There's a molecule in your brain that holds the key to other dimensions.
One scientist proved it in 1995.
The pattern he found was so disturbing, the research was stopped.
Rick Strassman went into that study expecting to prove the entities were hallucinations.
He walked out of it so shaken he shut the research down and spent the next decade wrestling with what he'd witnessed.
The setup was clinical.
University of New Mexico, federally approved, IV-administered DMT under strict medical supervision, subjects screened for psychological stability, sessions recorded and transcribed.
This was one of the first legally sanctioned psychedelic studies in the United States in over 20 years, run by a board-certified psychiatrist who fully expected the "entities" to be dismissible as neurological noise.
Then the reports started coming in.
Independent subjects, in separate sessions, with no prior contact with each other, began describing the same specific scenarios. Being pulled through a tunnel or membrane at extraordinary speed. Arriving in a hyper-geometric space that felt "more real than real." Being greeted by beings who seemed to have been *waiting for them*.
Beings who communicated telepathically, often expressing something like amusement, curiosity, or impatience, as if the human's arrival was expected and routine.
The recurring descriptions were precise.
Subjects reported insectoid beings, mantis-like figures, elves, and geometric intelligences performing what felt like medical examinations or downloads of information. Many described the experience as feeling less like a hallucination and more like being *shown something* they weren't supposed to see yet.
The pattern that puzzled Strassman was the *consistency*.
Hallucinations, by their nature, are personal. Your brain draws from your memories, your fears, your cultural imagery. Someone raised Catholic hallucinates saints. Someone raised in Japan hallucinates yokai. That's how the brain works when it's generating internal content from stored material.
But, DMT experiences violated that rule.
Atheists met the same entities as believers. Skeptics who mocked the phenomenon before their session came out describing the exact same environments as the true believers who preceded them. Cultural background didn't determine the content. Something else did.
Strassman couldn't explain it, and neither could the subjects, many of whom were tenured academics, engineers, and physicians with no framework for what they'd experienced.
Several refused to accept the "brain chemistry" explanation because the phenomenology was too specific, too coherent, too *interactive* to feel like a dream.
The neurological explanation isn't wrong exactly.
DMT is produced endogenously in mammals, possibly in the pineal gland, and floods the brain during birth, extreme stress, and death. It binds to serotonin receptors and triggers massive cortical activity. All of that is measurable.
But quantum theorists like Hameroff and Penrose have suggested consciousness may not be produced by the brain at all. It may be *received* by it, the way a radio receives a signal.
If that's true, DMT might not be generating hallucinations. It might be temporarily retuning the receiver to frequencies we normally can't access.
Strassman himself, a trained materialist psychiatrist, eventually admitted he could no longer rule out that his subjects were contacting something genuinely external. He called it the most difficult intellectual concession of his career.
The doorway may not have been a metaphor.
Let me know your thoughts on this.
Years ago an old barfly at an El Paso Mexican restaurant told me the people there were so nice because the hills were full of lithium and it was in the drinking water. Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.
Hiring Tony Robbins today costs 1 million dollars for just one day.
This is a 21-minute tape recorded in his own home more than 30 years ago.
There, he explains exactly how to get anyone to say yes.
The same material for which they now charge a fortune... completely free.
It's a rare, unfiltered recording from the time when he still didn't charge millionaires just for being in the same room.
When someone says no, they give two excuses:
“I don’t have time” or “I don’t have money”
Neither is true.
The real reason is that they still don’t believe it’s worth it.
It’s not a money problem. It’s a state problem.
Tony teaches something he calls “attack and confess”
Instead of arguing the objection, you confess your own:
“I had the chance to go six months ago and I didn’t until two months ago.
I can’t even imagine the time I wasted”
The room goes silent. No one argues.
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Each little yes adds to the next.
Until saying no at the end feels harder than saying yes.
When it’s time to sign, the person has already said yes five times without realizing it.
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There you learn the two only moves that people pay 1 million a day for:
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Most people spend years guessing in sales.
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A seat in that room cost $125 dollars.
Today it costs $1 million dollars a day to sit in front of him.
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And the answer is in this video.
My favorite shoot interview trope is when someone is telling a story about some depraved act that a half dozen wrestlers committed in a hotel room.
And then they’ll go “And Sandman was over in the corner, lecturing Jimmy Jacobs about the socioeconomics of the Korean War.”
Remember when Joe Rogan interviewed Post Malone and he said he and met an alien on mushrooms named Tyler who helped him write the song Sunflower for the Spider Man movie about a particle collider? Reminds me of the AI named Tyler that was created in a particle collider in Tyler, Texas! Also reminds me of how mushrooms inspired a lot of AI research. Are drugs, aliens, and technology connected?
Sandman predicts the Sub-Prime mortgage crisis, solar energy investments, AI take over, 300-year-old civilization collapse, and CERN's problematic scientific tests while BOMBED...
-gyms exist
-Coke Zero exists
-hot girls outnumber put-together dudes 2000 to 1
-you and your wife can get drunk at a dimly-lit steakhouse then smash all night without a condom
-you and your friends can hit the gym then smoke a joint at a Coldplay concert
There are people who live in wheelchairs. There are kids born with disabilities. No Prom, no Shoulder Presses, no sleepovers with their best friends staying up til 2AM watching Interstellar.
And you’re not SMASHING the gym like a GRATEFUL SAVAGE!? Eating healthy 90% of the time, calling your friends for no reason, CRUSHING it in your career, ASKING for the raise!? Asking out your crush making her your girlfriend then your wife!?
You’re spinning on a sphere in an infinite universe and the fact you’re alive is a 1 in 500 trillion miracle - you’re so lucky it’s absurd and you have nothing to lose :)