They can’t tell the difference. To an artificial mind, all reality is virtual.
…done some kind of substance a half hour after you do this stuff.
Nevertheless, the content of the experience itself is absolutely paradigm-challenging, and the chief reason is because there are these entities in there, and on psilocybin you hear them;
they speak to you. What you were describing, it’s almost as though this is some kind of, uh,
of a mandala of pharmacological approaches to the mystery, and DMT lands you right in the center of the bullseye.
I mean, thirty seconds after smoking DMT you confront these things.
