DMT is the only psychedelic that crosses the blood-brain barrier and gets to the brain.
DMT is produced.
It is consumed by brain as soon as the next nanosecond of its production.
It as though DMT is brain’s private mistress.
OR maybe it is the spirit molecule, as Rick Strassman says.
DMT is momentary.
Thoughts are momentary.
Life is momentary.
DMT is Thoughts.
DMT is life.
That might sound too much, but I have a heightened sense of enlightenment in this sobriety that if we stop brain from eating all the DMT up, maybe we can pause life. Thoughts will be static. Feeling will be existent sans any record of time. That is immortal. Not the physical immortal, but the mental immortal.
DMT used to prescribed as an anti-psychotic a few decades ago. Well, well well. Look what dirty secret we found about the world!
I have never had DMT. I just finished reading Rick Strassman’s ‘DMT: The Spirit Molecule’. The sudden rush of euphoria of the mere knowing took me to fining Dr. Strassman’s AMA on psychonaut. He seemed a sane man with sane views. I believe science is just an record of our observations. As Foucalt says, truth is but the language of the majority, always. I do revere scientists, but I don’t revere them as supernatural creatures. Although, Dr. Strassman’s book seemed to be a strange overdose of positivity and enlightenment. The mind simply swung over the way his words lit. I’m glad.