A web of EEG electrodes covered Anton Bilton’s scalp like a jeweled headdress.
The machine would map his brain activity while the potent psychedelic dimethyltryptamine, commonly known as DMT, coursed through an IV drip and into his bloodstream. With some trepidation, he waited to be plunged into an otherworldly realm that was familiar, given his many years of psychedelic experience, and yet, as was inevitably the case with every DMT trip, completely new.
“I didn’t know when they were going to turn…
