The mystery is in the body and the way the body works itself into nature.
The testimony of DMT, for me, is that there is a nearby dimension, teeming with intelligences, that from one of the more conservative perspectives seems like an ecology of souls.
What happens with DMT is you leap over all the barriers in the first few seconds. Unlike mushrooms where over hours and hours on a high dose you might navigate yourself to the center of the Mandela, DMT is like being struck by metaphysical lightening.
Psychedelics are probably responsible for every aspect of human evolution apart from the decline in bodyhair.
DMT seems to argue, convincingly I might add, that the world is made entirely of something, for want of a better word, we would have to call magic.
DMT is the most powerful hallucinogen there is. If it gets stronger than that I don't want to know about it.
It is true that when you smoke DMT, for example, at a sufficiently high and prepared dose, you get elves, everybody does. All you need do, is inhale deeply three times, and you know... You want contact? You want elves? You want alien contact? You'll have that!
The whole of the Amazonian narcotic complex, as it's called in the old literature, is based on activation of DMT by one strategy or another.
If you go to Paris you know more about reality than people who don't. If you smoke DMT you know more about reality than people who don't.
The cost of sanity in this society, is a certain level of alienation