The first time I fully dissolved in a plant medicine ceremony, a thought arose from somewhere deeper than thought:

This is very advanced alien technology.

Something profoundly real was happening — and present-day science had no framework for it. Yet it was undeniably working on me. Undeniably precise.

That's when I started to understand: there are systems of transformation that science hasn't caught up to yet. That doesn't make them less real. It makes our definition of "real" too small.