I’ve done some ayahuasca ceremonies a few years back. For each one, we’d purify ourselves by refraining from various toxic substances for a week beforehand, then fasting for the day beforehand.

Then the ceremony goes all night, and it’s a harrowing ordeal.

Then the sun comes up, and the helpers go out and come back with a big bowl of corn, and we each get a little bit. And then the shaman talks for a while. And other people talk, and we bless things and give thanks for things. And finally, eventually, we eat that little handful of corn.

And it’s the most delicious thing ever.