Rachel, 35, Switzerland: “I braced myself to ride it out, but the next thing I was aware of was one of the facilitators by my feet; I was sitting up. I found it difficult to communicate the support that I needed and to control my physical actions, as I grabbed her tightly by the hand and said in a breathy squeak, “Help me!”. She asked me what was happening, and I blurted out, “I’m dying!”…
Read MoreRachel, 35, Switzerland: “At my first ceremony, I’d drank two cups but it had absolutely no effects. I’d been baffled at first, but it had soon turned into scorn, and I’d considered leaving the retreat early. I’d been told that my expectations had been too rigid, so I stayed for a second ceremony. I glanced at one of the facilitators and saw that his head separated into little pixels. Ok, I thought. I think something is happening now!”…
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