Thursday, February 12, 2009

There is something perplexingly erotic about acetylcholine junctions...

"[The feeling of doing DMT] is as though one had been struck by noetic lightning. The ordinary world is almost instantaneously replaced, not only with a hallucination, but a hallucination whose alien character is its utter alienness. Nothing in this world can prepare one for the impressions that fill your mind when you enter the DMT sensorium."
-- Terence McKenna

Sex is awesome. Sex on MDMA is double-awesome. Sex on acid is holy-fuck-have-you-seen-the-movie-teeth-awesome. Sex on DMT is impossible, because I'm too busy neurally coupling with fourteen-dimensional alien love gods to even contemplate taking off my pants.

it ain't so much 'scorin with hot alien bitches' as permitting my every synapse to expand at a rate of dynamic quantum precession, every potential conenction firing at once across every potential thought to generate a state of enlightenment for that brief, brain melting world-burning moment of truth, wherin angels of mars sing the chorus of dying swans; before the waveform collapses and leaves you tumbling through a turgid sea of lukewarm euphoria - The fatalistic, bleeding-out of knowledge, running through your fingers in a language you can no longer comprehend while the faces of babylonian spirit warlords laugh and jest at your meagre mortal attempts to transcend into valhalla, or heaven, or whichever avatar of eternal bliss DMT has taken on that particular time.

DMT is the eucharist of time and humility. DMT is the cocktease of fate. DMT is unstoppable, inorexable, an ice age of human evolution across a few brief minutes of 'high'...

It is impossible to like or hate DMT, in the same way you cannot like or hate a god. That is not to say it can be worshipped so much to say that it is an entity and you can only draw judgement on the effects it has on you.

It is the only chemical I have encountered to date that has made me question the logical nature of the world. I am not implying that it turned me into a crystal-worshipping hippie, but it certainly made me realise "Wow, we really only do use five percent of our brain"

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