Weird. A cultural inhibition? Something about a difficult buy-in. I couldn’t do that before, it hadn’t sank in. Reading up on shamanising, the whole acknowledging spirits and stuff in preparation. Where were they to thank? I didn’t feel them. And with Ancestral [Worship]; nah... belongs to them that are uncivilized only. None of that me using smoke to thank anything. Cleanse… In offering… That kind of "stuff", just didn’t seem to be in my genes. well, that is... until this weekend. So they were there all right. For some reason feigning confusion seems to be our attempt at making it make sense. Spirit huh? Spooks? You end up in the loony bin.

There's just no word in the dictionary for it, no "sensible" explanation. So instead deny it. And as the voices in your head get louder. More insistent. Continue with the denial, rather suck up a new theory [or is that theorem?]. Validity is the province of really loud speakers [not of ardent seekers]. Is it possible to step back, even if for just one minute. Just long enough for a what if? What if those exotic primitive superstitions, being practiced for just about as long as we’ve been here, turned out to have something going for them? And so suspend disbelief, give it a chance, let it happen. Do it again whilst under the influence of psilocybin...

Maybe it was just a case of taking it for granted. Nothing at all to do with cultural conditioning. We all dream after all. This world is similar to that. The only difference being consciousness. So... be prepared to sleep when you wake up. You manage to achieve this, maybe chemically induced*. Then there it is, a strange new alien landscape. One that is seriously inhabited, all over the place, and with alllll sorts. At this point there might be a question; how the hell does one navigate it. Well, you remember those things that felt silly for you to even try to do, something like along the lines of you being the only guy in the class, whose mother insisted you take up a class of ballet? Maybe its time to revisit that…

It all seems to make sense now, suddenly. They did have something going for them. It wasn’t just primitive nat(ural)ive speak. The butterfly flapping its wings could indeed have an impact as big as a cyclone (even if it was just “over there”). And to get “over there”? A double entrée. It could be in your genes, something to do with drumming. Some say there are “spirits”, that can show you. I think this is true, and there are places you can find them. And then you need to eat them. And then no doubts. No doubts anymore.

*Eat them. Are you what you eat? Every cell in your body, every molecule, comprised of nourishment. Molecules made up of other molecules. Other molecules sourced from “elsewhere”. Space I guess. From thin air. Imagine that. The mao enzyme is a product of evolution. It got started from what we ate. Imagine it got created when our diet expanded. Imagine that all of this was quite recent. You can see that it could be because the food you are not allowed to eat if you disable it are not just common place, they are new types of food. Imagine that the mao enzyme was not around before that.

We know that dmt is not orally active. You need to disable the mao before you consume it before it has an effect. Dmt is in a lot of things. Things we might have survived on before our diet expanded. Imagine at that point we had no mao, that the dmt was at that time, naturally orally active. Fancyfool I suppose. But if it was like that, how often were our ancestors tripping? Permanently? Might that explain the development of a spirit world? And psychological production?

It didn’t take me long of using a “spirit guide” to establish what feels like quite a solid connection with something that until now, was perceived as some kind of nonexistent cultural specific aberration. I could propose an entirely new theory [or is that theorem?]. Hell, I could even align myself with convincing recounts of alien abduction. There would be a lot of theory that I could throw into both of them, lots of stuff to keep one preoccupied. But for now I think maybe the primitives actually had something going for them.

It’s them I need to look towards for guidance right now. It seems they were more right than the guy down the road, selling salvation to them “that were chosen”, and calling any alternatives a very bad case of demon possession. It’s them that blow on stuff with smoke, chasing away the evil spirits. Them that say it’s possible, to strike up a conversation with everything - trees, animals, water. Rocks. They were trying to tell us all along, it’s not listening that’s a modern introduction.