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		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; class=&quot;dosechart-amount&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;10 hits&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-method&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;oral&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;!--Summer, 2010
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--&gt;Ten strip of really clean, good strong acid.  The best I&#x27;ve ever had. Well this trip went on for a long time, and a lot happened.  But to me, the most interesting part, the most moving part, is described below.
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I am flying over the ocean.  Not really in a body, just looking down at the ocean from high above.  There&#x27;s a ship down there.  I&#x27;m not really paying attention, not too concerned with whatever is happening.  Somehow, I know that this is the Pacific Theater of World War II.  Somewhere near Japan or the Phillipines. Somehow, I become aware that I am a man on the ship.  There is a violent explosion in which I am killed.  It is very disturbing, I look away, horrified.  It&#x27;s terrible, terrible.  My body is ripped apart.  It&#x27;s awful.  I turn away. I&#x27;m up in the sky looking down.
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Now I am in a dark underground cave.  There are many people here.  We are all dead.  A huge crowd of dead people, standing around, frowning. It feels sketchy here.  Not like we are in Hell, but this is not a nice place.  I think, &#x27;This is Sheol.&#x27;  It&#x27;s like a waiting room.  I want to leave. &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;It&#x27;s like a waiting room.  I want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   But you&#x27;re not allowed to.  There are these monsters guarding us.  They look like big disembodied mouths, with snaggly teeth, drooling slime and blood, hovering above the ground.
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I go right up to one and assert, &#x27;Angels are real!  Angels exist!&#x27;  I don&#x27;t know why I said this.  I was not raised religious and did not believe in such things. It says something to me in an aside, like it doesn&#x27;t want anyone else to hear, &#x27;Well I don&#x27;t doubt it.&#x27;  And then it stands aside and lets me walk out of there.
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&lt;br&gt;
Now I am floating, ascending upwards through many red and gold spinning pentagrams. I pop out in a vast open space.  There is bright light everywhere, so I can hardly see anything.  I feel like everything is totally peachy.  I feel great, not scared at all.  This is a wonderful place.  If I was a Christian I would definitely say I was visiting heaven.
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There are creatures here.  There are no other human beings, as far as I can tell.  The creatures are enormous, the size of a two-storey house.  It&#x27;s hard to tell what they look like, because their flesh is like looking at the sun.  They best I can describe is that it was like an enormous lion with wings, but that&#x27;s not really what it is.  It had eyes.  I saw its eyes.  There was more than one of the creatures. They were very benevolent.  They said something to me, to the effect of, &#x27;You can stay here with us forever, if you like.  But we want you to go back.  We want you to reincarnate.  But you don&#x27;t have to.&#x27;  
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I remember clearly, thinking, &#x27;Ha!  You&#x27;d really have to have a screw loose to agree to do that!&#x27;  It felt so good to be there, I would never want to leave.  And I certainly wouldn&#x27;t go back to being a human on Earth!  All the fear, confusion and suffering.  I&#x27;d have to literally be insane to agree to go back there.
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And then *click* all of a sudden I was me again, back in my room, sober. &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;And then *click* all of a sudden I was me again, back in my room, sober.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  Guess I agreed.
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I was curious about what that ship was, and asked about it later when I was tripping.  I saw a man wearing one of those caps that veterans wear, it was blue and it said &#x27;USS ----------&#x27;.  I looked it up and sure enough, the USS ---------- was a ship in the Pacific Theater in WWII.  In the early 1940s there was an explosion in which men were killed.  Strangely enough, it happened on my birthday...&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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