Witnessing a Lepcha Shaman Ritual in Sikkim

It took us about 20 minutes to trek through the dense forests of Dzongu in North Sikkim. I was with my friend Vaishnavi Rathore, and we were lucky that the rain had just stopped. However, the wet mud made it quite tricky for us city folks. I was especially worried about slipping and hurting myself, not to mention the risk of damaging my fancy camera.

Our guide, Mayalmit Lepcha, is not just any local; she is also an environmental activist. Earlier, we had been discussing the effects of a recent glacial lake outburst flood in Sikkim, which had caused significant destruction. We were here to report on how this disaster and ongoing hydropower projects were affecting local communities and the environment. Mayalmit then invited us to witness a Lepcha ritual, which is a significant part of their culture.

As we continued our hike, the sun began to set. By the time we saw a small house peeking through the wild ferns, the sky had turned a beautiful shade of purple-blue. This was the home of a shaman, a spiritual leader in the Lepcha community. The excitement was palpable as we approached the hut where the ritual would take place. The atmosphere was vibrant; the family inside was bustling with activity as they prepared for the ceremony.

When we greeted the family with “Khamree,” a traditional Lepcha greeting, I pulled out my camera, eager to capture the evening’s magic. But as luck would have it, there was a sudden power cut, and the lights went out. Mayalmit chuckled and said it happened all the time in Dzongu.

The Lepchas hold a deep connection to nature, viewing mountains, rivers, and forests as divine entities. Every year, they perform this ritual to welcome the spring season, seeking blessings for prosperity and well-being for their community. This year’s ceremony was especially meaningful because it was led by a young shaman.

As preparations continued, I noticed the delightful smell of smoke rising from an outdoor kitchen area. The community members, both men and women, busily chopped vegetables and cooked a special dinner. Some villagers had even traveled from Gangtok to join the festivities. Their shy smiles and curious gazes made for beautiful photographs.

The hut for the ritual was built using natural materials like mud and bamboo, as Mayalmit explained that this was a requirement. Inside, the young shaman, appearing calm yet slightly nervous, was busy arranging items for the ceremony. He looked to be around my age.

While waiting for the ritual to begin, we met a variety of people: an elder shaman, a Buddhist monk, a farmer, and Mayalmit herself. They all came together with a shared concern about the impact of hydropower projects on their sacred Teesta River, which they believe is a passage for departed souls. It was shocking to learn that ten large dams had already been built on this sacred river, threatening their beliefs and way of life.

When it was finally time for the ritual, we made our way to the hut. The rain had returned, and the earthy scent filled the air. Inside the dimly lit hut, oil lamps flickered, casting shadows around the room. At the center, an altar was set up, and both the young and elder shamans sat in front of it, engaged in chanting and playing traditional instruments.

I positioned myself in the front row, eager to document the event. After about ten minutes, the dynamic changed. The young shaman suddenly stood up as if transformed. Mayalmit whispered to us that an ancestor had entered him. I noticed his body language had shifted; he walked with a stick and had a different energy about him. I attempted to film the moment, but to my surprise, my camera had overheated and stopped working.

As he walked around the altar, waving his stick to ward off negative energies, he locked eyes with Vaishnavi and me. It felt like a direct connection, and in that moment, I realized we were the outsiders. Mayalmit signaled us to lower our eyes, and my heart raced as he lifted his stick toward me, only to bring it down on my camera. Shocked, I quickly turned it off and glanced nervously at Vaishnavi. The mix of fear and awe was overwhelming as the sound of thunder echoed outside.

Through the hut’s only window, a flash of lightning illuminated the dark sky. This experience taught me just how closely the Lepcha community’s identity is tied to nature, an identity now under threat from numerous hydropower projects that claim to offer development.

For the Lepchas, real development isn’t about construction; it’s about preserving what they already have.

During our two days in Dzongu, we didn’t see the electricity return. Each night, the village fell into darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of oil lamps. It was a unique experience, reminding me of the simplicity and beauty of life deeply rooted in nature.

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