I have a relative who in the past used to take a lot of DMT. It was fashionable at the time and he was part of a generation who took drugs in prodigious quantities. He used to talk extensively about dimensions, astral travel, strange beings and Aliens. To a degree, at the time, I thought his mind quite plastic and open to expanded concepts. He referred to the shift with apparent insight and held his own in explorations of multidimensional consciousness. I was always concerned at the amount of hallucinogen he had taken and wondered if there would be a price to pay. Some years later, it seemed his fervent, born again christian mother, had steered him towards conversion, a creed in it's extreme form I find even more frightening than the drugs. Photographs were taken during the baptism in which my relative was dunked in a font, emerging to a round of applause and much whooping. I did not attend but received a short clip of the filmed ceremony. Something caught my eye and I collected some freeze frames. When he was pulled out of the water, he grinned and fist pumped the air. Only, the photographic frame of that moment shows the  twisted, triumphant face and dark eyes of something else, crowing in it's own glory, a shocking image. This is an extreme case, maybe. But I am blessed in being shown things with great clarity, like being slapped with a wet kipper. It brings to mind a challenge I had once when contemplating a grandiose scheme. 'Is it your will or the universal will'?