DMT and the Beauty of Gratitude

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The torch sits hesitantly in my palm as I stare at the small baggie in front of me decorated with Batman symbols. Inside of it is a chunk of what could be wax or shatter, but if you take a whiff, you’ll know that’s not what it is. It smells like new shoes, like plastic being manufactured. Inside of that little baggie is DMT.

My first experience with this mind-bending drug was beautiful. In 2013, I attended…