Pineal Passage

Cascading wave of holonic spheres ouroboric bubbles in a non-Cartesian non-Euclidean multidimensional series of nested spheres that invert from the middle to the very perimeter constantly folding inside out and keep repeating, creating a worm hole, a tunnel of the soul comprised of all of my energy and temporarily I am simultaneously entirely this tunnel, representing all of my reality and my physical body constantly zooming out almost like getting really small and then getting really big again.

It’s almost like a translucent pearlescent cascade of rainbow like spectrum with each bubble.

There’s a very visceral sense of skin pressure, particularly the fingertips, the tongue and the pallet and some unnameable feeling, a deeply original primary memory of sensation so fundamentally native to the center of my development. It reaches the most neotenic part of me existence somewhere between my soul and conception. To the earliest stages of natal development to the first days of infancy after birth. I think it might be the depth of sucking my thumb in the womb.

It could be a really low dose endogenous DMT release.