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And what they meant was: use your voice to make an object.
And as I understood I felt a bubble kind of grow inside of me.
And I watched these little elf tikes jumping in and out of my chest
(they liked to do that to reassure you),
And they said, Do it!
And I felt language rise up in me that was unhooked from English
And I began to speak like this:
Eeeoo ded hwauopsy mectoph, mectagin dupwoxin,
moi phoi wops eppepepekin gitto phepsy demego doi aga
din a doich demoi aga donc heedey obectdee doohueana.
(Or words to that effect).
And I wondered then what it all meant, and why it felt so good
(if it didnt mean anything).
And I thought about it a few years, actually, and I decided, you know,
That meaning and language are two different things.
And that what the alien voice in the
psychedelic experience wants to reveal
Is the syntactical nature of reality.
That the real secret of magic, is that the world is made of words,
And that if you know the words that the world is made of,
You make of it, whatever you wish!
Eh moi dea doi phegenheggo...
And one of the things that I learned about DMT,
Was that, if you ever had it,
even just once, then you can have a dream.
And in this dream somebody will pull out a little glass pipe,
And then it will happen.
It will happen just like the real thing.
Because theres a button somewhere inside each and
every one of us that gives you a look into the other side.
And that's the button that resets the compass
That tells you where you want to sail.
Good luck!