DMT seems to argue, convincingly I might add, that the world is made entirely of something, for want of a better word, we would have to call magic.
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 can make of it whatever you wish.
Human beings are co-partners with deity in the project of being. This is the basis of all magic.
This is what magic is. It's being able to speak in a voice which makes things happen, being able to speak in a voice which causes facts to be beheld by groups of people in a way that has been purged from profane language, for us relegated to poetry and that sort of thing.
This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.
