Holy Ghost and was speaking in tongues.

Never Give Up

For the next two years God was moving in my life and working in me like never before. I noticed the blessings and healing in my life. When I prayed, he would answer. I was still backsliding and occasionally using, but I never gave up on God.

I would pray for recovery constantly. I would break down in tears right after I would take that first hit, telling God out loud how sorry I was and how helpless I felt over this drug. I would beg him to please free me from this hell I was living and break the bondage Satan had over me.

Final Blow

One night after hooking up and being up for several days, I was tired, sick, and in despair. I sat outside in the dark of night with a pipe in one hand and a bag of dope in the other. I looked up into the black sky, thinking how this lifestyle was slowly destroying my soul. I had no doubt in my mind that I was about to experience a final blow that might very well be my death if I didn’t stop using.

I remember saying to God, “What’s wrong with me? Am I just too good at being bad that I can’t be saved? Why am I still using? Why haven’t you helped me? I know you hear my cries and see my tears. God, I can’t do this. I give up. Lord, you need to come get me now from thispit of hell because I can’t find a way out. Please save me. You said you would never forsake me. You said ‘If I abide in you, and your words abide in me, ask whatever I wish, and it will be done for me.’ I believe in your promise.”

Set Free

After this spiritual experience I lost all cravings for meth. God broke the chains and I stopped using for two months before I became baptized.

For the next six months it was like I never knew anything about meth, and had never used it. No cravings. Not even a memory of the drug. It was a miracle from God. I experienced his joy and peace for the first time in my 36 years. It felt amazing. It was his blood on Calvary that set me free!

I realized this battle of addiction wasn’t really mine. It was God’s and he already won the victory for me when he died on the cross for my disgusting sins. His power and deliverance were always there for me, I just need to accept him and he would do the rest for me. God is so good. His grace and mercy are gifts to his children.


After eight months of sobriety, I backslid and used. It wasn’t because I was overcome bytemptation or cravings, it was my own rebellious spirit that led me to dishonor God. It was because I wanted to, period. But I was fearful and anticipated punishment for disobeying his word.

Oddly enough, it never happened. Instead, God continued to bless me. It was his grace that brought me to repent and love him more. It drew me closer to him. God used my sin to enlighten me. He taught me about self-righteousness. I had been acting in a self-righteous manner for a few months and never realized it.

I figured since I had no craving for the drug, I stopped asking God to give me his strength every day. I then relied on my good works, instead of God’s power. I assumed God was keeping me clean, but how could he have when I stopped asking him for his will to be done. Eventually, my power ceased and I fell back into living in my flesh.

My Recovery Story

Now I am three months clean. I am starting over and giving thanks to God for taking my sin and making something good from it. I feel the Holy Spirit guiding me every day. He has changed me, but he’s not finished with me yet. He will continue to reveal everything I need to know to live a godly life.

It’s not by chance you are reading this; it is the work of God, and he is calling you right now. He has a divine purpose for your life. If you have not accepted Jesus into your life, accept him in your heart and ask him to forgive you for all your sins.


My Journey to the Bottom and Back.

Meth Addiction Christian Testimony

Kathryn’s childhood was stained by an absence of love. Her alcoholic father died after a barroom fight when she was just 15. An abortion, abuse, depression, and a multitude of devastating losses led Kathryn on a lonely search for love. Unable to feel deserving, she hit the bottom, and tried to kill herself with an overdose of meth. That day God spared her, delivered her, and brought her back. Now Kathryn spends her time telling her story in hopes of reaching someone just like she once was.

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My Journey to the Bottom and Back

The following is my story—my journey from hell to everlasting life through a relationship with Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior. I write not only to heal, but maybe to reach someone whose story may be similar to mine.

My parents divorced when I was seven due to my father’s alcoholism and inability to take care of himself.

Absence of Love

I never remember hearing my father say “I love you.” That would have been fine if I had been able to feel his love, but it was absent. He was very hurt by my mother’s decision to leave him.

After the divorce, he spiraled into an alcoholic’s oblivion. In his depression and anger, he spent his time drinking and trying to find ways to hurt my mother.

The Hand of God

I remember spending the day with him once, and it never really occurred to me until I was much older what his intentions had been. He had been drinking. He loaded me and my two sisters into his car for a ride on an old farm road. He placed my youngest sister, then about five years old, onto his lap and gave her the steering wheel. He stepped down on the gas so the car sped up. While my sisters and I were terrified, he laughed. I believe in order to hurt my mother, he had planned to kill us all that day.

God had his hand on us, though, and he changed my father’s mind and carried us safely home.

From that point on, my relationships with men were forever a challenge. At nine, I was molested by a stranger who was a guest at a small motel that my mother and stepfather managed. This further damaged my perspectives on men and my image of myself.

Devastating Losses

I felt unloved by my father, and when I needed him the most, he chose not to be there. When I was 15, his choice to “be there or not” was taken away. He died after a barroom fight in which he staggered home and into bed. While he slept, he bled to death internally. His death was devastating to me, even though I didn’t know him that well. My plans to confront him someday and to reach out to him were gone. I would never know him.

In high school, I began to drink every weekend, and I looked for love from a boy. In order to be loved, I felt I had to give myself to him. That led me into a situation that ended in abortion.

My stepfather, also an alcoholic, was against the abortion and he became verbally abusive. I was called a “murderer” and a “whore.” I heard it so much that I came to believe it.

I continued to drink and started smoking pot. One night in particular, I passed out and was left by friends in a college dormitory. I awoke to being gang-raped. I never reported what happened because I actually believed that somehow I caused it.

Undeserving of Love

I felt that I didn’t deserve to be loved. My father didn’t love me, so how could anyone else? I became so depressed that I tried to end my life. I missed a huge portion of my senior year in high school and only graduated through a correspondence course.

I grew older and stopped drinking, but continued to smoke pot daily. I met a man and fell in love. We were married, and I began to think that my past was behind me.

I gave my life to God. I was saved and baptized, and I took it all very seriously. Soon, I began teaching Sunday School and getting involved in my church. You would think that this was the end of the story, but what comes next took me to hell.

My Journey to the Bottom

My husband wasn’t going to church with me. He wanted no part of my new found faith. I soon discovered that while I was at church, he was having an affair with one of my friends. We already had one daughter, and I was pregnant with the second when he began cheating on me. I was devastated! Our marriage of 11 years was over, and once again, I felt like I deserved it.

Depression kept me from my Lord, and soon I quit teaching Sunday school and stopped going to church. I was lost and searching for something that would make me feel better—make me forget.

I thought I found it in Meth.

I began using for recreational purposes, on the weekends. Eventually, weekends weren’t enough, and I began using every day—every hour if possible. Soon, I couldn’t live without it.

At first I was snorting it, then I began smoking it, and eventually I started using needles. I went from being secure in my Christianity to becoming a meth junkie.

At my lowest point, I called my mother and told her to come and get my girls. I couldn’t take care of them. I had hit my bottom.

I loaded a syringe with as much meth as I had, and I put it in my arm. I wanted to die. For all intents and purposes, I should have been dead.

My Journey Back

What felt like a brick slammed against the back of my head, and I fell to the floor. I don’t know how long I lay there, but God spared me. I knew that he had a plan for me, and his plan was for me to prosper and not to die. I got on my knees, and in tears I begged God to let me back in. I asked for deliverance from my addiction. I pleaded for forgiveness.

I now have 2.5 years of sobriety. My girls are back with their mother. I am back with my Savior. I’ve learned to forgive people who hurt me, and I’ve asked for their forgiveness.

I spend my time now talking to people in recovery centers, and I give my testimony over and over in hopes of helping someone like I once was.

God waits for them, just like he waited for me. He gave us free will, and I used mine in the wrong way. He has turned my mistakes into good, just as the Bible promises. I now hold onto these promises like I once held onto meth.

God delivered me. He loves me just the way I am. Before I came into existence, Jesus knew the sins I would commit and he still crawled onto that cross and died for me. After searching for true love my whole life, I have finally found it in Jesus Christ—my best friend, my Lord and my Savior.


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