From Psychedelic Illusions to Divine Truth: A Journey of Revelation and Redemption

For years, I was a believer. Not just in the power of psychedelics, but in the grand narrative that has consumed countless seekers—the idea that these substances are keys to enlightenment, cosmic truth, and a higher reality. As the founder of a psychedelic church, I have walked the path as an advocate, facilitator, and participant. Yet, through experience, I have come to see the irony of it all. Psychedelics did open doors, but not always to places I wanted to go. What I once embraced as revelation ultimately led me into an encounter with something far darker, something demonic. And it was this very path that brought me full circle—back to the faith of my upbringing, confirming scripture in the most experiential way possible.

The psychedelic space is rife with grandiose promises—claims of ego dissolution, mystical union, and transcendence. There is an intoxicating allure to the idea that by ingesting a plant, a fungus, or a chemical, one can bypass the toil of traditional spiritual discipline and catapult directly into enlightenment. I, like many others, was drawn in by this promise.

At first, it seemed to deliver. The visions were profound, the insights staggering. But as time went on, a different pattern emerged—one of deception. The deeper I went, the more I realized that these substances do not inherently lead to truth. They lead to experiences, yes, but those experiences can be illusions just as much as they can be revelations. The psychedelic journey is not a direct path to wisdom; it is a gamble with perception itself.

Terence McKenna, one of the most influential voices in psychedelic culture, often spoke of "heroic doses" and the power of the tryptamine realm. He encouraged full immersion, a fearless dive into the unknown. Yet, he also hinted at a lurking danger—what happens when one stays too long in those spaces.

McKenna himself faced the psychological toll of prolonged psychedelic use. He speculated that the entities encountered in deep psychedelic states were autonomous, intelligent, and not necessarily benevolent. He warned that extended exposure could lead to detachment from reality, an inability to integrate, and even the breakdown of one’s fundamental grasp on truth. Many psychonauts who follow his path fail to recognize the warnings hidden within his own experiences.

In my own journey, I too encountered beings that seemed all-knowing, cosmic, even godlike. But over time, I came to see them for what they truly were—manipulative, deceptive, and malevolent. The psychedelic space is not just filled with light; it is teeming with darkness masquerading as illumination.

It was this realization that shattered the illusion for me. The deeper I went, the clearer it became: I was not merely exploring my mind. I was interacting with a realm that scripture had warned about all along. What modern psychonauts call "machine elves" or "cosmic entities" bear a striking resemblance to the deceivers spoken of in religious texts. The visions of grandeur, the seductive whispers of secret knowledge—all of it aligned with the biblical warnings about spirits that mislead.

And so, through psychedelics, I found my way back—not to where I started, but to a faith that now stood as the only unwavering truth in a sea of shifting illusions. The psychedelic delusion had promised enlightenment, but it was only through rejecting that deception that I found the real light.

My psychedelic church still stands. It exists as both a testament to my past convictions and a platform for my evolved understanding. The irony is not lost on me—I built something based on my early beliefs, and yet, through its very existence, I came to see my own past inexperience. This is not unique to me; it is a common arc in the psychedelic world. Many enter with the zeal of the newly awakened, only to later realize the depth of their own naivety.

But I have not abandoned the sacraments. The difference now is that I do not follow the path of others—I walk my own, one grounded in a relationship with God and scripture rather than the illusions of psychedelic wisdom. My work as a spiritual guide is no longer about chasing endless visions but about helping others discern the difference between revelation and deception.

Psychedelics can be tools, but they are not the truth. The real journey is not in the substances but in the relationship—one that does not rely on fleeting hallucinations but on the unwavering presence of God. That is the lesson I had to learn the hard way.

And that is the truth I now share.

Matthew 15:13-14:

"But he answered and said, Every plant, which my heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up. Let them alone: they be blind leaders of the blind. And if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch."

A Prayer for Clarity and True Guidance

Heavenly Father,

In a world where many seek truth but stumble in darkness, I ask for Your light to illuminate the path. Let not the blind lead the blind, nor the lost claim to know the way. Open our eyes, Lord, to see beyond illusion, beyond the veils of ego and false enlightenment.

Where we have trusted in our own wisdom, humble us. Where we have sought signs and wonders without seeking You, correct us. Let our hearts burn not for fleeting visions but for Your eternal presence.

May those who have wandered be called back, not by force but by the undeniable pull of truth. May those trapped in deception find their way to You—not through another man's doctrine, but through the undeniable presence of Your spirit.

Bless those who seek, Lord, and let them find. Lead those who knock, and open the door. Let the path be made straight, and let every step forward be in alignment with Your will.

In the name of Christ, the True Light, I pray.

Amen.