How does one describe the ineffable and why would one want to? Isn’t the attempt oxymoronic or paradoxical? Yet I’m typing. You’re never going to pinpoint God=GUT with an equation either! What if Space was made of Language? Could you then assert that “those who know do not say” holds when their very existence says it all? Sometimes people who know DO SAY because there is nothing left to do. Indeed Creation is spawned by boredom…God loves Novelty and Complexity and Earth, well,…some’d say there is bit much these days.

The best way to know is through association. This means being multidisciplined, recognizing what is to be taken exoterically and esoterically. To know that ANY given take on reality is first and foremost metaphor and observer dependent. The true seeker is the ultimate skeptic, do you see Michael Shermer (Of Skeptic magazine) doing a heroic dosage of anything? I’m skeptical of his fear of the unknown and lack of curiousity, why he needs to do backseat science.

I unapologetically write in a non-linear and fragmented way to stress that what I’m writing about is also non-linear and fragmented. This demands correlation between otherwise distinct memesets and mixing of metaphors. The universiality of mathematical bases and geometry is the obvious start to correlating any and all systems. Math however is not the be all, end all, as numbers lack the context letters provide. Why do we see “our” event horizon or transition brane as a flowing mass of archetypal letters and characters? Why did the shaman see twin serpents that look like DNA strands? Cuz they fucking were.

We are dealing with the border between (linear time & mass) and (static time & form)
We are dealing with the Holosyntactical Gematria of the Quantum Computer called space
We are dealing with the scale-invariant self-similarity of a Fractaline Branefall

…A memescape where novelty peaks in the mechanics of a mental/physical phase shift.

Not the thermal kind.

I read a book years ago called Fool on the Hill by Matt Ruff and experienced a fictional story taking place in locales that I had been to in real life, specifically Cornell University campus and downtown Ithaca NY. The normal ability to conjure imagery was replaced with actual imagery and the story became that much more real. So it is when reading accounts of DMT trips. Short of popping through the membrane into hyperspace the description of the experience is consistent with my psilocybin, mescaline and LSD trips. What is obvious after having read or been told of the DMT experience dozens of times is that there is consistency, if not in each experience then in the range. The overall response is awe. A bad trip, in hindsight is a good one, but only in hindsight…nonetheless awesome.

This consistency of experience makes it an interesting scientific tool that so far only Dr. Strassman seems to be a proponent of. The setting for the masses is our political climate and consensus reality which is already bordering on nightmarish…We would all love our leaders to become loving and empathic aka functional and wonder why not…As Dr. Strassman demonstrates, the difficulty of creating a study (Such as “Does molecularly induced love and empathy improve politics?”) under prohibition begs the question of how “they” determined it to be “bad” in the first place. Did the people who made DMT illegal base this on personal experience? It would seem requisite to employ this logic in determining its worth. The classification of DMT as a schedule 1 “drug” is due to its power to enlighten the masses, which is dangerous only to the establishment; if DMT had limbs it would’ve been crucified years ago. This is not conspiracy theory, it is obvious and ultimately moot as the true seeker nor our hyperdimensional escorts give a damn about human law. The value of the molecule is context dependent as the experience it yields is setting dependent. The context and setting are somewhat the same, however context is more about attitude than atmosphere. Due to prohibition, MTV, and plain old fear, the masses will never know how to cultivate the realer than real, they are destined to conjure their habitual reality.