“O dono da padaria Universo sobe a Voluntários da Pátria, dirigindo a sua Kombi. Ao ver o grupo no meio da rua põe-se a buzinar freneticamente, e quando percebe que o bando não lhe abre caminho, mete a cabeça para fora do carro e berra: “Saiam da frente, seus palhaços! O carnaval ainda não chegou!” – e é nesse momento que ele reconhece alguns dos defuntos e, tomado de pânico, mete o pé com força no acelerador, torce bruscamente para um lado a roda da direção, o auto sobe na calçada e esbarra com violência e estrondo contra a parede dum prédio.”

Translates roughly to:
“The owner of Universo’s Bakery go upwards through [av.] Homeland Voluntaries, driving his Kombi. By seeing the group at the middle of the street he begins to honk frenetically, and by noticing that the group doesn’t open his way, he puts the head out of the car and yells: “Get out, your clowns! Carnival is not here yet!” – at this momments he recognizes some of the defuncts and, panic-stricken, accelerates the car, twist bruscally to a side the tires, the vehicle climbs the sidewalk and it comes up violently at a building’s wall”.

I remember thinking that the phrases after the first (the actual result) were kinda scary, but by default I would only acept the specific result phrase as having divinatory significance.
But as I got to retell the story, I’ve added to the first phrase (result) an aspect of what happens afterwards (Guy interacts notices weird people at the street and pulls the car to the sidewalk), but editing out the ostensibly negative aspect.

I wasn’t ON ayahuasca at that precise momment; but I had like 5 experiences in a dozen days interval, and I felt like I was ‘glittering’ inside, full of clear energy (similar as to how I left my last 10-day vipassana retreat). So full in fact that I was leaking crazily – lots of synchronicity. (During the return hitchiking trip I had a dream where I had to find where was the leak in a butane bottle, while it’s hose was blowing flames like a flamethrower – at the end of the dream I concluded that every one of the ’3 parts of the bottle’ was leaking). Crowley says that when random ‘miracles’ happen, usually it’s due to deficient “insulation” at your magickal workings.

I’m checking the article you linked; I knew about the ‘telepathine’, but wasn’t aware there was someone studying this, right now. I had a interesting telepathic-like comunication with a friend, once, on ayahuasca, but it’s VERY hard to tell if it was more like empathy+presumption of transmitted content. Also, during a (very strong and bad) acid trip, once, there was a lot of intersubjective weirdness, like shared perceptions, feelings and thoughts with probably no actual comunication. But as everyone was tripping balls, it’s very hard to pinpoint.