(In contrast to…) The ordinary DMT flash, where what happens is you break into this space where these things are that I’ve sort of facetiously called the tykes. The tykes are these childlike self transforming jeweled basketballs that run around you and jump through you and are like autonomous portions of the surface of your own psyche or something. I mean, you can’t tell what is going on except that they are offering these things which are like toys or machines. They’re like these Chinese ivory balls that are carved with many levels. And you look at these things and the immediate emotion and then they just take it away and then they show you another one.
And they’re showing you this stuff and trying to convey something. And well, after having this experience a number of times, I came to the conclusion, which again was shocking to me, that this is somebody’s idea of an environment that is reassuring to human beings. This is the equivalent of a playpen, where you hang brightly colored plastic things above the crib so that the baby will hit at them and learn hand and eye coordination. So that when you come through into this place and there’s the elf hooray, which is the thing which greets you as you come through, there’s this Yay! And then they have you, and they say, Okay, now we have you.
Okay, don’t freak out, don’t be amazed, pay attention, look at this, look at this, look at this, And you just say, you know, What happened? A minute ago I was somewhere. We were talking about a drug. We were thinking of doing it. Somebody had a match.
Now what is happening? And they’re saying Forget about that. Look at this. Look at this. And they’re singing in this rhyming language, which you see.
You do not hear it. You see it. The entire geometry of the space in which you’re in is confirmational syntax that is contorting itself through these fractal regressions. There’s no time, there’s no space, these things keep moving in and out of your body, they keep telling you they love you, they keep telling you to pay attention, to remember, to remember, to remember, and at that point you’re just falling out of it, falling backward. Everything melts, everything collapses, everything turns to slush, it falls away, there’s eidetic revisionism, and then you can’t remember.
And you say, what happened? You know, what happened? It’s not like being, it’s like being struck by lightning. It’s like what this room would be like if a fighter plane came through the roof. It’s that all hell breaks out for like three and a half minutes, and you cannot make any sense whatsoever of it.
You cannot correlate it to a drug. A drug? Are you kidding? The other thing is, it hasn’t affected you. You are yourself.
You are saying, you know, Holy shit, what is this? You’re not blurred. You don’t have all kinds of problems. But what has happened is the sensory input has gone hyper spatial 100%. Just zing and there you are.
And this doesn’t fit into any of these models about the cheerful probing layers of the unconscious racial or personal. This is a breakthrough into some kind of parallel continuum, somewhere, somehow, that is so beyond the paradigm of the cheerful men in white coats who run our world, that it just absolutely, as I said, makes your hair stand on end. This is repeatable. This is not, I’m not leading a flying saucer cult where we wait in corn fields with high hopes. All you have to do is have the guts to, you know, push the button and the floor you’re sitting on will disappear and you will fall through into this place.
How do they keep the lid on this stuff? This is what lies behind this cheerful historical recitation of argument this morning, that the human world is tangential to some kind of appalling mystery, unexpected, not even clear that this has anything to do with spirit and love and being good or any of that. It’s just some kind of weird thing that our languages, our culture, our religion, our perceptual biases have caused us to not see, not see at all. And so then we’ve constructed a fantasy world. A world based on empiricism, three-dimensional linear rationalism, and above all a world constructed on constructed on not getting stoned.
They say, you know, just stay away from that. That is the edge of the world. There there be dragons. They’re right. They’re right.
We are no smarter than the people of thirteenth century Europe who feared to sail West because they knew that the edge of the world lay there. I mean the edge of our world, the defeat of the scientific paradigm, the absolute confounding of a thousand years of rational philosophy and science is experientially available to every one of us but for flimsy laws. Flimsy laws. Again, made by men who wear dresses. Wherever there’s bad stuff being done, these guys wearing dresses are to be found highly active.
Why is this? Why is this? The church and the judiciary are, you know, in this weird lock on the evolution of the human mind. It has to do with new ideas. New ideas are bad news if you’re a control freak.
They spell trouble. Some kind of trouble. And it doesn’t even matter what kind of new ideas. I mean, to the Roman Catholic Church, Protestants loomed like, you know, a psychedelic revolution. The notion that people should seek in their own hearts for guidance from God.
What kind of heresy is this? Now this is what we have the church fathers for, this is what we have ecclesiastical councils, great universities, God’s ways are obscure. The unaided human individual cannot be expected to know God’s ways. We will explain it to you. Well, Protestantism then was, you know, the cutting edge of something happening.
Now, a somewhat different situation prevails. Each thing, you know, becomes its own antithesis. Each thing kills the thing it loves. So, what needs to be central in thinking about this, I think, is how unassimilatable it is. How very very different it is to be stoned on DMT than it is to be sitting here in a room full of people talking about it.
That it’s different, lots different. It’s not there’s nothing else in our spectrum of potential experiences that can come close to it.
