I’m currently re-reading Dr. Rick Strassman’s book, DMT: The Spirit Molecule, and tonight I was listening to a radio show that briefly discussed DMT and the importance of Strassman’s work. Anyway, a guy called in and said, “In the movie, Contact, if you replace the huge, falling apparatus that Jodi Foster sat in with taking a hit of DMT, the movie makes more sense.” Everyone agreed and, with that notion planted in my skull, I decided to put the book down for a bit, get a hold of the movie again and give it a second go.

It had been about a decade since I’d seen it and I couldn’t quite remember much about the movie and, rather than reviewing the damn thing, I’ll only say that, wow, yeah… I did find it a lot more poignant when looking at it from the perspective suggested by that caller, especially considering my own standpoint, with ten more years of experience and a lot more curiosity and inquiry regarding the subject of human consciousness under my belt. I also have to mention the deep familiarity I found in the opposition and tension, strictly on a spiritual level, between Jodi Foster and Matthew McConaughey’s characters. That exact dynamic is one I’ve shared, cherished and struggled with for the entirety of the longest lasting bond of friendship I have in my life; one that I was born into, really; one that, even at its core, continues to evolve.

As do I.

Anyway… whatever. Back to readin’.