It has been said that it is not uncommon that depression should follow a near death experience. It has also been said that life is followed by approximately twelve seconds of brain activity. In addition to that, it has been said that upon death or near death experiences, the pineal gland release a beyond massive dose of dimethyltryptamine.

Dimethyltryptamine, or DMT, is a powerful hallucinogenic substance that is naturally produced in the brain and released in small amounts during normal metabolism by the enzyme tryptamine-N-methyltransferase. In large enough doses, DMT is highly hallucinogenic and produces visual hallucinations, sensations of euphoria, and even an occurrence known as true hallucinations, best described as perceived extensions of reality.

It is also not uncommon that an individual experimenting with psychoactive chemicals may lose track of time. Three minutes may seem like three days, three days may seem like three months, three months like three days, and on it goes.

The common belief, based upon scientific research conducted in the 1990s, suggests as an individual passes onto death, their brain releases such a large dose of DMT that those 12 seconds of brain activity feel like an eternity. This would explain the phenomena of near death experiences/going towards the light, ones life flashing before their eyes, even the religious concept of an afterlife. At lack of a better explanation, the individual experiences the most intense psychedelic trip in existence.

Imagine a schizophrenic dosing on LSD and aimlessly wandering through the desert without food or water. Now multiply that by one million.

Depending on ones brain activity, they may hallucinate that they are in heaven, hell, purgatory… even a grassy field. Imagine the ultimate lucid dream.

The afterlife, it would seem, is only determined by the individual.


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"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."