In my youth I had only ever heard of DMT in Tom Wolfe's, "The Electric Cool Aid Acid Test." It sounded not too cool from what I remember reading! Like glass exploding behind your eyes or something! Well These guys were probably smoking pure synthetic crazy deems too im sure. As my pops had said for example he had never taken actual mushrooms because in the late sixties all he had available was synthetic psilocybin, synthetic mescaline, and probably owsley acid. The waterfall of this wonderfull substance has taken me since the element of ritual was introduced. I can not emphasize enough the potency of intention and ritual in my experience. Let I fall and fall in love, unlike in my totally broken meditations and dogmatic, habitually patterned thought. Without these teacher plants I would not be so sure of this higher love. I have come to some kind of a curve. As if a curse has been lifted, my attitude as of late is more in accordance with letting go, and loving, and of course nurturing nature. Guess this means a deeper a plunge. Wouldn't have it any other way.
The Teacher is to be respected. I come to you in humble abiding. A ritual, an offering, an attitude of devoted worship to the natural. I am forever your apprentice. Thank you!
The Teacher is to be respected. I come to you in humble abiding. A ritual, an offering, an attitude of devoted worship to the natural. I am forever your apprentice. Thank you!
