The first experience is always the most meaningful. Set and setting wasn’t taken into consideration at all but there’s no guarantee in any case. I was at one of the many rock festivals that were happening in 1969-70. This one in Oregon. Being young and stupid, I had no idea how much I was taking. I wound up rather incapacitated. Being night, I lay in a dark forest, a distance away from the festivities, could only feel the ground underneath me. It was almost complete blackness. After many hours of intense fear, it finally subsided as I *let go* and everything changed. I fell in love with the cool darkness, how beautiful it was and how there was nothing to be afraid of for it now comforted me. I slowly got up, walked out into a clearing and then I saw the stars…..
Needless to say going from hell to heaven was astounding and how I got there is a deep lesson that stays with me to this day.