DMT is a stuff that raises all the questions in a hurry. It's so intense and so oriented toward the other and the visual and the hallucinogenic that it isn't really like a drug. It's more like an event that you ran into. You just came around a corner and there was the unspeakable.
DMT is a drug that seems to argue, convincingly, that the world is made entirely of something, for want of a better word, we would have to call magic.
DMT is a sort of testimony that there is a nearby dimension, teeming with intelligences, that from one of the more conservative perspectives seems like an ecology of souls.
DMT is like being struck by metaphysical lightening. In the first few seconds, it involves a leap over all the barriers, where with mushrooms, over hours and hours on a high dose you might navigate yourself to the center of the mandala.
DMT is a reliable method for crossing into a dimension that human beings have debated the existence of for 50,000 years. Is there an invisible nearby world inhabited by active intelligences with which human beings can communicate? You bet. And if you don't think so, then tell me you don't think so after you've smoked 75mg DMT. Otherwise we just don't have anything to talk about.
DMT , when smoked at a sufficiently high and prepared dose, will give you elves. Everybody gets them. All you need do, is inhale deeply three times, and you know You want contact? You want elves? You want alien contact? You'll have that!