My life previously was filled with drugs, the occult, sexual perversion and a whole lot of that sort of garbage.
Up to now (Dec. 2 (Sat) 1972 I had had about 4 ‘trips’ on acid but all I ever experienced was vividness of colors or a little spookiness.
Tonight would be different and would mark a life shaking change never to be forgotten followed later by some similar moving encounters. The evening went on in normal fashion music, weed, drinking , and then the acid. It was around 11pm when I had taken two hits of blue dot acid. At first, things started going south, their kids were starting to act crazy (knowing we were getting zoned); my teeth felt like they were cracking and falling out (strychnine); then after a short period of time I found myself looking at a picture of Jesus hanging on a cross (this picture actually existed in their house on a dresser). But when I had glanced at it and then away I felt like my brain was being shocked with a large amount of electric voltage. The pain was excruciating. This happened about three times. When I was noticing that I could not face the person hanging on the cross. I asked myself why not’? I kept glancing, yet avoiding, (like Dracula avoiding the cross) and the ‘electric’ pain would continue to shoot through my head. Finally, I determined to take a good long look at Jesus hanging on the cross. As I did, I noticed as if there were waves of life flowing from his chest towards me. I looked in half amazement at the site. The shooting pain had stopped. I turned to ponder. Next thing I knew I had seen in vision like fashion the two dogs (Brother and Sister) which were at my house looking up at me as if saying, ‘you have left us out in this cold weather’. That passed quickly and then I saw my self (looking up at myself) at about the age of 10 in a white shirt standing in a walkway (which began at my back porch and ran between the two garages back in Wyvernwood (where I had grew up).. Then I started feeling in my stomach a pushing sensation and then the whole room around me turned hospital white, The pushing continued a bit and then stopped and I started hearing a baby crying and then saw the baby lying in a basin like container …I had a gut feeling what I was looking at …me…being born. The electric shocking was long past and all seemed much more peaceful for the remainder of that evening/morning. (End of trip).
Since that night, without realizing it, my outlook and perception of life changed slowly from political activist to being more sensitive with spiritual matters. One big difference readily noticeable was my sensitivity to the written word and people’s speech. I was for the first time experiencing (not just head knowledge) the difference between a person's words and his body. I was to become much more sensitive to words in lyrics, speech, poetry, etc. than I had heretofore been. ( I used to be a Math major). (Much later I could look back as a Christian and say this was when I was born again/(spiritually conceived). That is, a spiritual birth which marked the beginning of much work the Lord had to accomplish from that point on.). Born from above without the Word of the Gospel? No! Rather, with the Word of the Gospel! Remember the picture of Christ crucified I saw on the dresser?! This all happened nearly 54 years ago, and I have been growing in the Lord ever since.
Up to now (Dec. 2 (Sat) 1972 I had had about 4 ‘trips’ on acid but all I ever experienced was vividness of colors or a little spookiness.
Tonight would be different and would mark a life shaking change never to be forgotten followed later by some similar moving encounters. The evening went on in normal fashion music, weed, drinking , and then the acid. It was around 11pm when I had taken two hits of blue dot acid. At first, things started going south, their kids were starting to act crazy (knowing we were getting zoned); my teeth felt like they were cracking and falling out (strychnine); then after a short period of time I found myself looking at a picture of Jesus hanging on a cross (this picture actually existed in their house on a dresser). But when I had glanced at it and then away I felt like my brain was being shocked with a large amount of electric voltage. The pain was excruciating. This happened about three times. When I was noticing that I could not face the person hanging on the cross. I asked myself why not’? I kept glancing, yet avoiding, (like Dracula avoiding the cross) and the ‘electric’ pain would continue to shoot through my head. Finally, I determined to take a good long look at Jesus hanging on the cross. As I did, I noticed as if there were waves of life flowing from his chest towards me. I looked in half amazement at the site. The shooting pain had stopped. I turned to ponder. Next thing I knew I had seen in vision like fashion the two dogs (Brother and Sister) which were at my house looking up at me as if saying, ‘you have left us out in this cold weather’. That passed quickly and then I saw my self (looking up at myself) at about the age of 10 in a white shirt standing in a walkway (which began at my back porch and ran between the two garages back in Wyvernwood (where I had grew up).. Then I started feeling in my stomach a pushing sensation and then the whole room around me turned hospital white, The pushing continued a bit and then stopped and I started hearing a baby crying and then saw the baby lying in a basin like container …I had a gut feeling what I was looking at …me…being born. The electric shocking was long past and all seemed much more peaceful for the remainder of that evening/morning. (End of trip).
Since that night, without realizing it, my outlook and perception of life changed slowly from political activist to being more sensitive with spiritual matters. One big difference readily noticeable was my sensitivity to the written word and people’s speech. I was for the first time experiencing (not just head knowledge) the difference between a person's words and his body. I was to become much more sensitive to words in lyrics, speech, poetry, etc. than I had heretofore been. ( I used to be a Math major). (Much later I could look back as a Christian and say this was when I was born again/(spiritually conceived). That is, a spiritual birth which marked the beginning of much work the Lord had to accomplish from that point on.). Born from above without the Word of the Gospel? No! Rather, with the Word of the Gospel! Remember the picture of Christ crucified I saw on the dresser?! This all happened nearly 54 years ago, and I have been growing in the Lord ever since.
