joebono
Rising Star
It wasn't until I started taking psychedelics that I began to question the limits of reality and the boundaries of existence. I've never felt the presence of a god or Jesus or any of that, but I do think that this life is more than just dumb mechanistic purposeless biology. Who knows though, I might be as superstitious as those Christians and Muslims who I claim are irrational and deluded.
But anyway the DMT breakthrough seems something as significant as birth or death. It has that kind of power behind it. I have no fucking idea where the hell it brings me or what that place was. Was it real or just my brain drowning in some chemical and trying to bring structure to chaos. Maybe the chaos is what DMT creates and my brain perhaps is just trying to understand and goes into dream-building mode. Maybe the DMT trip is just some sort of waking drug-addled fantasy. My brain is plowing through this overdose and adding shape to the wreckage stitching together the debris with dreamlike precision. That form and structure built with the construction supplies of DMT forms the breakthrough experience.
Or who knows? Maybe it is a portal to another realm of existence. It feels like it really punches me through into this other place. The sensual experience leaves me with no other conclusion to draw than that place is real. But my senses can often lie to me such as when I look at optical illusions. Sure my eyes tell me what I see is real, but upon closer inspection it is revealed as a trick of the mind. Is that place a trick of the mind? I don’t fucking know. Is it all just brain/drug molecules interacting or is it something deeper and true? Are we in a deeper dream state while on DMT or are we there?
But anyway the DMT breakthrough seems something as significant as birth or death. It has that kind of power behind it. I have no fucking idea where the hell it brings me or what that place was. Was it real or just my brain drowning in some chemical and trying to bring structure to chaos. Maybe the chaos is what DMT creates and my brain perhaps is just trying to understand and goes into dream-building mode. Maybe the DMT trip is just some sort of waking drug-addled fantasy. My brain is plowing through this overdose and adding shape to the wreckage stitching together the debris with dreamlike precision. That form and structure built with the construction supplies of DMT forms the breakthrough experience.
Or who knows? Maybe it is a portal to another realm of existence. It feels like it really punches me through into this other place. The sensual experience leaves me with no other conclusion to draw than that place is real. But my senses can often lie to me such as when I look at optical illusions. Sure my eyes tell me what I see is real, but upon closer inspection it is revealed as a trick of the mind. Is that place a trick of the mind? I don’t fucking know. Is it all just brain/drug molecules interacting or is it something deeper and true? Are we in a deeper dream state while on DMT or are we there?