I just found this site (ex.premie.org) a few days ago.  Received Knowledge in 1973 (London), lived through the polyester years and dropped out for good after Rome (1976 or 1977).  I never looked back, never missed him (good god) never felt sorry. 

Becoming a premie in '73 was as immersing as being abducted by aliens.  So you stay on the ship for three or four years, get off somehow, get back to earth and never look back, never try to understand how and why?  Why is that something to be proud of?