Alexandra Jones goes inside the psychedelic tourism boom in Jamaica; top right First Man is smudged ahead of a ceremony; bottom right Cassanie Mckenzie who teaches yoga at Silo’s retreats
(Picture: Evening Standard)The descent into chaos happens quickly. Anyone who’s read about psychedelic ceremonies will have heard the stories (“I puked for twelve hours, then I saw God”) so it doesn’t come as a huge surprise when across the clearing an anguished sob ripples out of the darkness. I am on a retreat run by the psychedelic company Silo Wellness. I briefly recall a conversation I had with one of my retreat mates yesterday, the day we arrived. She — going through a break-up — told me that she is “here to get through the rage as quickly and efficiently as possible.” Some sobbing is to be expected.
