Last summer, I took a trip (no pun intended) down to the Amazons to photograph butterflies. While making a brief stop to purchase a bushel of Coca leaves in a small village of Yamasasa, located 70 miles west of Manaus, I befriended a native tribesman by the name of Manabu. He seemed fascinated by the pair of Lugz I was wearing. He called them Insenho Menhacca - roughly translated to "Feet of the universe". As I offered him some of my Coca leaves to chew on, he smiled and asked me to join him and his tribe for a Totoro Kaida, a spiritual journey. I agreed.
The sun was starting to set as we reached several dozen huts made out of twigs and leaves. Most of the natives were already gathered around the fire. Manabu asked me to sit with him and we found a spot next to the tribal elders. One of the elders looked at me with a strange look and said something that I could not fully understand. The elder reached behind him for a folded white cloth, in it was dried herb that closely resembled Cilantro. They called it Mayaku. The young women of the tribe proceeded to grind the leaves while Manabu offered me the stems. He told me to place the stems under my tongue. The taste was something that I've never experienced before. If I have to describe it, it was somewhat like sweet and sour chicken but much more fruity. As I smushed the stems in my mouth, I noticed that children of the tribe were taking part in this journey and their enthusiasm reminded me of the Nintendo64 kid. I giggled at the thought of this and two women smiled at the sight of my joy, they walked over to where I was sitting. One of them gently lifted my chin and held my eyes open as the other poured the juice from the leaves into my eyes. As the first drop hit my eyeballs, I thought I had made a horrible mistake. The pain was something like having a needle stuck in my eyes with lemon juice poured into it. I quickly reached for my bandana so I could absorb what I could but the pain remained. With my eyes closed, all I could sense was the sound of my surroundings. I could hear the young men of the tribe, including Manabu, laughing at my agony. I could hear the young children sharing the same agony. I am not sure how long it was, but when I was finally able to open my eyes again, I could see that many of the people around me were in a state of euphoria. The sight of this became meaningless because that's when I felt something wonderful, something that made me forget about everything. I was surrounded by the aura of Christopher Walken. He was everywhere and nowhere. He was part of me and I was part of nothing. This lasted for what seemed like eternity. I traveled back in time and traveled forward in time, Christopher Walken was with me throughout the journey. He seemed like a guide. He explained everything that I was seeing and feeling without saying a word. He gave me warmth and comfort without a single touch. For the first time in my life, I knew who I was and what I meant. It was truly a life changing experience. Plus, I have a great story to tell now, because when I woke up the next morning , the people of the tribe were nowhere to be found, including Manabu, and my Lugz were missing.
Every other drug mentioned in this thread is bubblegum compared to what I felt.