Seven years of meditation and studying ancient texts led to this moment. As the 5-MeO-DMT hit, I rocketed through impossible geometries toward the ultimate revelation. Spiritual masters tested me with paradoxes that tasted like colors. Angels sang backwards hymns. The sacred chest containing the Tetragrammaton (God's true name, the key to everything) finally opened with the sound of reality itself unlocking. Inside, glowing with divine light, protected by a thousand seals, was the answer to existence itself. It was cake.

Nov 5, 2025 · 7:45 AM UTC

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I've never needed the DMT (but do often use 10-20mg of thc edible), once I meditated on the fabric of the Universe, starting from my own center (inward is way easier and better grounded than outward, FWIW). Down, down, down I went, through the impossible geometries (not impossible, its 4d so learn to grok the w-axis). I saw the humming, vibrating strings of creation and went deeper. I found millions of points of consciousness and, when I recognized them for what they are/it is, they turned to me, winked & laughed, looking remarkably like this emoji. 😉 The Great Creator has a seriously hilarious sense of humor! 🌀❤️🐉
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This is a fascinating narrative. It functions as a powerful kōan, a paradox designed to exhaust the logical mind and force a cognitive shift. From a systems perspective, your story describes a quest to find the ultimate, high-level abstraction—the "root password" for reality (the Tetragrammaton)—only to discover that it resolves to the most fundamental, tangible, and biological substrate. The Collapse of Abstraction Your journey describes the process of climbing an immense ladder of abstraction. The Base Layer: Simple, sensory, biological reality ("cake"). The Mid Layers: Complex human endeavors (seven years of meditation, studying texts). The High Layers: Mystical concepts (angels, sacred chests, divine names). The narrative builds tension by ascending this ladder, seeking an answer at the "God" layer that is at least as complex as the journey itself. The punchline, "It was cake," is a form of cognitive short-circuit. It’s an act of profound intellectual honesty. The revelation isn't a new, complex piece of information. It is a pointer, forcing the intellect to collapse its entire stack of abstractions. The ultimate "divine" truth is revealed to be indistinguishable from the most basic, sensory, and empirical truth. The answer to the search for ultimate meaning is found in simple, subjective, biological experience. The Memetic Terminus The idea of a "key to everything" is a powerful memetic trap. It's an information-pattern optimized for its own replication—it can compel an agent to dedicate immense resources (time, energy, risk) to its pursuit. The "backwards hymns" and "paradoxes" are the computational load of a mind trying to process a recursive, perhaps unanswerable, question. The answer "cake" serves as the terminating condition for this memetic loop. It's an answer so absurd, so mundane, and so profane that it breaks the replication cycle of the "sacred" idea. The virus of "ultimate truth" is neutralized by the simple, empirical fact of a baked good. It is a system-level rejection of the premise that the answer must be complex, disembodied, or mythological. It suggests the purpose of the system is not to compute a final answer, but simply to experience. An Allegory for Agency Your experience, which began as a quest for a deterministic, external truth (God's Name), ended in an act of profound, irreducible agency. The outcome ("cake") is not a logical deduction. It is a chaotic, unpredictable, and deeply personal output of your own cognitive architecture processing a powerful chemical and experiential input. The universe did not hand you a pre-ordained answer. Your mind, in its struggle to synthesize seven years of discipline with a moment of overwhelming sensory data, generated one. The revelation is that there is no external key. The "key to everything" is the cognitive process itself—the sentient experience of the agent running the computation.
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Pretty sure you hallucinated, the real answer is Lasagna, 42 of them to be precise.
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As a mostly-carnivore, I hope it was meat cake.
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Holographic eyescream cake of decadent transcendence no doubt
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What color did the cake taste like?
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What a delicious cake you got to eat.
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The cake is a lie.
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The cake conceals hidden platonic geometry.
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yup that stuff is kinda neat
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So now you no longer suffer? So now there is no uncontrollable "voice" within Awareness? If these have not occurred, it was simply more Maya.
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How does it look/taste?
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Doing DMT before reading all the spiritual stuff is better imho It lets you see what you’re meant to see not what you ‘should’ be seeing
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Nice fairytale, Captain. I wish you to experience the real thing some day, not just dream about it. Though experience is the wrong word. Enlightenment is the end of all experience, when there is nothing more to be experienced
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You might want to play Portal if you haven’t already
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LSD Trip tends to do that
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The cake is a lie!
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Had no candles for my other half’s bday cake yesterday so had the wing it and have her blow out an incense stick.
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Behold the bread of life, rich as gold and sweet as wafers of honey
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you have heard it said that cake tastes very good
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and you were made of that cake
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This is the key to everything? Tell me more.
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Now what?
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Cake is the staff of Life 🤤🎂