A snake!

This practice of leaving someone alone to thrash out their issues suggests the following idea: the "bad trip room."

The "bad trip room" would be decorated with fearsome deities, painted in hot and macabre colors, with messages on the walls such as "You're bad," "You deserve it," "It's all your fault," "That everyone is after you doesn't prove that you are important," "Captive mind-control cannibalism in practice," "You'll be insane forever... I know," and "It's all a plot, and this proves it." Stuff like that. It should cure or kill. So much of a "bad trip" is just the fear of having a bad trip. More, interference by well-wishers that "everything is ok" are usually counter-productive - implying that there is something wrong with the process underway and often interrupting what could be a deep catharsis. We should add "Wail out loud" to the slogan list, or "Crying is ok in here."

Then we might add a "Messiah Room." The Messiah Room should be painted in garish colors, and have at least one of those neon Jesus pictures where his eyes move up and down, his face dripping with blood - lots of plastic. The slogans could include "It's been revealed to you alone," "No one else understands, not even those of us who have written this," "Savior of the World," "You're the One," and "Congratulations, wow, everyone else must be really stupid.

Everyone ought to be required to spend some time in each room, just as prophylaxis.

From Pharmako Gnosis: Plant Teachers and the Poison Path
by Dale Pendell

By opening their psyches to the Unknown at La Chorrera, had the McKennas retrieved some deep-buried archetypal complex, a psychophysical thought-system meshing the end-time eschatologies of various religious traditions? Or would it, in the end, turn out to be nothing more than an expression of the cosmic giggle, mocking human pretensions and alchemical dreams? McKenna could never be sure. "The notion of some kind of fantastically complicated visionary revelation that happens to put one at the very center of the action is a symptom of mental illness," he noted, realizing his story had all the trappings of the "messianic ego-inflation" that infected prophets of the past, who passed along their disease in the form of new religious doctrines and dogmas. "My theory may be clinically pathological, but unlike these religious systems, I have enough humor to realize this".

From 2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl
by Daniel Pinchbeck