reply to post by sirbadazz
Your post is very interesting to me as I am still digesting events / experiences I encountered personally and while observing others.
A few months ago I went "snorkelling" in Peru Amazonia. I participated in 6 shamanic ceremonies in 8 nights.
Without going off track about the many things which happened on those occasions I will stick with the octopus theme.
The accommodations at the retreat where large 4 bunk jungle bungalows, which I shared with two other "snorkelers". What brought myself to this
place was a search for deeper awareness, meaning of life and to hopefully extends my healing process from the chrons decease. Others where there for
the same types of reasons.
On the 3rd day of my stay new room mate was carried via a stretcher and was hooked to oxygen. He was quiet and seemed to be troubled. He was not sure
weather he was at this place looking to prepare for death or be healed. He needed a lung transplant or some other operation which he could not afford
or chances of success where slim.
That night there was a ceremony to attend, but to no avail I could not get him to go, even though he had travelled all the way from Texas in search of
After the amazing ceremony I went back to the bungalow and chatted with the guy. As we where talking a knock came to the door and I welcomed the
master shaman into our cabin. The shaman was there to diagnose my room mate, lift his spirits and to see why he did not go to the ceremony. The
process of diagnosis was very interesting and can say that no doctor I have ever dealt with would have showed anymore compassion for his patient. The
shaman was very skill full in getting to the roots of this mans problem, but every time the shaman provided the remedy the guy would come up with
another "life threatening" ailment.
So, basically my feeling after witnessing this where mixed, did he need the oxygen for his lung decease or for his anxiety from so many fears of
All I can say is the next night I helped him to the ceremony site which was 150 yards from our cabin and it took him a half an hour to walk as I
dragged his oxy machine and kept him calm. He only had, shall I say a little ceremony ( ATS rules do not permit me to go into details), therefore he
did not have any profound experience. Though he did feel more comfortable with his surroundings and was open to stepping things up the next night.
The next night it was raining a little, therefore I piggy backed him to the ceremony. He was there in good time and was able to relax. After the
ceremony we talked of our experiences. I heard him being sick into a pale during the ceremony and asked if he felt better after he threw up. In a
stuttering and raspy Texan drawl he said." I.. I.. I threw up an octopus... a big black octopus was alive in the puke bucket... I didn't no how
many arms it had but I was watching it in the bottom of the bucket." Also he mentioned he had an escort entity during the ceremony which he thought
was telling him to prepare for death. It kind of shook him up because he wanted to be at this place for healing.
One thing though, he was glad to puke out that octopus.... what ever it was.