Many attendees were acting fairly happy/goofy but it's just one of those things that would be inappropriate to bring up or ask. I attended a follow-up 3 day advanced seminar to see if I could recapture that feeling and left disappointed.
This stuff falls under what I would consider the 'cult' umbrella and I think one of the reasons why such orgs are so successful is because group empathy sessions are really powerful. Unsure if my experience itself was in essence an MDMA flashback or if MDMA (and psilocybin) is a conduit to what group empathy can achieve.
1.) your immune system isn't bogged down by foreign matter, plus
2.) your mind needs to focus to find food in times of scarcity and avoid predators.
The MO of a cult introduction is to love bomb the victim and/or to build up tension and then release it cathartically. This is often enhanced by deliberately disturbing food and/or sleep cycles.
The superficial content is not the message. The feelings are the message.
These events are designed to make people leave on a high, so they imprint on the source and keep coming back to it. The high is far more effective than anything that's said, whether or not it makes sense.
The thing is, I went in knowing all this. I knew exactly what they were doing, knew the background of the org, and went anyway to support a couple friends. It still got me right at the end, as I was sitting in my chair thinking how ready I was to go home, within the second to last hour of the 3 day retreat.
I didn't come away thinking better of the event, but I was damn curious about the psychological impacts of group empathy, how the room had almost attained some resonant frequency of emotional harmony and I was swept up in it.
/my uneducated theory
What took me by surprise was I felt the company/teaching itself was largely bs, but something about how the whole room of 100 or so people seemed to come together in a giant ball of positivity put me in that state, and it was an immediate shift. It was so overwhelming on the drive home that I had to pull over a few times to get my bearings. I woke up the next morning still fully rolling, and it wasn't until lunchtime that it really abated.