The issue is surrender. This is something real. You don’t find people going into the ashram in the morning to meditate with their knees knocking in fear because how terrifying and profound they know that meditation is going to be. But if they were going in there to smoke DMT, you know, they’d be fully riveted in the modalities of what was about to happen.
I mean, I know people who say DMT is their favorite drug. (And when you say, well when was the last time you did it, they say 1967.) It only lasted four minutes, they’re still processing it. And they still are processing it. They’re not just whistling Dixie.
I don’t advocate it, I mean, there are people who are disappointed, because they say how often do you do it? Well, the answer is, not very often.
