re: Tell Me About The DMT Elves? What's your theory?

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If you think this is cool, check out the near death experience stories on YouTube. There are a few channels. Pretty much every NDE story has similarities.

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Because something occurs in the brain - physically - at the moment of death or assured perception of death.

I hope it’s comforting, but it’s not evidence for other dimensions or an afterlife.

I've done DMT probably a dozen times and never seen elves. I did basically have this weird moment where I was on the other side of my living room looking at myself sitting on the couch once

Most of those times it was not a large dose, a couple times, however, I went deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

I recommend it to everyone. I also am a first hand testifier to the positive impact of LSD and psilocybin on depression and anxiety in controlled regular, intermittent micro doses. Truly amazing. It'll be extremely widespread soon. PGA golfers are even doing it.

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You need to do a shamanistic amount of dmt. Don’t just dip your toes in it. Safe place with guides.

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I've done this twice. No elves

It was very enlightening though.

It's the spiritual molecule, man. It will solve all your problems. Except for that whole mother-in-law thing.

Like I would know. I last smoked pot (yes that's how I say it) in 1987.

I think it's dabbling in occult/spiritual realms we should have no part of.

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Alrighty then, picture this, if you will
10 to 2 a.m., X, Yogi DMT and a box of Krispy Kremes
In my need-to-know post just outside of Area 51
Contemplating the whole "Chosen People" thingy
When just a flaming stealth banana split the sky
Like one would hope, but never really expect to see in a place like this Cutting right angle donuts on a dime
And stopping right on my Birkenstocks, and me yelping
"Holy fricking shite!"
Then the X-Files being
Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips
And breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa
Did a slo-mo Matrix descent out of the butt-end of the banana vessel
And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw
My sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was
"I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fricking pants!"
So light in his way, like an apparition
He had me crying out "frick me, it's gotta be
The Deadhead Chemistry
The blotter got right on top of me
Got me seeing E-motherfricking-T!"
And after calming me down with some Orange slices and some fetal spooning
E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose
He said, "You are The Chosen One
The One who will deliver the message
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
And a warning for those who do not"
Me, The Chosen One?
They chose me!
And I didn't graduate from frickin' high school
You better listen
Then he looked right through me with somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know what that means, must remember to write it down
This is so real, like the time Dave floated away
See, my heart is pounding 'cause this shite never happens to me
Can't breathe right now, it was so real
Like I woke up in Wonderland, all sort of terrifying
I don't wanna be all alone when I tell this story
And can anyone tell me why you all sound like Peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real, finally, it's my lucky day
See, my heart is racing 'cause this shite never happens to me
Can't breathe right now
You believe me, don't you?
Please believe what I just said
See, The Dead ain't touring and this wasn't all in my head
See, they took me by the hand and invited me right in
Then they showed me something, I don't even know where to begin
Strapped down to my bed, feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head, am I alive, am I dead?
Can't remember what they said
Goddamn, shite the bed!
High, high High-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh High-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh
High, high, hallelujah Halleluh, hallelujah, halleluh
Overwhelmed, as one would be, placed in my position
Such a heavy burden now to be
The One Born to bear and read to all the details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see
But I forgot my pen
shite the bed again
Typical Strapped down in my bed, feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head, am I alive, am I dead?
Sunkist and Sudafed, gyroscopes and infrared
Won't help, I'm braindead, can't remember what they said
Goddamn, shite the bed!
I can't remember what they said to me
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero
Bob, help me
Can't remember what they said
Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Don't know, won't know Goddamn, shite the bed!

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