A hospital in New Orleans, 1954, the psychiatry department.

The subject sits on a hospital bed, dressed in a gown.

Electrodes are attached to his chest.

Leather of strengths hang from railings around the bed, ready for use if required.

The administering nurse approaches the subject with a small file of lysergic acid diethelamide.

The nurse extracts a pipette and administers two drops on the subject's tongue.

The supervising doctor starts the observations.

Within 30 minutes, the subject's pupils are dilated and his blood pressure and body temperature

are spiking.

So you're probably asking what any of this has to do with our story.

Well, the substance just administered is better known as LSD.

And the subject that it's been administered to is Dr. Ian Stevenson.

Yeah.

Our professor has just dropped acid and it's going to totally blow his mind.

Stevenson feels a wave of serenity wash over him, wave after wave after wave.

He experiences a powerful sense of unity, a sense of unity with all beings, all things, and his mind

fills with images.

Thousands of images, millions of images.

Images of childhood, of early life.

And now some of those are memories. images of childhood, of early life.

And now some of those are memories, Stevenson's own memories, but many of the images aren't memories, and those images seem to come from another place, another realm, another

dimension.

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