Some college student gets his hands on some DMT, visits here, you guys tell him about universal love and transcendent joy, he wakes up, says that his life has been changed, suddenly he truly understands what really matters. But it never lasts. The next day he’s got to get up and go to work and so on, and the universal love lasts about five minutes until his boss starts yelling at him for writing his report in the wrong font, and before you know it twenty years later he’s some slimy lawyer who’s joking at a slimy lawyer party about the one time when he was in college and took some DMT and spent a whole week raving about transcendent joy, and all the other slimy lawyers laugh, and he laughs with them, and so much for whatever spiritual awakening you and your colleagues in LSD and peyote are trying to kindle in humanity.

This seriously resonates with me, and it's been the biggest problem I've had with the whole psychedelic "experience."

I've taken LSD once on my own and once with my close friend, and both times recorded briefly with video what was happening during my trip. The recording was mostly nonsense both times. ut in my head, at that time, I know that I was sailing through tangible layers of true love that spun me wildly through the 50 thought processes I was engaged in simultaneously.

By the third day after my last (and most intense) trip, I could hardly remember anything except for some of the more vivid and significant moments during and shortly after my peak. If, now, I could tap into what I was feeling at that time and at that night when I came down, I'd be the most peaceful and centered, focused and happy person in the world. I wonder if anyone else who's gone down the psychedelic road can familiarize with this.

edit: unrelated to the article, if anyone wants to watch me try to explain my very first trip right after I peaked, I was kinda thinking about putting it on YouTube for lols.