How much would a Hellenist give to be transported to the Mysteries of Eleusis, to talk to the priestess? With what sacred respect would he not advance in the dark corridor before entering the dark room? Living with texts revered by the tracers for millennia, it would be in the best minds to take the beverage! These rites, they are still practised, and we can participate in it. The cult of the divine mushroom has not disappeared. Teachers and thinkers don't know him. It is practised in a hut away from the village, a humble room without windows, far from the beaten trails, in the deep mountain, in the heart of the Sierra Mazatèque, in the silence of the night, perhaps broken by the distant barking of a dog, or the bray of a donkey. As it is during the rainy season, it is very possible that the Mystery be accompanied by torrential rains and punctuated by the terrifying shrine. So, as you are lying there, prey to the mushroom, watching the music and listening to the Vision, your mind bursts with lightning, your soul sails with lightning, and you remember that some primitive peoples, believe that mushrooms, sacred mushrooms, are generated by the Lightnings, which fertilize the tender Mother Earth. If my reading of traditions is correct, the soma of Rig-Veda is part of the prehistory and religious history of the West. His role in cultural history is perhaps far back from the very important time when our ancestors lived in communion with birch and mushrooms, until the remote times of the paleolithic. Here we have a network of interrelated beliefs - all over the Eurasian continent - emerging from the same source.