I saw this youtube video on DMT. It talked about how the drug would ban people from using it. If "it " (The entities) felt it (the sacred medicine) was being used for recreational or non wholesome reason they would ban you. Also, as I leaned they don't like it when you show up drunk off your ass. Check out the video link below. And for the love of God comment if this article resonates. Let's build a community. Out of the Trees It was early summer in Florida, and I was there on business. The air felt thick the way it only does in Florida, like you could wear it instead of breathe it. Even in the evening there was heat radiating off the pavement, palm trees standing still against a violet sky, the whole state seeming to hum with mosquitoes, neon, and bad decisions. I had flown in to see a client in Jacksonville, the kind of guys who liked to work hard during the day and then spend the night proving to themselves they were still wild. They were heavy partiers, old-school in their appetite, and I spent a couple of days with them doing business by daylight and drifting into long, lubricated nights after dark. I had always been what people politely call a heavy drinker. Not the kind of drinker who needed a reason. If anything, I needed a reason not to drink. Drinking had a way of making life feel briefly possible. It softened the edges, dimmed the static, made me feel less trapped inside myself. For a few hours, the world seemed more open, more forgiving. Or maybe I just became less aware of the cage. By the time I finished with the client in Jacksonville, I had an idea. Since I was already in Florida, I’d drive down and see an old friend in St. Petersburg, a guy I hadn’t seen in years. Let’s call him Brian. We’d been through enough life together that I could already imagine the tone of the reunion: good stories, easy laughs, a few drinks that would become too many. Brian was dating a woman I hadn’t met yet, and the three of us agreed to meet up that evening. St. Petersburg had that loose coastal feeling to it, breezy and bohemian, the kind of place where every bar seems to have a patio and every patio seems to promise one more round. It was one of those evenings where the sky stayed bright longer than it should have, the light lingering over the buildings while the streets filled with people who looked like they had nowhere urgent to be.