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I&#x27;d never had any experiences with psychedelics that widened my perception before the night in question. Unlike Huxley with mescaline, it took some doing before my doors of perception would be opened, and it wasn&#x27;t cacti that did it for me, it was the synthesis of cereal grain mold we call d-Lysergic Acid Diethylmide, or LSD (an abbreviation of the german spelling). I&#x27;d been taking Acid awhile by then, and knew it was capable of weird stuff, but I was young then and had no real compass. It was just another drug, and it stayed that way until Christmas of 2014 when I took more than I ever had. I guess I was a bit down, with it being the holidays and there I was alone eating Acid with the phone off.
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This night something altogether different would happen. I&#x27;d heard doses over 400 mics could cause some very otherworldly things to happen, I&#x27;d taken a pretty random sized square of high potency blotter &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;I&#x27;d taken a pretty random sized square of high potency blotter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; acid that was likely more like 600mcg, whatever happened when you overdose on Acid, I was going to find out. I was prepared with a benzo and some opiates should it just get out of control,  but again, I had never had it happen and might not recognize it if it began. Tonight, it would happen. I would see that other side... I listened to David Bowie&#x27;s Diamond Dogs at some point during the trip (the record has become essential for tripping ever after, I find it very comforting for some reason) and at some point saw Bowie himself staring down at my supine body (he hadn&#x27;t died yet)--I didn&#x27;t remember laying down, but I must have just found my way there in my reverie. This was the last normal thought I remember having, the next got really weird, the kind of stuff that scared Dr. Rick Strassman away from his DMT experiments; a spiritual encounter.
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There was a void of pure light with a very simple temple far in the distance, pyramidal but flat topped with no outer inscriptions beyond a rune above the door. I think this was the name of God. I can&#x27;t remember what we said, but we spoke for a time, and when the time came to return to my body, it felt ravaged. Particularly by drink.
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I should mention I&#x27;d been a pretty nasty alcoholic up until my night in God&#x27;s court; 3-4 litres of whiskey a week, sometimes more. I was quite disoriented when I got back from the high dose Acid trip, but one thought was quite clear in my mind; the drinking was over. &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;I was quite disoriented when I got back from the high dose Acid trip, but one thought was quite clear in my mind; the drinking was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Not &#x27;The drinking will stop soon&#x27; or &#x27;I need to moderate my drinking&#x27;...it wasn&#x27;t like that, I had quit pretty vehemently during my concourse in the light. The smell of ethanol makes me gag, beer smells like farts, and wine like grape juice someone left in the sun. It was OVER, I tell you.
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&lt;!--Now understand, I had no idea who Bill Wilson was or how he&#x27;d done pretty much the same thing and founded Alcoholics Anonymous based on what he&#x27;d experienced while tripping on LSD. He saw things in a way he&#x27;d never seen them before and it took from him his want for strong drink, as it did me. --&gt;I&#x27;ve had social drinks since, because fucking-everybody-and-their-gottdamned-uncle drinks and it&#x27;s hard to avoid, but it&#x27;s 1 or 2 to be polite and that&#x27;s all. What transpires next is dismaying and reinforcing at the same time, a room full of people get drunk and I don&#x27;t, I won&#x27;t, I can&#x27;t betray what Thompson called &quot;the Great Magnet&quot;, but those who imbibe become shameless. Animals looking to rut or throw up. Disgusting.
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&lt;!--The Religious Right got ahold of Bill Wilson&#x27;s idea, there was a catch though; go figure, it was the LSD Wilson had incorporated into his 12 step program. They didn&#x27;t think Jesus would approve I guess (awful assumptive of them) and replaced the &quot;LSD Step&quot; with &quot;Finding a Higher Power&quot;, by which they mean Christianity. I don&#x27;t think it would fly if you came in to a $eeting wearing a khufu and stopping the whole charade to pray to Mecca.
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So, if ya find yourself bending your elbow a bit too often, fuck those AA people, take as much Acid as you think you can handle, double that, and cure yourself.
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Have benzo&#x27;s handy in case its the Devil instead of God who comes for you. --&gt;&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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