Key thing is this, quoted from the article:
...it becomes essential that practitioners of therapeutic hypnosis also become educators, in order that altered states of awareness and trance phenomena be demystified, and less available for exploitation.
As practitioners, we must ensure that every induction is a journey from which an individual has the opportunity to return.
Very many cultures have had ecstatic rituals. The Greeks had the Bacchic festival, in Rome, they had the Saturnalia, where social roles were reversed. We have a modest survival in our trick or treat rituals of Halloween and April Fool.
In India each year they celebrate Holi, and visitors are advised to wear old cruddy clothing, because thats when people throw paint and colored water all over.
These rituals did not take place every day or even every week.
In traditional cultures, with scanty food reserves, a group had
to see that its harvests were secure. If too many of the clan tripped out at the same time and for too long,
tasks needed to ensure survival of the group would have been neglected.
After some important tragedies, safety precautions must be observed at clubs (eg after the Coconut Grove Fire) and rock concerts.
What goes wrong is getting people addicted and a power hungry group presenting itself as the custodian of a persons ecstacy and dearest, tendrest hopes.
Here is a description by Joyce Colin-Smith, one of the very early disciples of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, whose initation method had since been recognized as a being a most effective method of trance induction.
Mrs Colin-Smith described how she felt after awakening from that process
At last, I became fully aware of my surroundings again.
I opened my eyes and looked at my watch. I glanced at the tranquil faces all around me, their eyes closed, their features still and relaxed.
I got up quietly and went downstairs to the hall. Though I had eaten nothing all day, I had no hunger or thirst. A feeling of pleasure, lightness and satisfaction filled me.
It crossed my mind that I felt as I remembered to have felt during a happy love affair of long ago: contented and carefree as one rose from bed, and full of simple and innocent enjoyment of all the things of the day and of the night. I felt as though I had been made love to with great skill and tenderness, and had slept and rested and woken up again. As though I had been cleansed and renewed, like a child. As though I were completely innocent
Joyce Colin-Smith (Call No Man Master
pages 83 - 85)
Earlier, when Joyce Colin Smith decided to take intiation with MMY, others who had already done so, behaved in a way, quite sincerely, that set her up.
"Yes, its wonderful!" Jim said eagerly. "You'll have a marvellous experience tomorrow". And "yes", the others echoed, they were very happy with what had happened to them.
Expectation was inculcated.
Colin-Smith followed instructions and fasted, taking no breakfast.
. Mindful of the instructions, I ate no breakfast. I took with me flowers from my own garden, fruit bought at Victoria Station, the new white handkerchief which was a symbol of purity and innocence of intent, like the white scarves given and received in greeting in Tibet. And the equivalent of what would have been a week's salary if I had still been working as a journalist in Fleet Street. This donation was required from all candidates for initiation.
(By true protocol one never gave money for diksa. Much later, when devotees became suspicious and checked the actual background of MMY's tradition, they learned he had violated it by demanding money for initiation.)
But back to trance induction.
The door of Maharishi's room was closed when I arrived for my initiation. Outside it were a number of pairs of shoes. I realised that the previous evening I had entered his presence still shod, and felt clumsy for not having observed the Indian custom at once.
(note her feeling of shame and chagrin at not following the right protocol the previous day. In a mannerly lady, this would induce a desire to make amends and compensate by being more docile. Colin-Smith obeyed instructions, had no breakfast, and was given a 12 noon appointment. MMY kept her waiting several extra hours. This is serious business. A person will grow more suggestible)
I removed my shoes, and waited.
There was a lot of laughter and talk inside the room. From time to time the door opened and smiling people came out. Others took off their shoes on arrival and went in ahead of me. I was not called. The hours passed. It was long after the time set for my initiation. I grew hungry and longed for coffee, but dared not go away in case I missed my appointment.
(Corboy, 'To long for coffee' is an understatement. Go too long without your customary coffee and you are going to have a nasty headache. That, along with low blood sugar due to fasting will put a person off balance. Note how Colin-Smith longed to get some food and coffee, but dared not go away for fear of missing her inititation. She was, withotu realizing it, demonstrating she was exactly the malleable material a cult guru would want. And her prior years in two groups run by charismatic authority figures--Ouspensky, then Bennett primed her for yet more docility to Maharishi)
Some time in the afternoon Maharishi emerged and beckoned me to follow him
Before starting for home, I spoke briefly to Johnson Bates, who told me that Maharishi would want to check my experiences the following day. "He has gone out now. He has forgotten all about you. Come in the morning."
Sadly, Joyce Colin-Smith was in no condition to recognize that this statement was important."He has forgotten all about you
Through MMY's long career, people were expendable, to be picked up by him, used for as long as they were usable, and then abruptly discarded when persons more amusing and useful came along.