#dimethyltryptamine secretion

[ogrepoppenangleaksofficial]

NOW THAT THE KEVIN PLUSHE (VERY COOL) IS GOING TO BE MAID. NEXT SECRET PLA NFO OGRE POPPENANG IS......................................

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[angeldustanalog]

the embarrassment. the humiliation. you left it all behind.

screaming into the void, like a fucking. a fucking cuck. a snowflake. reactionary piece of trash. entitled and detached and ignorant.

no one understands self destruction the way that i do. no one. i’m so special, i’m so fucking special. i’m so pretty, sensitive, strong. arent i?

say i’m not special. fucking say it. you won’t.

i am the edgiest boy alive. i have sacrificed my dignity the way that no one else is willing to.

in ways i refuse to show you.

i don’t want you to know the things i have done for praise. for attention.

did i even get what i wanted? it doesn’t matter.

most people don’t know, they can’t imagine. i explain some of the things i do as a litmus test. they lose their goddamn minds. i excuse myself quietly.

i have debased myself in the ways i have because i am not real, i am not a person. that was decided years ago. it doesn’t hold any weight now. it’s just the truth of the matter.

i tell them i don’t feel like a person, and i guess hope that they disagree. and they don’t. mostly they don’t. i don’t remember a counter argument. i have always been this way.

borrowing time is not the same as having time. it’s not a longer life. it’s an extension of the dmt trip that even the most straightedge among us are treated to when we die.

do they even appreciate it?

give their dimethyltryptamine to me. give it here. i deserve it. i fucking deserve it.

i am the prince of styro cuts and duct tape stitches, butterflies that have long since degraded.

not by necessity, but by the way my mother looks at me when i say something she doesn’t like. the fatalities in her gaze, the miscarriages. i don’t know if she knows that i can see them too.

the way that it’s assumed i could just get past this, if only i tried harder. its not that i don’t know that’s what they think.

how am i supposed to tell people? i know what happens. i know. when i film the things i care about? my plushie friends? when i film the bugs, when i film the trash accumulating?

when i film the fire hazards? the spray paint and the hairspray and the candles lighting my anxious gaze?

when i film the neurological symptoms i am developing from the substances i cannot just decide to stop indulging in? vomiting so hard i taste fresh blood? its not from my stomach. it’s from the screaming.

when i film the lesions on my skin? i don’t want them to tell anyone else but i wonder what would happen if they did.

they aren’t healing the way they should be. the staff tell me i can go to the ER if i feel like it. i don’t understand what that means. my life coach tells me to go right now now, to get antibiotics or i could lose my arm, if things went really sideways. the staff don’t really have an opinion. they just want me to be medically ok. it’s easier for them if i’m ok. i want so desperately to be ok.

but i don’t want to go to the doctor, but i don’t want to lose an arm. i don’t want to deal with this. i don’t know what this is.

what about the other residents? what about the people who don’t have someone on the outside? what business do i even have to wonder? how could i even help them?

it’s best not to think about.

when i film how rapidly these symptoms progress? when i smile and look as cute as i ever have? cuter, even? as sick as i ever have? will that be ok?

what if it’s attributed to mental retardation? what if it’s my fault? brain damage? what if it’s all my fault? what if it’s all my fucking fault? it’s always my fault.

what if my brain doesn’t make me see things? what if my delusions aren’t bizarre?

what if my brain tells me that the half note shift in the way you say my name is indicative of a plan to abandon me? what if the way you can’t keep track of my pronouns is a secret message?

what if im wrong and they are all just genuinely trying their best?

what if they think they understand? but they don’t? what if they don’t at all? who else could it be? i’m at the top level of privilege. i can leave campus alone. i can sign out, for up to 3 hours. i am Successful.

do they know? do they know the accolades i have achieved?

that any amount of detachment is better than physically destroying my neurons? better than submitting to a level system to determine my human rights?

any amount of space between me and the way i want to feel? even if that was the 1:1 reason, would that make it ok?

no one tears themselves to pieces, the way that i do. no one doesn’t care, like me. not without help. and, oh god, did they help.

i always have another choice. i always have other options. this is not insanity. if it was just insanity, then things must be reevaluated.

things beyond my sadomasochism? do you want to eschew that as an explanation? do you want that level of chaos in your world? you couldn’t even attribute it to sex.

it might have been, years ago. but the situation has evolved. i don’t know if they noticed. i did. it makes sense to me, but i don’t have to like it.

i became a person, i became a light green little sprig of cellulose. the stem of a crocus. the spine of an angel. easy to crush, infinitely replaceable.

they tore me limb from limb. they did not ask.

you did. i asked if that was what you were doing to me and you told me it was not.

these fragments of me, these parts of me are intertwined. to pull on one is to shift them all, if not to topple. i am not a mountain. i am a tower, out of place in my timeline. beautiful, dirty, rich. a pile of rubble. glistening, expensive rubble.

i do not hard shift. i do not understand the way that the ones inside me are. you have to kill me, kill everyone. they don’t make sense. they resist making sense. they want to confuse, they want it more than anything.

prime has decided, we have agreed it’s his choice. to be explicable is to be too kind.

we would rather die. he would rather die. i would rather. who? it doesn’t matter.

to be these different things is not reconcilable. i can take care of them, we can, he can, it can, i can manage these auras.

you should know that i am hurtling towards impact. do with that what you will.

it’s just a simple matter of giving up the only thing that makes life worth living.

how hard can that be?

redacted only left their entire support system. 95% of their friends, their psychiatrist, therapist.

i only left the fraying infrastructure behind. surely that would strengthen it, right?

all of this was my decision. all of this was my call. angel wasn’t here. he didn’t exist yet. neither did prime.

prime isn’t even the reason.

some parts rotten, some parts on the cusp of thriving. i cut them all, do you even understand?

i have no way to end this. none of us do. i don’t know anything about this post. i won’t remember. who is i. i don’t know. we don’t know. frameworks. what fucking ever. don’t ask about this. it won’t go well.

[forbiddenroots]

Spirituality of the Brain: Pineal Gland, Kundalini, and Parietal Cortex

The human brain is a complex and fascinating organ that plays a critical role in every aspect of our lives. From controlling our thoughts, emotions, and behaviors to regulating our bodily functions, the brain is truly extraordinary. In recent years, there has been growing interest in exploring the connection between brain health and spiritual well-being, with a focus on specific brain regions such as the pineal gland, kundalini energy, and the parietal cortex.

The pineal gland, often referred to as the "third eye," is a small endocrine gland located in the center of the brain. It is believed to be involved in the production of melatonin, which regulates sleep-wake cycles, as well as the secretion of dimethyltryptamine (DMT), a powerful hallucinogenic compound associated with spiritual experiences. To support the health of the pineal gland, individuals can engage in practices such as meditation, spending time in nature, and reducing exposure to artificial light at night.

Kundalini energy is a form of primal energy believed to be coiled at the base of the spine, ready to be awakened and rise through the chakras to achieve spiritual enlightenment. The kundalini energy is thought to activate specific brain regions associated with heightened awareness, creativity, and higher consciousness. Practices such as yoga, meditation, breathwork, and chanting are commonly used to awaken and cultivate kundalini energy.

The parietal cortex, located near the top of the brain, is involved in sensory processing, spatial awareness, and attention. It is also associated with a sense of self and the experience of ego dissolution during spiritual practices. Strengthening the parietal cortex can be achieved through activities that engage the senses, such as mindfulness meditation, body scans, and sensory integration exercises.

In addition to specific brain regions, there are key ways to promote overall brain health and support spiritual development. These include regular exercise, a balanced diet rich in antioxidants and omega-3 fatty acids, adequate sleep, stress management techniques, and cognitive stimulation through activities like reading, learning new skills, and practicing mindfulness.

Overall, by nurturing our brain health and exploring practices that enhance our spiritual connections, we can tap into the incredible potential of the human brain and cultivate a deeper sense of purpose, well-being, and transcendence in our lives.

[healthandomeremedies]

Title: The Pineal Guard: Unveiling the Mysteries of the Pineal Gland

Introduction

The human body is a marvel of intricate design, harboring numerous organs and systems that work tirelessly to sustain life. Among these, the pineal gland stands out as a fascinating and enigmatic structure nestled deep within the brain. Often referred to as the "third eye" or the "seat of the soul" by mystics and spiritualists, the pineal gland has captivated the imagination of scientists, philosophers, and artists alike for centuries.

Located near the center of the brain, the pineal gland is a small, pine cone-shaped gland that plays a crucial role in regulating various physiological functions, including sleep-wake cycles, mood, and reproductive hormones. Despite its small size, this gland holds immense significance in both scientific and esoteric realms.

Scientifically, the pineal gland produces melatonin, a hormone that regulates the body's circadian rhythms and sleep-wake cycles. Its function as the body's internal clock has been extensively studied and understood. However, beyond its role in regulating sleep, the pineal gland has been shrouded in mystery, with its full range of functions and capabilities yet to be fully elucidated.

One of the most intriguing aspects of the pineal gland is its association with spirituality and consciousness. Across various cultures and spiritual traditions, the pineal gland is believed to be the gateway to higher states of consciousness and spiritual awakening. Ancient civilizations revered the pineal gland as the seat of the soul, attributing mystical and transcendental properties to this enigmatic gland.

In Hinduism, the pineal gland is symbolized by the "third eye," representing inner vision, intuition, and enlightenment. Similarly, in ancient Egyptian mythology, the pineal gland was associated with the Eye of Horus, symbolizing spiritual insight and divine wisdom.

The philosopher René Descartes famously described the pineal gland as the "principal seat of the soul" and proposed that it served as the point of connection between the physical body and the mind. While Descartes' theories have been largely discredited in modern neuroscience, the metaphorical significance of the pineal gland persists, fueling speculation about its role in consciousness and spiritual experience.

In recent years, scientific interest in the pineal gland has experienced a resurgence, spurred by advances in neuroimaging techniques and molecular biology. Researchers are exploring the gland's role in modulating mood, cognition, and even mystical experiences. Some studies suggest that the pineal gland may produce endogenous psychedelic compounds, such as DMT (N,N-Dimethyltryptamine), which are implicated in altered states of consciousness and spiritual experiences.

Despite these intriguing findings, much about the pineal gland remains shrouded in mystery. The complex interplay between its physiological functions and its purported role in consciousness and spirituality continues to defy easy explanation. The pineal gland stands as a testament to the profound interconnectedness of science and spirituality, inviting further exploration and contemplation.

In conclusion, the pineal gland remains a fascinating and enigmatic structure within the human brain. While its physiological functions are relatively well-understood, its role in consciousness and spirituality continues to intrigue and inspire. Whether viewed through the lens of science or spirituality, the pineal gland continues to captivate the human imagination, beckoning us to unravel its mysteries and unlock the secrets of the mind

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[iy0v]

Beyond Matter

Part 2: Awakening to the veiled realms, reconnaissance with its inhabitants

It is no secret to those who have taken, what can be roughly labeled, as a mystical path, that unprecedented revelations are inevitably made in such pursuits.

The journey of letting go of the ego-consciousness, and working instead on perceiving and understanding the hidden realms beyond is a process that is inherently characterized by encountering new set of realms, yet most importantly to this topic, a good number of seemingly autonomous and sapient immaterial entities, whose shapes are seen through to the extent of one’s perceptional capabilities, at least for the duration of the experience.

Building on what we covered in the previous part of this dissertation, the empirical approach to knowledge, as it has been steadily taking a dogmatic stance about its self-conceived notion of supremacy to other approaches; is still largely limited to what is yet to be uncovered, especially in the realms of vibrations, energies and frequencies. These are uncharted territories to say the least.

Given the latter, the foundations of this matter, or lack thereof, is built unconventionally on subjective, non-sensorial, pro-intuitive, immaterial, yet mental, direct experience. There are distinguishable cases of notable figures, mainly scientists, who owe their discoveries and inventions to their apriori direct experience of their respective contribution to humanity. We are talking specifically here of individuals who, in their altered state of consciousness, in the heat of the moment, perceived through their activated, let’s say, inner eye, the concept or image to which they were able to later prove and demonstrate such to mankind. These are states of mind which can be either accessed through endogenous techniques, like deep meditation, breathing techniques, mindful repetition of specific words, etc. or through consuming specific plants or fungi that act as external activators and catalyzers of a neuro-electrified state, namely and exclusively psychedelic substances, such as N,N-Dimethyltryptamine (present across many life forms, from trees to human lungs), or psilocybin mushrooms, which mainly act as inhibitors to specific perception neurotransmitters that ultimately calm down the standard ego-consciousness, while awakening instead parts that were once asleep or deactivated within the brain, as neuroscience has shown lately. This alteration of cognitive function through both means, internal and external, allows for the perception of stimuli that has always been there, yet is not generally perceivable through the base-level consciousness. As a consequence of this unprecedented shift in parameters of perception, one can easily fathom mind-baffling contrasts and reach fresh-off-the-boat insights, to say the least. As the brain is estimated to have around a 80 billion neurons, give or take, the possibilities become virtually even exponentially limitless. The number of matrices and intertwining interactions between these cells allow for near infinite number of perceptions and subsequent understandings. This is the true blessing given to mankind.

Approaching this topic from a purely observational approach, the keen student of knowledge sees that certain autonomous consolidations of energies or values, embodied in the form of entities, inhabit such non-physical realities, without a doubt to their perceptive faculties. The observation soon follows how these entities, match near-perfectly the same qualitative descriptions of reports from other students of knowledge who decided to take the same spiritual, introverted, scholarly path.

In the realities of the subconscious, and even deeper, in the unconscious, the eye can’t help but admit and validate the sight of the forces respective to their realms. The entities, in more detail, present themselves in fantastical forms, adhering to natural geometric shapes, often based on fractal design, to the extent and limit of what human perception is capable of.

Some entities are aware of your presence, some are not.

Some choose to communicate, and some choose to remain silent.

More relatably, some emit a perceived energy of good intentions, and some smell of malevolence light years away.

Some are jokers, others are magicians.

Some are allies, others are sworn enemies before the day mankind was born.

Some choose to help you, some choose to misguide you, some may even dare to enslave you, seeking your devoutness and worship.

Some claim to be consolidation of energy that inspires war, others claim love.

Some claim to be the archetype of the hunter, others of the tradesman.

Some dare to claim godhood of this, some of that.

Those who saw, saw many who were convinced of their claims, and fell to their seduction. It is thus established for the witness that a separate power struggle exists beyond the veil. In these deep states of consciousness, it is established and reaffirmed by those who experienced, that the perception of these immaterial entities is a psychological fact, an inescapable reality.

It all clicks when these archetypes present themselves across different, sometimes unconnected cultures and civilizations, such as the Flood, an archetypal event that transcends across cultures that were isolated from one another, from Mesoamerica to Mesopotamia, all the way to the Indus valley. You have stories of the serpent rising from primordial waters of chaos, and the king that comes to establish order. You have the lovers, the hero and the trickster. Such forces are observed to innately seek a vessel for their expression, which is a nice way of saying, to seek a body to possess, while other archetypes may seek more consensual way to express their will. Others seek to observe from a distance an maintain a state of isolationism.

But it surely doesn’t end here, does it?

The mental realm of archetypes is only the tip of the iceberg, in a way. Something deeper lies, more powerful, yet more consequential.

- Iyov

[thepeoplesdruid]

The Pineal Gland or Third Eye, Meditative State and Spiritual Experiences

Where mainstream science deems that the Pineal Gland has very little to do with the Spiritual experience the fact is that they are coming at it all wrong, they are only looking at the singular.

The pineal gland is a small structure inside the brain that influences the sleep cycle and meditative states by secreting the hormone melatonin. It is this melatonin along with the lungs producing DMT (The Spirit Molecule) that the human can experience the Spirit Worlds through meditation.

While meditating the focus on deep breathing for a period of time creates a powerful psychoactive substance called N,N-dimethyltryptamine (DMT) or Spirit Molecule in the lungs. The DMT is then transported throughout the body, including the brain by the bloodstream. As the Pineal Gland produces melatonin that relaxes the body and heart rate so the DMT is able to produce a longer lasting effect on the brain. This is why when the human is in a deep meditative state, the human comes out not realizing the amount of time that has past due to the melatonin.

Regular sleep and meditation is the key to Pineal Gland good health. Should the Pineal Gland begin to function abnormally, a number of problems may result. If the Pineal Gland is not able to produce sufficient amounts of melatonin, a person could experience insomnia, anxiety, low Thyroid hormone production (hypothyroidism), menopause symptoms, or intestinal hyperactivity. If the Pineal Gland produces too much melatonin, a person could experience low blood pressure, abnormal function of the Adrenal and Thyroid Glands, or Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). SAD is a depressive disorder that some individuals experience during the winter months, when sunlight is minimal.

So if you are experiencing any of the above symptoms you should consult your Doctor.

Meditation is not just for the Spiritual, but is a great way to promote good brain health. 

If you have any questions about the above please feel free to contact me. May Peace and Light be upon you all.

Arawn

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[chilicatconspiracy]

etoliated

one evening the last leaf on a tree began explaining how silly humans can choose to be..  snoozing under cielings, missing the sight of a nights sky... ive often heard plants poke at how a lack of day time might be reducing my height and while i relay this rhyme i sit here looking at some indoor plants reaching past the bulbs to grab the wider spectrum and get more sun light.    so i sort of take this all as a sign..

the key to communication with the vegetable kingdom is in learning how to listen with your vision.  you see when you listen.    its been a while since i varied my vision so please bare with me my fellow visionary.....

ingredients

4 part dried passion vine leaf

4 part dimethyltryptamine extract(pure or wide spectrum.. i prefer wide...)

3 part harmala of your choice(harmine or full spectrum seems ideal)

i like a little lemon balm, datura metel and others as well.. usually around 12..  secret recipe..  no i wont tell..  and neither will you if you ever get the chance to...

 infuse leaves with DeMonsTer however you prefer.. 

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there are likely countless ways to go about this..  this is just one example thats tried and taught successfully..  

practice meditation.. its all in the gaze of the eyes. practically identical to viewing stereograms.  sit in a field of grass.  use a tiny pipe and take small puffs.  gaze crosseyed into the sea of green.

before the bioenergy tendrils are seen...

its sort of a holographic effect..  the infinite chaos becomes the repetition of one pattern.  it can be difficult to sustain at first.  keep practicing.. you should be able to completely immurse yourself in the green leaves like a holographic nest...

its like the ground wakes up...  almost a little unnerving at first

but after this, they will teach you the rest.   

no matter

what path

you choose

they will always teach you the rest.

[dailytechnologynews]

A single inhalation of vapor from dried toad secretion containing 5-methoxy- N, N-dimethyltryptamine (5-MeO-DMT) in a naturalistic setting is related to sustained enhancement of satisfaction with life, mindfulness-related capacities, and a decrement of psychopathological symptoms http://bit.ly/2HaX3tk

[jakeremake]

Dimethyltriptamine - an HP fanfic

The human mind is a wondrous thing. A solid mass of nerve tissue, nothing more, nothing less. Sixteen million neurons, sixteen million synapses, and that is all it is. A collection of atoms. If you were to pull each atom out, one by one, you'd be left with just a giant mass of carbon, and nitrogen, hydrogen and phosphor. But combined together it forms a grey, wrinkled mass that is the very basis of life itself. And enclosed within this mass of cells that control everything, every thought, every memory, every touch, every sight, smell, taste and feeling, but not actually a part of the brain itself, is another mass of cells.

This second mass of cells is surrounded on all sides by a thin layer of tissue, the same sort of tissue that separates the nerves of the spinal chord from the spine itself. Protective tissue. Separating this gland from the brain. The pineal gland-the name for this gland-has had a firm place in mythology. It has been called the third eye, capable of seeing into the future, and indeed, that description is not that far from the truth. In other animals, the gland exists as well, to serve as a light indicator, informing the animal when to sleep, when to awake, regulating the rhythms of the body.

In a human, it has a similar effect. It produces melanin, a common protein. Used in the regulation of sleep. It controls circadian rhythms, and affects the start of puberty. Except, however, in the moment before death. In that second before death, when the heart starts on it's last beat, when the lungs take in their last breath, when the muscles-all of them-relax, when contents of the bowels and bladder are spilled forth, this little gland, enveloped by the brain secretes another chemical – dimethyltryptamine

When this chemical is released, it floods the brain, rather suddenly. The effect it has on the brain is rather interesting. DMT-as it is commonly abbreviated-is a hallucinogenic drug, commonly occurring in other natural sources. Sources, such as the phalaris grass. It is a chemical that is traced back to many Central American shamanic practices because of the intense, profound experience that each user has.

All of this happens in the blink of an eye.

There is the saying that time flies when one is having fun. There is also the thought that time slows down in two situations. One is when one is interminably bored, and the other is when it seems everything is happening at once.

This situation was the latter.

He was sure that the last moments of his life were taking an eternity. He had felt the two fangs pierce his skin. He had felt the sudden rush of air into the skin itself. He had felt the hot blood bubble forth. He had felt it, with each beat of his heart, as it sprayed forward, covering him in sticky, red, wetness. He'd never realized just how dark blood was before. He'd never seen this much of his own blood before.

The floor was solid beneath him, it had surprised him that the floor held that well. That it was able to take the shock of a fully grown man falling on it with nothing more than a cloud of dust. Dust that tickled his nose, and yet he could not sneeze. He felt his fingers scrabbling across the smooth wood, rather against his will. He didn't know why they were doing that, simply that they were.

And suddenly green eyes were standing over him. Briliant green eyes. Green eyes that he would never forget until the day he died. He felt his lips curling up into a smile, but then a lock of black hair fell over them. Black hair, that wasn't right. It was supposed to be red hair. Hair, the color of the sky the moment before the sun dips over the horizon. Black, black was tainted, it was a tainted color, a pained color. Black should not be hanging over those vibrant eyes.

He knew what had to be done. He couldn't go without it. It was selfish of him to do this, and he knew it. Selfish to want to make the boy see his side of the story. He was doing nothing but redeeming himself. But he had spent enough of his life suffering for the boy, he had to make it known why.

Those who have dabbled with using DMT recreationally say that one of the most common signs of the come-up, the beginnings of a DMT expierence, or "trip" is a bright white light above them. And the urge to go towards that light.

He could see it above him. The white light, beckoning for him. So bright. So warm. So inviting. He could feel memories spitting out from him, and he did not know how to control it. The only thing he knew was this warm feeling. He was slightly afraid of it, it couldn't be natural. He felt like he was going to die. He knew he was going to die.

The ceiling above him was changing into a motley of colors. A rainbow, changing and expanding and reforming, and he stared at it transfixed. Gold, bright gold, so pure. And red-red the color of the middle of the fire, where it was giving way to yellow, that brilliant deep red with just the slightest tinge of orange to it. But most of all, that green. The color of grass in the park where they used to play. Such a pretty, pretty green.

A voice was rasping out somewhere. "Take it...take it..." It didn't sound very healthy. It was a gurgle, as if they were drowning. He supposed it would be a nice voice if it wasn't drowning. A deep baritone. But the gasping and the rasping made it rather less aesthetic. Someone should pull him out of the lake, or whatever he was drowning in, lest that smoky voice be lost forever.

They say that in the last second before you die, that one's life flashes before their eyes. Played back as if it is a movie. It is unsure if DMT plays any role in this. While it is a powerful psychadelic, all trip reports on the drug have mentioned everything but this phenomina.

He was vaugely aware, of somewhere in this mess of colors that she was there. She was all he could think about. The first time he saw her-that bright red hair, it had been even brighter in her youth, and those green eyes. Crouched behind a bush, leaves tangling in his hair as he watched her go back and forth and back and forth on the swings. Each strand of hair seeming to get caught separately in the breeze, fanning out behind her like a red carpet, leading up to the greatest star of all.

He smiled up at the image, but it shifted before he could stop it. They were on the train platform now, and she was sobbing, and he wanted to help her. To comfort her. The red of the train was the only thing he had ever seen that could rival her hair. He didn't like this movie. She shouldn't be crying. Those green eyes looked less pretty when surrounded by pink.

Then they were in school, the great stone walls of the castle, everything was happening so fast. It seemed as if they went from first year through seventh so quickly. He was dangling from his ankle, he was seeing the look of pain in those green eyes at the one word that had broken a frienship down. He had seen the eyes that had gone from shining brightly with anger one second suddenly become dull and shadowed the next with the muttering of one word.

He didn't want to watch this anymore. The movie was still playing, fickering around the edges. But he focused instead on the colors. Watching the gold move across the ceiling, and the red shifting out of the way before enveloping the gold. Watching the green pulse and throb, swirling through both other colors with such careless ease.

His eyes flicked back to the movie. There was a hilltop, dark, ominous. He knew this place. This was where he had turned to Dumbledore. This was when he learned that one man could not fix everything. It was too dark, the jet of white light was too blinding. It should have been a jet of green. It should have been a jet of green-a different green than the color of her eyes. a poisoned green. A sickly green.

He didn't like this movie, and he tried to not watch it, but he couldn't help it. There was the sound of scuffling feet, and he wondered where it was coming from. It was almost deafening. And again, the dust tickled his nose and again, he could not sneeze. He just wanted this to be over with. Done.

He watched as he found himself flying back to this place. He liked the flying, it was the one thing he hadn't regretted learning. It was relaxing. It was soothing. To be floating over a black sky that looked like painted velvet, looking down at darkened trees and streets with little lights lit, like stars below insted of above.

And then he was inside, the peeling paint staring back at him. And then there was the Dark Lord. Pale, with tough, leathery skin that seemed to be comprised of scales than smooth dermal cells. And then there were the fangs searing into him again, and he was back here, a plesant warm feeling spreading throughout and growing. And he was flying again.

As one dabbles with certain stronger hallucinogens, there is a certain phenomena known as ego-death. When one's mind becomes seperate from one's body. When the sense of self is completely lost. It is terrifying to those who are not expecting it, and is most often the cause of "bad trips" by those experimenting with psychedelic drugs.

He was so relaxed. So warm. So comfortable. Those green eyes were back again. He wanted nothing more than to see them. To stare at them. They were so incredibly transfixing. He could see each line in them. They went to turn away, and he found himself grabbing the robes, to keep those eyes there. To stare at them. "Look at me" The voice rasped out again.

The robes were soft in his hand. They were finely made. Even covered in dirt and ripped half to shreds they were soft. One of Madame Malkin's better cuts. They felt so nice against his skin. So very nice indeed. They went so well with this nice warm feeling that was spreading through him. He felt like he was in heaven. He certainly was no longer on earth, there was no way he could be on earth with the way he felt. It was as if he was floating.

And he could stare into those green eyes forever. They weren't a pure green though. It was a dark green, an emerald green as the base, shot through with streaks of gold here and there. Gold that sparkled in the sun. He had fallen in love with those eyes. He would give his heart over to those eyes. They were just so-he couldn't find a word to describe them. Not now.

The black hair had stopped existing. The signs of a tainted soul had stopped existing. Somewhere, he was vaguely aware of his grip on the robes relaxing, the soft material slipping through his hands, his hands turning a dark brown as the still-wet blood combined with the dirt on the cloak to turn it into mud. But it did not matter to him. All that mattered were those two emerald orbs. They looked so pretty above him. So shiny. They were like a mobile above a child's crib. So tempting there. So soothing there.

They were the only thing that mattered. He couldn't even feel his body anymore, and he did not care. He had the green in front of him, and the kalidescope on the ceiling. That was all that mattered to him. The colors. The warmth. He didn't need to exist anymore. He didn't need to have a body. He didn't want to have a body, it was only weighing him down.

It is speculated that the release of DMT is an evolutionary adaptation to ease the mind into death. There are noted effects-hallucinations, most notably color shifting-bathing the world in red, gold and green- and the shifting of the perception of time. Making it seem as if one moment lasts for eternity. It is speculated to prepare the mind, and the soul, for the afterlife, making the transition from living to nonliving as easy on the mind as possible.

He felt as though he was floating, higher and higher towards the sky. Towards that wonderful blend of colors on the ceiling. There was red. There was gold. And most of all, there was that bright vibrant green. He was reaching for the green. The green was the most important of them all. It was so bright, so important. It was the only thing that mattered anymore.

He just kept floating further and further up, until the green was all around him. Wrapping around him like a safe, secure blanket. Keeping him warm. He was safe in the green. He was safe. He was protected. He felt as if he were coming home to a place he had left long ago. And for the first time that he could remember in more years than he could count, he was happy.

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Huge Hidden Chambers and Passageways Being Studied at the Chavín de Huántar Site in Peru

Archaeologists have found hidden passageways and galleries inside the Chavín de Huántar in Peru. These were probably used for religious rituals using psychedelic drugs. Sensory deprivation and religious chambers were in the larger galleries. "These are stone-lined passageways, corridors, rooms, cells, and niches, big enough to walk through, roofed with stone beams.” Built in stages between 1200 BCE-200 BCE. 36 galleries and their associated passageways have now been found at Chavín de Huántar over 15 years of excavations. The latest network was detected only a few years ago and was not explored until this year. They were found in 2019. The complex was a center for the Chavin culture. The site is 10,000 feet high and the largest Chavin religious site.

Passageways led to a main gallery with two ritual stone bowls, one decorated as a condor. The two bowls were probably used to grind psychedelic drugs. There was a tradition in Chavín to inhale hallucinogenic snuff made from seed pods of the vilca tree, which contain a powerful hallucinogenic substance that includes dimethyltryptamine, or DMT. Major excavations wil begin soon. 

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Huge Hidden Chambers and Passageways Being Studied at the Chavín de Huántar Site in Peru

Archaeologists have found hidden passageways and galleries inside the Chavín de Huántar in Peru. These were probably used for religious rituals using psychedelic drugs. Sensory deprivation and religious chambers were in the larger galleries. "These are stone-lined passageways, corridors, rooms, cells, and niches, big enough to walk through, roofed with stone beams.” Built in stages between 1200 BCE-200 BCE. 36 galleries and their associated passageways have now been found at Chavín de Huántar over 15 years of excavations. The latest network was detected only a few years ago and was not explored until this year. They were found in 2019. The complex was a center for the Chavin culture. The site is 10,000 feet high and the largest Chavin religious site.

Passageways led to a main gallery with two ritual stone bowls, one decorated as a condor. The two bowls were probably used to grind psychedelic drugs. There was a tradition in Chavín to inhale hallucinogenic snuff made from seed pods of the vilca tree, which contain a powerful hallucinogenic substance that includes dimethyltryptamine, or DMT. Major excavations wil begin soon. Live Science has the report here:

https://www.livescience.com/secret-passages-ancient-temple-peruvian-andes

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Seeing the things that are not there in reality, hearing sounders which are not produced at that moment are generally considered as hallucination. Additionally, there are few drugs which can cause hallucination and are called hallucinogens. LSD, Mascaline, and DMT are its popular examples.

However, there are many more of these.

Classification of hallucinogen: -

Here hallucinogens are classified of the basis on their chemical structure and receptors they acts on

Psychedelics - It acts on the serotonin H2TA receptors and triggers unusual states of consciousness. Psychedelics literally means soul/mind manifestation as one feels as he/she has lost his/her subjective self identity. Some of the examples of it have been discussed further:

A.          LSD - Lysergic acid diethylamide is collected from the fungus Claviceps purpurea, which is an agonist of dopamine and serotonin receptors. It triggers the receptors to secrete more dopamine and serotonin. They are considered to be non addictive but while a person is intoxicated they will see different worlds as if there are lots of colorful strips and magical shapes moving around them, they will hear voices that are not even there; it would be more like a kaleidoscopic sight. Even though it is banned in many countries, scientists are still experimenting on it as this psychoactive drug can provide treatment for incurable diseases like PTSD, depressive disorders and many more.

B.          Psilocin - Commonly known as DMT (N,N- Dimethyltryptamine). It is excreted from mushrooms. It causes hallucinations, illusions, delusions, and unrealistic perceptions. But most importantly it is known for its mystical experiences; which includes loss of one’s own self like the one which a person experiences in meditation, ineffability - not able to express feelings in words, deep feeling of positivity - joy, pleasure, euphoria.

C.          Mescaline -  it is a psychoactive drug obtained from various species of cactus. It gives hallucinosis experience and it could be in both ways by open eyes or closed eyes but with closed yes experience becomes much better. It can enhance the feeling of euphoria if music is added at that moment. Person might even forget the trace of time while going through intoxication. Just like other psychedelics it also works on various receptors of dopamine and shows the symptoms discussed above. The major affected area of the brain is the peripheral nervous system.

Dissociative - this type of hallucinogen is different from the above one as it creates dissociation of a person from oneself as well as reality and also distorts perception of sight and sound. The most affected areas of it are dopamine and/or opioid system. Its effects are the feeling of euphoria, and as mentioned above depersonalization and derealization. These are used in medical usage too such as; ketamine is used as anesthesia to dilate bronchus as well as increases blood pressure. It can also be used as a sedative in emergency medical circumstances. Another object is nitrous oxide which is generally known as laughing gas; it is generally used as a pain reliever in situations like childbirth, trauma or during surgeries. Other than its medical usage it can give euphoria and create hallucinations for one.

Deliriet - This usually refers to  anticholinergics which block the action of acetylcholine neurotransmitter’s action. It can be easily found from the plants datura and brugmansia. The examples of it are discussed below:

Atropine - It is a prescribed medicine used to treat bradycardia (slow heart beats). It shows some side effects such as constipation, tachycardia (fast heart beat), dry mouth and many more.

Diphenhydramine (Benadryl) - it is used in treating allergies, insomnia, common cold, tremors in Parkinson and also to cure nausea. After having it a person becomes totally unresponsive and would only respond to extreme stimuli such as extreme pain. Its higher dose can cause agitated delirium that includes aggressive behavior, hyperthermia, and extreme physical strength which could be fatal for a person in some cases.

It is still a matter of study how this drug specifically causes this kind of hallucinations.