And BTW, so you don't think I'm just pointing fingers, I do put myself squarely in the "very vocal, exhibitionist group of adolescents coming of age in a very embarrassing and pathetic way" camp. I didn't mean to say (and don't think I have) that people didn't claim to have grand, divine god trips and experiences while under the influence. But the key words in that last sentence aren't 'god trips' but 'under the influence'. While under the influence, I also believe I'm a great singer, and can dance freely without falling down.

Upon more sober reflection, I know neither to be true.

Such talk was very common, with that I would agree. I just never believed any one who was going for "the rush" was being genuine about taking drugs in an attempt to find Jesus, God, Siddhartha, or whatever fairie or deity sprang into their drug addled minds, despite the claims of many drug users in the 60s. I believe they used such claims as a justification to keep chasing the god trip thing by doing more and more drugs. It was superficial. Lip service. That sort of thing.