Remember I said that DMT is in the human brain?
Well, it concentrates in the human cerebro-spinal fluid, on a 24-hour cycle, and it reaches its peak of concentration between 3 and 4 AM in most people.
That’s when the deep REM sleep is happening.
When you give somebody DMT, they lay back, they close their eyes, and the way you — the guide, the sitter, I don’t like the word guide — you the sitter, the way you can tell that they’re getting off is their eyes dart wildly behind their closed eyelids.
It means they’re in REM, they’re in REM sleep, they’ve been
immediately shoved into deep dreaming.
So I believe that what DMT is doing in normal human metabolism is it mediates the the spiral descent into dream, and that every single night we are reunited with the boundary-less oceanic mystery of being that we are so frantic about in waking life and so distant from.
But to speak, to take small mouth noises and to turn them into signifiers for symbols and relationships.
To me, it is a miracle to be able to speak poetry. It is a miracle.
I mean, when Cooldrige wrote ‘and south, and south, and southward aye we fled, and it grew wonderous cold, and ice mast high went floating by as green as emerald’ I mean, that’s language! It’s magic!
We have this fascination, we also paint. Then we sculpt. Then
we write. Then we create electronic databases. Then film, television.
Clearly, what we want to do is we want to communicate visually.
And these things are saying there’s way to do it. Do it!
And I don’t understand, do we all have to be loaded on DMT all the time? Can you learn to do this?
We are, in the present state, in the position of explorers a new world fifty years after Columbus. We have notebook entries. We have partial maps. But we don’t have a complete map of what this thing is. It’s another dimension. It is literally another dimension.
Strassman’s research connects DMT with the pineal gland, considered by Hindus to be the site of the seventh chakra and by René Descartes to be the seat of the soul. _DMT: The Spirit Molecule_ makes the bold case that DMT, naturally released by the pineal gland, facilitates the soul’s movement in and out of the body and is an integral part of the birth and death experiences.
This mystery we’re talking about definitely has something to do with sound and the magical role of sound.
Ayahuasca is a sort of different way of sectioning the DMT experience.
Because ayahuasca is orally active, unfolds over hours, is not as dramatic as DMT, but the people who use ayahuasca as a ritual on a weekly basis, what their practice consists of is they take this stuff and then they sing — they sing like crazy.
And then when they stop singing, and people light a cigarette and take a leak and so forth and you’re listening to these conversations, you hear people say stuff about the shaman-like: ‘I like the part with the olive drab and the silver, but when it became magenta and moved toward orange I thought we was over the top.’
What kind of a criticism of a song is that???
The answer is: sound has become a visually beheld medium.
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