Consider Michael Harner's first experience with shaman initiation—an experience that resulted in his becoming a shaman. He employed the sacred drug made from the ayahuasca plant or "soul vine":
I could make out large numbers of people with the heads of blue jays and the bodies of humans, not unlike the bird-headed gods of ancient Egyptian tomb paintings. At the same time, some energy-essence began to float from my chest.... Although I believed myself to be an atheist, I was completely certain that I was dying and that the bird-headed people had come to take my soul away....
Starting with my arms and legs, my body slowly began to feel like it was turning to solid concrete.
I could not move or speak. Gradually, as the numbness closed in on my chest, toward my heart, I tried to get my mouth to ask for help, to ask the Indians for an antidote. Try as I might, however, I could not marshal my abilities sufficiently to make a word. Simultaneously, my abdomen seemed to be turning to stone, and I had to make a tremendous effort to keep my heart beating. ...I was virtually certain that I was about to die....I was dying and therefore, [it was] "safe" [for me] to receive [new] revelations. These were the secrets reserved for the dying and the dead, I was informed. I could only very dimly perceive the givers of these thoughts: giant reptilian creatures. . . . I could only vaguely see them in what seemed to be gloomy, dark depth.
Then they projected a visual scene in front of me. First they showed me the planet earth as it was aeons ago. ... [They said] they had come to planet earth to escape their enemy.
The creatures then showed me how they had created life on the planet in order to hide within the multitudinous forms and thus disguise their presence....They were the true masters of humanity and the entire planet, they told me. We humans were but the receptacles and ser-
vants of these creatures. .. .
I knew I had only a moment more to live. Strangely, I had no fear of the bird-headed people; they were welcome to have my soul if they could keep it....
[Later] I began to struggle against returning to the ancient ones, who were beginning to feel increasingly alien and possibly evil. . . .
I frantically tried to conjure up a power being to protect me against the alien reptilian creatures.
One appeared before me; and at that moment the Indians forced my mouth open and poured
the antidote into me (142:4-6).