Part of this was initially a response to a question in another thread, but I have been meaning to field this for a while to get people's impressions (so I cut and paste and deleted parts from the other post):
I have always thought (and I am working up a more coherent and viable theory), that one of the things DMT does is allow us to tap into the vestigial, pre-lingual, and infantile parts of our brain where memories are still, though perhaps vaguely, stored: when the letters of the alphabet looked bewilderingly alien, when language and the general aural landscape seemed cacophonous and chaotic, when clowns and jesters, lego and stuffed animals were the things of our concern and when these, and blocky primary colours were most pervasive in our visual field and everything was filled with unlearned mystery, the world swirling around us as our brains learned to sift and sort pattern from an infinite array of discord, of stochastic noise and business, eventually separating nonsense from form to distinguish books from toys from hands and faces, food from plastic, glass, wood and metal.
Maybe we are tapping into memories of how the world looked and sounded to us (anyone ever had nursery rhyme -like songs play in their heads during trips?), before we had the knowledge - and the brain soft/firmware - to make any real sense of it?
I am working on a chapter in book about all this and more, and would love to get your thoughts on it.
Cheers,
JBArk
I have always thought (and I am working up a more coherent and viable theory), that one of the things DMT does is allow us to tap into the vestigial, pre-lingual, and infantile parts of our brain where memories are still, though perhaps vaguely, stored: when the letters of the alphabet looked bewilderingly alien, when language and the general aural landscape seemed cacophonous and chaotic, when clowns and jesters, lego and stuffed animals were the things of our concern and when these, and blocky primary colours were most pervasive in our visual field and everything was filled with unlearned mystery, the world swirling around us as our brains learned to sift and sort pattern from an infinite array of discord, of stochastic noise and business, eventually separating nonsense from form to distinguish books from toys from hands and faces, food from plastic, glass, wood and metal.
Maybe we are tapping into memories of how the world looked and sounded to us (anyone ever had nursery rhyme -like songs play in their heads during trips?), before we had the knowledge - and the brain soft/firmware - to make any real sense of it?
I am working on a chapter in book about all this and more, and would love to get your thoughts on it.
Cheers,
JBArk

