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.