I could never do security at events because I hated trying to intimidate people and making people do things for which there was no logical reason.  The planning was usually so bad that whole areas were blocked off, or rules were put in place, but there was no apparent reason for them, and the security people just had to do what they were told and often didn't know why.

I don't know about this particular woman, but I can remember lots of situations like that.  It was like there had to be this form over substance.  There had to be the appearance of order in Rawatland, and individual expression (except in certain, prescribed, group-think moments), really wasn't allowed.   The last time I went to a Rawat event, that was one of the main things that hit me.  Everything was so sterile, so "perfect" and so cold.  In that situation, the behavior of the premies just seemed bizarre.

But you shouldn't feel guilty for what happened.  There is nothing you could have done, except get yourself thrown out as well.  I remember being in Miami, and there were lots of premies with mental problems, some of them living on the streets, many of them dealing drugs, but they weren't dangerous, or a problem that I ever saw, they were just "eccentric."  Anyway, there were "bongo" patrols at all those festivals, and even in our local community satsang hall, there were lots of premies who were kind of "free spirits." 

I remember getting some of them food from the little restaurant we had in the satsang hall, and being told that I didn't have the right to give away money that could be going into service for the Lord.  It's amazing what human empathy you can lock off in a room somewhere, when you really believe that the "superior power in person" who is "all knowing" and who runs everything by "his grace," is all you should be focused on.

They didn't fit into the image of the oh-so-together cult we were trying to project, so they had to be discouraged.  Of course, the satsang hall in Miami was mostly for the lowliest of premies.  The inner-circle, jet-set, too-cool-for-words premies did not go to satsang at the Miami satsang hall, so they didn't have to associate with the untouchables. 

Anyway, in retrospect, I feel guilty about a lot of stuff I did in the cult -- everytime I supressed my own values and sense of right and wrong in an effort to "serve the Lord."