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Me, too!  I don't remember  hearing drumming, but there were two Bwiti tribesmen (I recognized their body and face paint) who took me to a clearing in the jungle and gave me a bucket of bark to eat.  As I was eating it they would give me tiny sips of water to help wash down the wood. About half way through the bucket we got up and started walking as I continued to eat.   The funny part is that later I complained to my wife and sitter about it.  I told them that it would have been easier if they had ground up the bark more.  My stomach felt torn up from eating that bark.  It took some convincing form me to remember that I had taken the medicine in capsule form.

I was hoping to get some insight during my treatment as to the source of my "trauma".  During the vision stage of my flood dose I was seeing faces and objects appear before me, then disappear.  They were being screened through a sort of vintage video machine. Towards the end of that 6 hours, the machine broke and the visions ended.  I was quite disturbed that because the machine broke, I would never be able to find out what it was had I had witnessed or heard when I was a child. 
Going into the next stage, I hoped I would have a chance to fix the machine and see my truth. But it didn't happen quite like that.  During the next stage, when I had to be very still for 20ish hours, I had dreamed/visioned very differently.  These were very real. Like I was really there.  I was in Africa, where two shaman decked out in tribal paint and dress took me to a clearing in the jungle and administered my dose.  After that they said I was chosen to help them.  That, since I was American, I could more easily move medicine to those who needed it.  The next thing I remember is being in a place where many, many Central American women were gathering.  There were several tall pointy buildings (I think they were silos) with perfectly square enclosures all around them.  The women were bringing baskets of grains and seeds.  They would pour what they brought into the enclosures, then after waiting a very long time, go to the pointy buildings and their baskets would be filled with another kind of grain.  The women brought all kinds of grains and seeds, but there were only four things that replaced what they brought.  One variety of corn, one variety of rice, one variety of wheat and one other grain I didn't recognize. This was a bad place.  "they" were collecting up all of the indigenous foods and replacing them with gmo crap.   Some of the women would slip me medicine and I would redistribute to women who hadn't taken it yet.  It was very important that all of the women took the medicine.  Somehow it would keep them connected to the earth, their ancestors and truth.  I'm not sure how this is connected, but when I came out of the deep dreaming, my own trauma just didn't matter any more.  So, no, I don't know what caused my sadness and anger, but it is gone now and for that, I am eternally grateful.