Was Revelation Just a Drug Trip?

Was Revelation Just a Drug Trip?

Or Did John See Something Real?

“Fear not”

Let’s talk about your childhood Bible for a second. You know the one, gold-leaf pages, red-letter Jesus, maybe some watercolor angels floating through clouds. It was sold to you as literal truth: the universe was created in six days, snakes used to talk, and some guy once got swallowed by a fish and lived to tell about it.

But let’s be real, some of that stuff reads less like divinely inspired history and more like someone got absolutely obliterated on a desert mushroom or cacti and started describing the inside of their eyelids.

I’m not saying that to mock it. Quite the opposite. I think those ancient prophets might’ve been onto something. Or into something. Psychedelics, to be specific.

The “sacred plants.” The original sacraments, back before they got replaced by grape juice and flavorless communion wafers. Before religion became a tax-exempt business model peddling shame and patriarchy, it might’ve actually been about… connecting. Not through doctrine. Not through dogma. But through experience, raw, mystical, ego-shattering experience.

What if the Bible’s trippiest visions didn’t come from heaven, at least not in the way you were taught, but from the earth?