I spent years in engineering before nursing took over, and I’ve always been wired for precision. When the data gets fuzzy, I usually shut down. But this hits different. If our nervous systems are quietly brewing consciousness-altering molecules, then deep meditation isn't just mental discipline. It's biochemistry.

The hard part is separating signal from noise. Confirmation bias loves a good mystical narrative, and I’ve seen enough patients on night shifts to know reality isn't always what it feels like. Still, Jung’s idea of the collective unconscious starts looking a lot less metaphorical when you factor in endogenous neurochemistry. Maybe the archetypes aren't just psychological constructs. Maybe they're what the mind defaults to when the chemical veil thins.

Tarot’s always been my anchor since Sarah passed. I don’t do the whole "divination tells my future" thing. I use it like a mirror. When I pull the High Priestess, I’m not just reading a card. I’m looking at that threshold between known and unknown, the quiet space where endogenous DMT might actually be doing its work. It’s the same space I sit in during long Spokane winter nights, watching the monitors blink. You stop chasing external highs when you realize the machinery is already inside you.

We’re still waiting for better assays to track these compounds in vivo. Until then, it’s just theory. But I’ll take it. If meditation is just internal alchemy, then maybe we’ve been doing the work all along. Just without the paperwork.

(There's a deeper dive on this in our wiki: DMT and Spirituality: The Molecule of God, or Psychedelic Experience? | Mystic Wiki.)