You know those people who cling to notions of angels and snow dances? Or people who cling to bibles for security? Like the kind of folk who actually get something out of using rosaries.
For those of us who couldn’t prescribe ourselves mysticism, you can find your own angels and psychopomps. Trypts bring back that spark that gets extinguished once you realize structure is simpler and more effective. In regards to that spark, you’re good when you’re young, but it gets slowly beaten out of you no matter how hard you grasp at it. School and stuff especially. Social and educational indoctrination… woo hoo!
For some reason (and don’t shoot me down with science I know this isn’t an accuracy) I associate tryptamines with serotonin and phenethylamines with dopamine. Like the kind of happiness you get from them… ones more concrete, like HAPPY! THING! YEAH! And the other is a little more subtle and understated. Both are great, but to me trypts are an easier tool to wield.
You could go on about perceptual changing associated with entheogenic tryptamines and how they let you learn and grow. But if you want to be snippy kava is an entheogen, and you can explore your consciousness in countless ways without drugs. You don’t need to talk to the virgin mary in your stucco or watch grass speak to hold onto that. Life in general is a trip and if people need trypts to launch off, that’s a whole new topic.
Back ON topic, tryptamines give you back that reassurance that abstract and surreal is just as real, and they let you manifest and delve. They replenish what the world so loves to deplete. Tryptamines are god, but so is most everything.