Well, I guess tonight is the night I unload a memory burden in the hopes I can have some sound advice from a group of individuals who do not know me or my personality besides past posts. I have to explain a memory that has lasting scars and gives me apprehension and I have never truly felt relaxed since. This describes a set and setting where the disclaimer is - unsafe, unsettling, and traumatizing.
I was at my first festival with a childhood friend of mine. We had just arrived, set up tents and ate some compounds. I do not know the species, but they were fresh, the only time I have eaten something that still had moisture in them. We then went to the main concert area. I began to notice my friend seeming uneasy, and then turned around and noticed one person standing there with a negative energy emanating from him, not dancing to the music. I turned to my friend and asked if he wanted to go back to our tents. As we walked out of the main arena, the lights overwhelmed him and he sat down, leaning up against the fence, starting to look like he was going to lose it. I heard someone yell "look at that kid"... so in the attempt to avoid a scene, I came up and looked him in the face and said "c'mon man everyone is looking at you we have to keep going"... got him back up and I continued to tell him I knew exactly where we were going, but quite frankly had not a clue how we would get there. After a few more stops, we made it back to the tents, and then quickly went in the tent to escape the ruckus. Then, realizing we were in the tent without any sleeping gear, we would attempt to venture out of the tent, but that felt very overwhelming, and we would go back in, this happened probably 6-7 times. Eventually we made it out as his sister and her friends arrived. We then were talking, smoking, lounging by the fire. During course of conversation, my friend and I said a phrase at exactly the same time, in the same tone. We then looked at each other, and said 'are you thinking what I'm thinking?' at the same time, and then jerked our heads back in the same motion with the same facial expression. It was a nerve wracking experience, perfectly, and I mean perfectly, mirrored. My friend's sister's boyfriend then took the flashlight, held it up to his face from below, and said "Pretty cool, isn't it?" with a huge smile on his face. Then in a few moments, he said he was going to bed, and my friend said he was too, then they both got up and left, leaving me in the main tent area.
Wow, I thought. What just happened. I felt suddenly at peace, despite the chaos around me. I decided I was going to close my eyes, and just meditate deep within. I would start to get deeper, and then fireworks would go off, bringing me back. This happened a few times, until I decided it was just time to do it. So I went deep in (or rose out) with my consciousness, and even though the fireworks increased with intensity, I was good to go. Deeper.. deeper..
then...
next thing I am aware of. fear. fear. fear. someone is yelling with deep fear. it is me. I am holding my friend, looking in his eyes, and hear him say "it's me man, it's me". Suddenly, I know where I am and who I am talking to. I feel exhausted, and lay face down in the ground, crying, nose running, drooling. The earth is soaking in everything. I get up, eventually ask my friend what happened. He told me that after a few minutes, he became restless in the tent, and came out, said I was rocking front to back and he became fearful and said my name in a nervous tone five times in increasing intensity to interrupt whatever was happening. It must of scared me, as I jumped out and made deep fear yell noises, taking out everything around me, bruising the top of my left foot as I kicked a stove, and came running out of the tent at him and grabbed him by the shoulders. He said when I looked into his eyes it was not me.
Now... this left a scar. I remember explaining to him that night that the only other time I have felt fear on that level before was in a dream. A nightmare fear had me yell that deep guttural yell.
A few years later, I was watching a movie called "Vine of the Soul" which is a movie about Ayahuasca. During the movie, a person does the aforementioned rocking forwards and back motion while using Ayahuasca. I happened to be watching this movie with the same friend, (I invited him to watch it but I had no idea this was part of the movie). When this came on, I asked if that was what I looked like, since I remember him describing what 'scared' him so he had to yell my name in a fearful tone five times. He said "no, you weren't moving". Red alert. How could the story change? He has also explained this story to a few different people, and they always say that he tells them I freaked out but no mention of what caused me to.
What concerns me is... I have trouble trusting a person when a story changes. Yes, the set and setting was terrible, but I felt comfortable in the moment, for whatever reason. Since this day I have felt like I took a cheap shot. I was doing nothing wrong. I was vulnerable, so vulnerable, had my soft spot open and I got sliced. I was communicating with a higher source, allowing communion, and was interrupted by a friend's fear. Since this day, I have been fearful to go deep, and we're talking without the use of any substance. Afraid to go deep because, well, last time it was peaceful and then it was true fear. I felt completely present and functional right before that happened, and I don't think that would have happened if it wasn't for him. It's so hard not to blame him but.. when the story changes.. and the weird experience we had and what his sister's boyfriend said right before.. then they just get up and bounce and leave me in the main area.. seems very weird.
I have another story regarding the same person, actually, but I think that will wait for another day.
I guess what I need help with here is.. yes, I was being irresponsible due to set and setting, dose and source, but what was I doing? My body just wanted to do this, and I followed, sure I'm at a festival but it's not like I was running around being a nuisance.. I was minding my own business and then I was interrupted and it has been over five years at this point and I won't even let myself get into deep meditation now just in case someone knocks on my door or calls me and 'breaks' my concentration, I guess. Is that what happened, did my consciousness break? Was it the tone of his voice that scared me? Why did they both leave, and he came back? Am I making mountains out of molehills? The thing is that if it was intentional, the whole scene becomes rather nefarious...