A week or so ago I was fortunate to be able to attend a Hmong Ceremony where a friend was having her spirits cleansed. The night would involve watching a shaman do his thing, slaughtering a pig, hanging out with a Hmong family and cooking said pig. It was an amazing cultural experience and I left feeling so blessed that I live the life that I life. (this feeling lasted even when I got to my bike to find my helmet and tools stolen).
Before heading over to the Hmong village I hung out at my friends house on the Mekong. Beautiful place to live.
Our sacrificial lamb, er, pig.
sunsetting over the mekong and mountains from the village
two nieces of our host, just adorable
the family gathering pre-cleansing. the man in the middle is the uncle and also one of the shamans
my first hog tie, well... with first with a hog.
grandpa and me
The shaman starts the process
burns some papers with things written by the lady to be cleansed
shaman circles the participant while chanting and ringing the gong like instrument
circling
now circle the other way
last chants with gong
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