My ancestors began to shamanize with me. They stood me up like a block of wood and shot at me until I lost consciousness. They cut up my flesh, separated my bones, counted them, and ate my flesh raw. When they counted the bones they found one too many; had there been too few, I could not have become a shaman.
Siberian Tungus shaman Semyonov Semyon as reported by G.V. Ksenofontov, 1930.

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