A Ritual Participant
Eight years ago, I found myself at my first psychedelic ritual. A group of about ten people, none of whom I knew, remained strangers to me at that time. And to this day I don’t remember anyone who was there. My experience could be summarized in three sentences – I drank an unknown potion, about an hour later I “returned” it into a bucket, and then I fell asleep to the sweet sound of a harmonica.
