I wonder if there is any possibility of using an orgone accumulator, a smartphone or computer, an IV drip full of ketamine, tank of nitrous, some DXM, and an automobile to construct a time machine . . . I would like to go back to the 1890s myself.
So far, I have only used ketamine in a manner inconsistent with its labelling enough to explore the analgesic adjunct properties and some subjective effects. Like hallucinating an apparently original piece of music which was 12 minutes of 136-150 BPM Classical Progressive Trance and was kicking myself for a long time that neither music paper nor a computer with relevant software and a microphone and 88-key piano keyboard attached were anywhere near.
One of the things that people whining about DXM and trying to get it controlled or put on prescription in the United States actually told an auditorium full of people with s straight face is that the DXM lore includes its efficacy as a "paranormal drug" which, according to the speaker quoting DXM evangelists, creates a wide spectrum of experiences from out of body experiences to clairvoyance to telekinesis and especially communicating with ghosts, aliens, angels, demons, elementals, loa, JC, the Holy Ghost, fairies, gnomes, and all that jazz. I would like to see a package insert and label for DXM "Adverse effects: retrocognition, dry mouth, drowsiness, bilocation, seeing God"
I started kundalini yoga some time ago to improve what I could do for muscle spasms in my back and within 72 hours of my first class a fellow student shows me a list of 130 paranormal, praeternatural, and a few ostensibly supernatural side effects of that kind of yoga and I thought "Damn, a lot of those are good to put in ones curriculum vitae, especially a history professor with retrocognition and a home care nurse who can bilocate, a telekinetic carpenter or window washer . . .".
DXM is a cough suppressant, which reduces depth and volume of breathing. The closest thing I could imagine to the above happening is the surprisingly common speculation that breathing exercises and related things like hyperventilation, breath-holding, a prolonged session of shouting and the like may allow people to access an ability at the very weak end of the clairvoyance continuum to see glimpses of the past, future, and/or distant locations for fractions of a second. It apparently requires lots of experience and training to make these things useful and bring back information from them. Totally mundane, I guess, as in science actually could explain this if they really wanted to.
A more spiritually-oriented allergy and pulmonary specialist who is an expert on the occult and other interesting things tells me if that indeed is the case, maybe someone who can pull that off can find ways to prolong the lifting of the veil and even bilocate for short periods of time. She is a real sweetheart -- when I expressed concern that a chemist may give me shit when I went to fill a prescription for a litre of Codiclear (the groovy hydrocodone cough syrup, my first narcotic preparation and one about which I have almost religious feelings) for both a dry cough from chronic bronchitis which lasts for weeks and comes back 2-7 times a year as well as for pain since I was not to take any paracetamol for a year after an anomalous liver test, , she said "do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law" and I actually had no trouble, they just got one of their bottles off the shelf and slapped a label on it. I did say a prayer to the Big Guy/Gal and the Narcotics Gods and asked various official saints as well as the inventors of hydrocodone for intercession, then put on a pair of lucky shoes . . . dealing with doctors, chemists, and others back when they were just starting me out on narcotics for awful intractable pain as a student in the US made me a touch more superstitious, I think, and the narrative and scene about the hat on the bed in Drugstore Cowboy makes complete sense to me and resonates quite a bit.