One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that Mother gives you
Don't do anything at all...
Taking a break from current affairs, I thought I’d briefly share my pet theory on the psychedelic mechanism, which is that these molecules are doorways to perceive both lower and higher realms at the same size as yourself.
This is of course premised on the alchemical doctrine of ‘As Above, So Below’ – that we can broadly derive the state of both bigger and smaller domains from that of our own. Thinking about this on a day-to-day basis, this not only applies to celestial spheres and such, but also to bacteria and cells.
I mean, do we really know the social mechanism of cells? There are trillions of them in our bodies, only half of which we really consider ‘ours’ – the gut is its own biome, its own realm, a world unto itself. We take for granted these cells without considering that they have lives of their own, however brief compared to ours, living and dying in service to, and within the confines of, our larger body.
So when someone interacts with, say, a DMT molecule, and meets all manner of machine elves and other entities, who’s to say they’re not just speaking with a denizen of their own intestines, and perhaps a sized-down angel thrown in for good measure?
Imagine the landscape of your own guts when sized down appropriately. Sure, you could argue that there’s a quantum limit as to how small you can get, but do you know that really? There are apparently 10^80 atoms in the entire Universe, so presumably you could only get so big, but again, these are size limits within our realm, and we don’t actually know what happens when we exceed either limit. Except when we drop acid, man.
(Interestingly, the number 1080 is associated with Semele, the Fount of Wisdom, and the Abyss, according to the Greek gematria proposed by John Michell in City of Revelation, but that’s neither here nor there. Just like the exploring psychonaut.)

Anyway, something to think about next time you’re tripping on the toilet.