Love Is the Medicine: Lessons from the Toad

There are no words big enough to contain the experience of 5-MeO-DMT—what many call “the God molecule.” 
But I’ll try.

I met the Toad in the jungle of Tulum. 
Surrounded by trusted guides, I inhaled the sacred secretion of Bufo alvarius. 
And in an instant, I was gone.

Gone… but more here than I had ever been.

No ego. No story. No separation. 
Just infinite light. Infinite love. 
I dissolved into what felt like the heartbeat of the universe.

And in that space, I remembered something so ancient and so simple:

**Love is the medicine.**

Not romantic love. Not spiritual bypassing love. 
I’m talking about the foundational current of existence—the truth beneath the trauma. 
A love that doesn’t need to prove or perform. 
A love that simply *is.*

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### What the Toad Showed Me

In that place beyond form, I was held by something vast and intelligent. 
And when I came back into my body, I wept for what I had forgotten.

The medicine wasn’t just in the toad. 
It was in *me.* 
It always had been.

The ceremony didn’t give me anything. 
It removed what was in the way.

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### Signs and Synchronicity

After the ceremony, as I sat on the jungle floor, a red cardinal landed near me—a sacred sign that’s followed me in moments of divine affirmation.

Then, a butterfly. 
Then, the tears again.

I knew in my bones: the real work wasn’t the peak—it was *how I returned* from it.

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💖 **Integration Reflection: Return to Love**

Ask yourself:
– Where am I still believing I have to earn love?
– What would it feel like to live as if I *am* the medicine?
– How can I bring the frequency of love into my daily choices?

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The toad didn’t change me. 
It reminded me.

You are not here to be fixed. 
You are here to *remember* who you are: 
Love. Always love.

— Jesse