Harvest lots of 5-MEO-DMT
From Infictive
As you take those first several big puffs inwardly of the semi-sweet and shiny metallic tasting smoke, reality fades into perfect geometric placement of all surrounding physical objects. The Godhead let's you know everything is alright. It questions why you are so sad and empathizes completely, restoring your wholeness in the process. When you come out you can't stop shaking from the resonant information download for over 30 or so minutes. You drink water to try to come down, hoping fluoridation will press the "stop" button on your pineal gland so you may properly parse the information you just received. Ultimately in reflection you think "Damn, we gotta smoke more of this stuff. It's the shit!"
