Devil may care, but what I think it was... Well, one may be wrong. Hopefully it's just some kind of haywire madness. Anyway.
The Freemasons to some degree, more directly the Rosicrucians (famed for their alchemical knowledge) had somehow, through ascendency from the knights Templar and other keepers of great and powerful secrets had come into possession of the mystery of Eleusis, and through the angel-inspired whiz bang gumball pinball Foosball concoction LSD were going to be able to guard and in sundry ways, through super elite paragon of human genius senator's son Bear Stanley, provide access to the mysteries to common seekers instead of this process only for the highest echelons of society such as the pope or the president of the united States through fantastic freaks like all Hubbard and Ron stark. Regular people could come and see the light.
The base teachings are essentially "new age" Christianity, and these bad boys rode with the hell's angels in tow and cooked it up on lot, with Bear bribing the local governments where they'd stop to look the other way. There were every sort there, and too many have paid with their lives, sanity, the fabrics of rational everyday reality in tatters, and some have even lost their souls trying to keep up with the pros living generationally with the band, show after show after show.
MKULTRA was just one tip of this crazy gobstopper. The house band for the acid test was almost going to be Tue Beatles, but they kept on past the pranksters that night, and so the champion jug band would have to play a new style no one had thought up before. Within a few years they had seen it all, and so you get your tickets, you read some very funny papers, two or three or five or a hundred or more, and you are shown the mystery, and you figure out the meaning of life in rain drops falling in a puddle of water, and then how it how's is some souls, like elijah on john the baptist, are sent back, and some see the light I AM, and you are either ready to go and see the other side and what happens, or you are crazy enough to stay at risk of certain peril to continue to help the great neurospiritual process of extremely unusual transformation of the world, and you come back down after a fall out induces by a very serious jam session that opened up heaven, all while you hear it: The Voice of God, as some would say, courtesy of Jerry Garcia.
Since my own translation (maybe I actually died) I have heard his voice speak to me not just through the music of the spheres, but through my entire sensory array, just as clearly and as beautiful as the day I was born.
Mkultra was where Robert hunter, ken Kesey, and others were more or less shown some very big secrets, such as that God and the Devil were real and that at the higher levels of intelligence work I guess, not sure, at certain levels of .gov and .mil endeavor, sometimes it was so plain that it was frightening. Then they were showed other things and dosed out of their gourds, and all of it, like a cosmic joke, they were told not to tell anyone.
So what did they do? They told everyone that would listen the truth as they could barely know it, incredible adventurers and geniuses of every sort, hidden in parables, songs, and riddles.
So, in the end, it was more than just a real good time, it was what you very well would expect to happen when the CIA (aka the company) the Rosicrucians, and Bear Stanley decide to set up a bread and circuces mass psychology reactor vessel that allowed people to explore visionary states in freedom and self sovereignty as well... A church!
So, I guess I wanted to write all this down as best as I was able before I am killed. But man, really, the music never stopped! Love you!