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start telling people, everybody will believe it. So it is better that you have it."
So he took me into his surgery, he gave me the chloroform and told me: "Count from one, two, three, and go on." I went on... when I reached fifty-one, he said, "Wait! I have never seen anybody who goes beyond seven, eight, nine at the most."
I said, "Your dose is not enough. You will have to give me at least a dose of three times more."
He said, "My God... but in the first place, chloroform is no longer used. And using it three times! But I can see... the way you were repeating, and when I said, `Wait!' you immediately opened your eyes."
So he gave me a good dose. I said, "I will consider it a good dose only if I stop at nine."
He said, "What do you mean? You will also know that you are stopping at nine?"
I said, "I will know it and I will tell you when I have stopped. So don't try to deceive me."
He gave me a good dose, and I remember that I started going slower, deeper; the numbers were as if they are coming from far away, and when nine came, I said, "Okay."
He said, "You are not supposed to speak while under chloroform!"
I said, "You should have said so before; I am a very obedient patient. Your dose is still not right."
I could feel that my numbers were getting slurred. But that is not a big thing -- after three, I get slurred anyway. Under chloroform, I was exactly, without any mistake going up to fifty-one. Without chloroform, I cannot go beyond three!
Five times the dose he had to give me, but it was a good experience. As you come back, you can see the whole circle if you are alert enough. If you are not alert enough, then too, you can feel this much: when you stopped, and when again you can remember that you had stopped at nine. And as consciousness comes back, you can see that you have passed through a dark tunnel.
But this is just a toy.
In the real experience also, it happens in the same way. When you are coming out of your unconscious there will be a period which can only be called a period of mist. Everything is unclear, surrounded by mist.
THEN THE GATES OF HIS HEART WERE
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