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My Experience With Fasting I have been incorporating fasting in my spiritual life with great success. Historically it has been utilized for thousands of years. Hippocrates, Socrates, and Plato all recommended fasting for health benefits while Moses, Jesus and Mahatma Gandhi fasted for spiritual growth, which was what I was looking to gain from my own experiences with fasting. I did not view my fast as a means of dieting nor did I view it as self-punishment for “sinful” or “bad behavior” instead I was using it as a means to heighten my own connection with deity. During this period I abstained from food but still consumed fluids to satisfy…