- Inhale, exhale. Everything starts to whirl,
like a Fibonacci sequence. (funky music) Hi, my name is Ramin Nazer, and this is the
time I smoked DMT, saw every single timeline
in the multiverse, and forgot which
one I came from. Back when I lived
in Austin, Texas, my friend Shane Mauss from
episode whatever of this show, he's the most popular
episode of this show. He had just discovered DMT, and he was very eager
to share it with me. I'd tried psilocybin before, so I knew what
psychedelics were about, but I heard that DMT was
on a whole other level. Terrence McKenna once said that "DMT is like something that
fell from a flying saucer, "where you're sure you're dead." Shane has the little bag
of the psychedelic stuff, walking around like my own
private Willy Wonka, going, "Boy, am I excited for you!" We sit down in my living room, and I am instructed to
take three full hits, no matter how difficult
it is to hold it in. The first hit I take in, immediately my heart
starts to beat like a drum in a funkadelic concert,
just (imitating beat). Shane says, "Okay,
take one more," and I take the second hit
of the metallic tasting purpley alien substance. Immediately I start to
see this glowing code all over my hands, and
I look very ancient. Not frail, like
I'm about to die, but I look like I'm
some millennia-old god with code all over me. I was clearly that thing that
came to experience a human, not vice versa, hallucinating
being the ancient god thing. So, like oh, this is my
true hands, my code hands. He says, "Take one more. "You gotta do it. "I believe in you." Hands it over, it's shaking, the whole thing is
clearly about to take off. I feel like it was
going to take off regardless of whether
I hit it or not, but just going in, he
holds the thing up, inhale. (imitating explosion) Exhale. Break through. Everything starts to whirl
like a Fibonacci sequence of (trilling noise) The "I am-ness" is
all I've ever been, and I had a clear
feeling of that, of course I'm an I am. Of course I can't be
anything than an I am. I am-ness is I am. I am! If that makes sense. I could see more, my past
lives, my future life. Basically every combination of
everything that could ever be was accessible in that database, in the larger consciousness
system that I was seeing behind the veil of. And there were some entities. They were more
chameleon-like than anything, kinda walking around like,
one of them noticed me and in a playful way, just kinda extended its
tongue and licked my eyeball. And it didn't hurt
at all or anything, just to kind of show
like "Yeah, see, "I can mess with you,
but nothing will hurt you "at the deepest, deepest,
deepest, deepest level." But then came the problem. As I climbed a, for
lack of a better word, film strip of every possible
multiverse timeline available, and as I'm looking at all of it, it hits me, I don't know
which one I came from. I don't know which, what am I? Why am I looking
at all this thing? Right then, I hear this voice
from nowhere in particular go, "Stop the presses!" All the flowingness of
everythingness came to a halt. So the ominous voice
was kinda like, "Yeah, we can send you
back whenever you want. "All of this will
still always be here. "Just tell us where you
want to get sent back to, "and we'll send you back
and you'll get to go home." So there I was, the information
boundary transfer point between the infinitely big
and the infinitely small, trying to figure
out how to get home. And then the voice
asked, "All right, "so you're Ramin,
you're in Austin, Texas, "you did the DMT with Shane,
that's how you got here. "Great. "Did you do it in
the living room, "or did you do it in
the recording studio?" "We did it in the studio. "Send me back." "All right." (muffled whooshing noises) I opened my eyes. We're sitting back
in the studio. Wait a minute. Some more memories
start to come back. I was sure that we had
started in the living room, beyond any measure of a doubt, but there's no way of
proving that to anyone here, 'cause you guys are
from the timeline where I did it in the studio. So I jumped back
to, one click wrong. And I look over to Shane, and he's got a big
smile on his face. He knew! He's in on it! But I didn't experience
any paranoia. It was quite the
opposite, it was pronoia. The feeling that
everybody is conspiring to do something good for you, like there's just one
big surprise party at the end of your life. No one is ever
gonna let up to it, but I really wanted to record
this so I can get it on record that I know that the
surprise party is coming. Did you get all that, 'cause I have no idea
what I just said? - [Distorted Female Voice]
Tales from the Trip. (upbeat music)
