I must say that an old friend of mine had a similar experience like that. He was trippin on a crap load of shrooms. But during that night, he was on his bed (where he saw a roach playing a ukulele ), the ceiling began to open up. Hands came through, and it was God. delivering a message, that he needs to change his ways. Everything was shaking and stuff. God told him that his family needs him more than he needs the drugs. God also struck him a couple of times, and my friend said he felt as if he was being shocked with giant volts of electric.
Now he has a steady job, a wife and a kid. Whenever he needs to relieve stress, he hits the beach. I do the same whenever i got stress. I just surf the waves. It's a rush that cannot be matched. Not even by the speed of a car. I've seen many people go from racers to surfers. Non on the other way around.
