It began as an idea. Huasca. The tea. The trip of a lifetime.
Huasca was on the top of Ric's (not his real name) psychedelic toungue. Acid, shrooms, cactus-they were all meh to him. Just like so many ignorant noobs before him, he had watched one of the too many documentaries on DMT and ayahuasca which champion these Weapons of Mental Destruction (WMD) as cure-all, life-changing, balls-to-the wall adventures of a life time. When I told him that I had some ACRB and rue, he asked me to let him try it, and i obliged.
I knew that he was mostly looking into the experience for a good time, a casual encounter with the spirit world (Oi gevalt, what a fool he was...), and thus decided to put his ambitions to the test. I ground up 12g of ACRB and 4g of rue and mixed it into a bowl of applesauce, served it with a glass of OJ and wished him all the best in getting it down. He had barely made it 1/2 way through his huasca bowl when the journey began.
The cool thing about DMT is that it works incredibly fast and peaks in a millisecond. I'm guessing it wasn't so cool for Ric as he practically collapsed to the floor and had to help him into a bed. In that bed, he met with Isis, who told him that time was meaningless, that he was a girl, he should love his parents moar, and everything else which Entities normally tell us on DMT.
An hour or so later, I locked ourselves into a dark room, and began singing Jewish hymns and songs as he was writhing around the ground in the depths of ego death. Surprisingly, he started singing too. To say the least, he had a very interesting experience on it (I can't go too far into it as i am not in the mood to write a short novel tonight).
After the trip, Ric began studying hebrew, attending synagogue regularly, gets sick whenever he eats pork, shellfish, or combines meat and dairy, has joined Chabad, and has every intention of joining the IDF after college. Before eating the huasca, he was a Cuban Catholic who attended church on a regular basis. After the trip, he stopped attending church and went to Chabad instead. He had not intention of converting to Judaism previously, but that journey awoken a hidden piece of his soul which changed his life forever. I cannot believe what I did.
To this day I still feel a slight pang of guilt over converting my friend to Judaism. He has thanked me time and time again for introducing him to Isis and Judaism and I am proud of how far he has gone to be the observant Jew i once was before I got my bar mitzvah and stopped going to synagogue.
I am wondering if you and/or any of your friends have had a change of spiritual disposition and/or have found religion after having an intense psychedelic experience. Do/did you feel guilty for showing them the light? Were they worthy of being shown the light at the time of the experience? Are you proud of what you did?