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exclaimed: great. DEATH AND DYING «+ 229 The injection went smoothly. At 12 minutes, he laughed loudly and Oh, boy! There is no spiritual value . . . none! Ask me some questions. "Well, what happened?" Iwas wondering, "What is this?" Then it came to me. This is the drug. This is what it does. There was too much to process. It's like trying to listen to music that is just loud. I didn't know what was going on. I wondered if I'd died. I've taken so many psychedelics and nothing like this has ever happened. My nervous system was squashed. My spirit was smashed. "What do you mean by 'spirit'? It sounds to me like you are talking about your self-image, your identity." Well, we could argue about terms. "When I think of spirit, it's the unborn and the undying. That which is before and after and doesn't depend on the body." I'm used to the "I" that is the body, and I can leave that, so it's not dependent on the body. Our conversation seemed to increase his enthusiasm. / saw who Iam at afundamental level. You know sonically or visually there is a certain spectrum that one can tune into that is one's individual self? That was just totally bare and it was there. "Remember . . . this is only half of the big dose." That's afrightening thought. It was my turn: "Now you're getting it!" Did he really want to take twice this amount of DMT? I would rather he quit now than all of us regret it later. "How do you feel about double this dose?" What is the value? How can this experience help me or humankind or my community? IfI had brought back a wonderful truth, that would be I laughed and said, "Well, you've been talking twenty minutes non- stop about 'nothing.'"" However, as he finished up the rating scale, he said, / guess I will complete this study. I'll take the 0.4 and then I'll do the pindolol study. But I don't think Iwill do anymore. I think that the shamans