My exorcism - true story
2.5 months ago I went to Costa Rica with a travel group, and some of them knew each other beforehand but some of us had just met for the first time. I never met any of them in person before going on the trip, but we all bonded really nicely on the trip. The group was planning on doing mushrooms, and I had never done it before and I was also really scared to do it because I was on Parkinson's medication, so I decided to pass.
The woman who was going to lead the mushroom journey was an indigenous Shaman. She also described herself as an energy healer, which I kind of rolled my eyes at.
After talking to her and discussing my medications, she seems really knowledgeable about the mushrooms and my medications and I felt comfortable so I decided I was going to do it afterall.
I had to go off of all of my medications in order not to have an adverse reaction and for the first 2 days I was super irritable but by day 3 it was tolerable and on day 4 we did the mushroom journey. I was the only person in the group who had never done it before, so she gave me a much smaller dose than everyone else.
She started me off on one gram of the mushrooms ground up in a shot glass of water. I was so scared to take it that it took me about 5 minutes until I finally downed it. I think the strain was called Golden something, and at first I didn't feel anything.
The first thing that I noticed was that I had a coin and I started doing this thing with a coin where I was able to roll it over my knuckles like Two-Face from Batman. I found this fascinating because I have hand tremors and up until then I didn't have control of my hands, and I've never been able to do that before (or after) the mushroom journey.
I told her I wasn't really feeling much, and so she gave me another gram. Everyone else there was doing three or four grams, and I was on the lowest dose.
Everyone was laying or sitting on yoga mats and she was sitting in front of these big white bowls and was singing/chanting softly and playing music with the bowls.
I started staring at her without blinking while still rolling this coin over my knuckles and she caught my eye and smiled, and I started feeling this anger inside and I started saying something like "please stop" because the music felt like it was really irritating me. I kept saying "please stop, please stop" and she put her hand up with her palm facing towards me, and I felt a force pushing me back, and it was so unbearable that I had to turn around. She continued singing/chanting and I wanted to turn back around but I just couldn't.
With what felt like tremendous force, I turned around and I started laughing and my laughter turned into crying and I looked at her and started huffing like a little kid would do when they are really mad and she closed her eyes and continued her singing and put her palm up again and I lost it. I kept pleading with her to stop and I was trying to manipulate her to stop by saying that she was hurting me (even though she wasn't really hurting me) just to get her to stop the singing/chanting.
She didn't stop and she continued chanting or singing or doing whatever she was doing with the palm of her hand facing towards me and I started feeling desperate and in this really whiny voice I was saying something like "I don't want to go, please don't make me go, I don't want to go" and pleading for her to stop because I didn't want to go. My body started writhing and contorting into weird positions and I started getting angrier and angrier, and I felt this pressure in my head and I knelt down and put my hands over my ears and my face on the ground until I started screaming begging her to stop because I kept saying "I don't want to go!".
Finally she came up to me and put her hand on me and said "witness", and it felt like I snapped out of it. I felt like I was me again. I put my right hand on my heart and felt my heartbeat and I started to cry from relief and I just kept saying thank you because whatever it was that was doing those things inside my body was gone.
She went back to singing and chanting and playing music on her bowls, and I sat back up again and it felt like I was this empty vessel and spirits were just coming in and out of me. It was wild!
One of them had a British accent and asked her to stop politely but she didn't, and then it left and then another one came in to my body and looked at her with sadness and kept saying "it's too late she's [me] too far gone, this vessel is hollow", and I felt this tremendous sadness like I was this damaged empty vessel that was beyond saving.
As this was happening, I remember everything vividly and I was completely aware of everything that was happening but I started questioning if I was indeed too far gone and if I wanted to fight for my life.
I decide that I want to live, and I start looking for any other entities inside and kicking them out. I do remember feeling like there might have been a few little ones left but they weren't strong enough like that big one who I later called the trickster, and I was just too exhausted to extract all of them out. Later on I just kept laughing because I felt like I got control of my body back and I was just so happy.
The next morning after the mushroom journey, everyone was talking about their experience, and I told them what happened and they all said that they saw it as it was happening and I wasn't just imagining it. They also said that they saw a difference in me, and something changed, because I didn't seem like the same person as I was at the beginning of the trip.
I didn't tell anyone back home that I took mushrooms until a few weeks later, because it's so out of character for me and I was afraid of how my friends and family would react. Ironically everyone back home who saw me afterwards said that something felt different about me but they couldn't put their finger on it.
When I got home, I felt like I did more in a day than I would normally do in a month. For a long time I felt like I was in a fog, and all of a sudden it felt like that mental fog had lifted.
I can't explain it, but it felt like I got my life back.
The weirdest part is probably that the texture of my hair changed!
I went from having really flat straight limp hair to this huge curly lion's mane of hair and everyone that sees me now asks me what I did to my hair and I just say nothing, because how do I explain that?!
Another cool thing is that I never had to get back on my medication again. I was taking a pretty serious Parkinson's medication, and I don't have to take it anymore. My neurologist couldn't believe it. He paraded me around the entire department when I told him I stopped taking my medication and he said it was a miracle. Of course he did not write about the mushroom journey in my chart, he just wrote that my symptoms seemed to have improved to the point where I was able to get off of the medications. I didn't tell him about the "exorcism".
I really don't know what happened during that mushroom journey. Even immediately after I snapped out of it but while I was still high, I asked her if she had performed an exorcism on me because I just knew that's what it was. I asked her again after the high wore off if she actually performed an exorcism on me or if I hallucinated it, and she just winked and smiled at me.
Whatever happened during that mushroom journey, whether it was just a hallucination or an actual exorcism, I got my life back, and that's all I care about.