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dose. you, too." 194 * THE SESSIONS of his own imagination, he may have been able to alter his reactions. The fact that his attempt felt "silly" reminded me of the futility of trying to "open to love" to a oncoming truck. "Opening to love" as he found him- self instantly dropped into an alien nursery was such an ineffectual and inappropriate response that it seemed laughable. Several months later Jeremiah received his double-blind 0.4 mg/kg DMT At 5 minutes he began, That was much more intense than the first major dose. It's a different world. Amazing instruments. Machine-type things. There was one person op- erating some ofthis stuff. Iwas in a big room; he was in another part ofit. I feel a little shaky... a little hypersensitive. .. there are little tremors going through my body. "Maybe closing your eyes might help. Here, let's put a blanket on There was one big machine in the center, with round conduits, almost writhing—not like a snake, more in a technical manner. The conduits were not open at the end. They were solid blue-gray tubes, made of plastic? The machine felt as if it was rewiring me, reprogramming me. There was a human, as far as I could tell, standing at some type of console, taking readings or manipulating things. He was busy, at work, on the job. I ob- served some ofthe results on that machine, maybefrom my brain. It was a littlefrightening, almost unbearably intense. It all began with a whining, whirring sound. Jeremiah's last double-blind session was the less overwhelming but defi- nitely psychedelic 0.2 mg/kg dose. At this session he was surrounded by the orthopedic traction cage, but he denied that it bothered him. Josette was filling in for Cindy that morning, as our nurse. At 10 minutes, he began, There were four distinct beings looking down on me, like Iwas on an operating-room table. I opened my eyes to see ifit was you and Josette, but it wasn't. They had done something and were observing the results. They