Philippines 1984: Shamanism among Ifugao tribals



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During the healing ceremony, one of the shamans is singing to call upon the evil spirit. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



In the village of Bocos, in the mountains of northern Luzon, my companion Jette Wistoft and I get acquainted with wood carver Joseph Blas. He is an Ifugao – one out of a dozen Malayan tribes, which inhabit this part of Luzon. Previously, these tribes were animists and head hunters, who believed that they would gain power from their slain enemies by cutting off their heads and keeping them as trophies. Their houses were built on stilts, a ladder leading up to each entrance. These ladders were pulled up at night, making it difficult for enemies to get into the houses and take heads. (Read more about animism on this website, see Religion: Animism.)



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The village of Bocos, Luzon, where Joseph Blas lives with his family. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



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Joseph Blas’s home is decorated with fine wood carvings. Carving is his profession, and he makes a living by selling his products to tourists. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



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Carved wooden figures, called bulol, guard Joseph’s rice harvest. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



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Joseph’s daughter, preparing a bird trap. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



King Felipe’s Islands
The lowland inhabitants were terribly afraid of these fierce head hunters of the mountains. The Spaniards, who colonized the islands in the 16th century, calling them Islas Felipinas in honour of King Felipe II, also feared these wild heathens, who wouldn’t convert to Christianity, as the lowland Filipinos had readily done. The Spaniards used the derogatory term igorots for the mountain tribes, a corruption of i golot, which, in Tagalog (today’s official language of the Philippines) merely means ‘mountain dweller’.

In 1898, following the Spanish-American War, the Treaty of Paris ceded the islands to the United States, after which they were known as the Philippines. Gradually, the highland tribes became more civilized, and shortly after 1950 the majority had been converted to Christianity. Still today, however, many tribals believe in the old spirits, making offerings to them, and to various ancient gods.

At least 2,000 years ago, these tribals constructed fantastic terraced fields, irrigated through an advanced system of canals. On these terraces, they grow their main staple, rice, supplied with sweet potatoes, taro, and various vegetables. They also raise chickens and black pigs, and the men hunt wild animals in the jungle.



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The main crop of the Ifugao tribe is rice, cultivated on fantastic terraced fields, constructed more than 2,000 years ago and irrigated through an advanced system of small channels. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



Old Blas is ill
In Bocos, Joseph’s old father has been ill for three weeks now. He was working in the fields, when he fell ill, so he went home to rest, waiting for the illness to disappear. As he didn’t get any better, he went to the local hospital, where a doctor gave him medicine and sent him home. The medicine didn’t help, and old Blas was now very weak. He went to the Christian priest for help. Together they prayed, but to no avail.

Joseph decided to ask the local medicine men for advice. Using the ‘egg test’, the medicine men suggested several options for a cure. They put an egg on top of another egg, and if it didn’t stay there, the proposed option was no good. The egg kept rolling down, until one of the men suggested calling five shamans to the village to perform a ceremony, luring the evil spirit out of old Blas’ body. This time, the egg stayed on top of the other one. Old Blas asked the five shamans to perform the healing ceremony, bringing them to the field, where the spirit had entered his body. In this field, the shamans spent all night, making sacrifices to the spirits.

This morning, after their long night vigil, the shamans return to the village to continue the healing ceremony inside a ceremonial hut. Old Blas is not allowed in here, but Joseph invites us to participate. Inside the hut, a big basket occupies the centre of the floor, containing several rice sheaves, a bowl of rice wine, a bamboo flute, and a bit of dried animal hide. There is also a larger bowl of wine, and Joseph has bought a bottle of gin and seven or eight bottles of beer for the medicine men. “The old guys drink a lot,” he says, laughing.

The medicine men start chanting, consuming large quantities of rice wine. We are told not to leave the hut during this chanting. Meanwhile, a large pig has been caught and tethered to a bamboo pole, its legs tied together. Inside the hut, two of the medicine men start dancing, one of them grasping a rice sheaf and a pig’s tail. They chant, slapping their thighs and stamping on the floor with their bare feet. The oldest one, who is tiny and incredibly wrinkled, rises to deliver a long speech, the purpose of which is to call upon the evil spirit.



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Old Blas contacted five shamans to ask them to perform a healing ritual to cure his illness. This picture shows one of the shamans. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



The spirit accepts the offering
The men now pour rice wine into a cup, made from half a coconut shell. They stamp on the floor, whereupon they descend the ladder, proceeding to dance around the tethered pig, while pouring rice wine on its body.

Joseph explains that the ritual slaughtering of the pig has to be performed slowly, because its screams will convince the evil spirit that the offering is meant for him, causing him to leave old Blas’ body. It is imperative that the blood of the pig stays inside its body, as the blood is the most important part of the offering. Using a sharp knife, one of the medicine men penetrates the pig’s skin at the lungs. He then thrusts a sharpened bamboo stick deep into its lungs, twisting it several times. The pig screams horribly, pink foam bubbling out of its mouth. After a few minutes it becomes silent, kicks a couple of times, whereupon it dies of suffocation.

The medicine men enter the hut again, and the pig is handed up to them. After a couple of minutes of dancing and chanting, the pig is taken out again. Its fur is singed in a fire, after which the shamans cut up the pig. All the blood is collected for the spirit, and liver and gall bladder are closely inspected. The gall bladder looks excellent, making the medicine men laugh, relieved. This is a sign that the evil spirit has accepted the pig blood and has left old Blas’ body. The pork is divided into 31 parts, one for each family in the village. The ribs and intestines belong to the medicine men.



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One of the shamans is dancing around the tethered pig, pouring rice wine on its body. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



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One of the shamans thrusts a sharpened bamboo stick deep into the lungs of the pig, twisting it several times. The pig screamed horribly, but died a couple of minutes later of suffocation. Its screams will convince the evil spirit that the offering is meant for him, and he will leave old Blas’ body. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



Bitter drink
Meanwhile, the village women have cooked a large amount of rice in a large bowl. The pork is now boiled in another bowl, and only salt is added, as other spices, or vegetables, are not allowed during a healing ceremony. The gall bladder is also boiled for a short while. Its content is mixed with gin, and everybody in the hut – including me – has a sip. It is extremely bitter.

Outside, the young men have slaughtered a smaller pig, which is also handed up to the shamans. They cut it open, and this one, too, has been accepted by the spirit. Two live chickens are handed to the medicine men. For a long time, they hold them in their hands, chanting. One of the men then pulls out the neck feathers of the chickens, and a wing feather from one of them. With the pointed end of the wing feather, he pierces the neck artery of the chickens and collects the blood in a small bowl. The evil spirit will move from the sick man into this bowl. The dead birds are handed back to the young men, who will cook them.

Inside the hut, we are served our share of the pork and chickens, with a bowl of rice. My share is a piece of burned pig skin, with a few hairs and a bit of fat attached to it. I eat a tiny bit, giving the rest to a village dog which has somehow been able to climb the ladder, looking for goodies. One of the shamans notices the dog, immediately landing it a precise kick right under the chin, causing it to roll backwards down the ladder, howling in pain and fear.

The rest of the meat has been distributed among all inhabitants of the village. This marks the end of the healing ceremony, and I hand Joseph’s mother 20 Pesos, as a contribution to the medicine men’s salary.


Meeting Joseph’s grandparents
It had been our intention this day, with Joseph as a guide, to hike up the mountain slope behind Bocos, continuing across a plateau and down the other side of the mountain to the village of Cambulo. However, Joseph requests that we postpone the trip for a day. On our walk we are going to pass the field, in which the shamans spent the night. If somebody passes this particular field today, the healing ceremony has been in vain. We readily agree to this, spending the rest of the day talking to Joseph in his house.

“Would you like to see my grandparents?” he asks. Naturally, we would like to meet them. He disappears into a small hut, returning with two bundles, wrapped in beautiful cloth, under his arms. “This is my grandfather,” he says, knocking on one of the bundles. “Tok-tok,” it rings. Very carefully, he opens the cloth, revealing a collection of human bones.

When an Ifugao has passed away, the body of the deceased is placed in a chair for a few days, watched over by a guard. If the deceased has siblings, he or she will be carried to their home and displayed there. Following a big party, the body is buried. Two or three years later, the bones are retrieved and cleaned, wrapped in cloth, and kept inside the house. This event is celebrated with another big party, during which water buffaloes, pigs, and chickens are slaughtered. If you can afford it, another party may take place a few years later.

The bones must be treated with due respect, otherwise the deceased person will be annoyed and may cause disease in the family. The bones are kept for many generations, until nobody can remember who they are. They are then thrown away.


Across the mountain with Joseph
After spending the night in Joseph’s house, we make an early start. The first hour or so, we walk on the levees between the terraced rice fields. In the beginning, we are afraid to fall into the wet paddy fields, but we soon learn the art of balancing on the narrow levees. Now we enter secondary forest, bearing the imprint of ax and fire. Two men are busy rolling a tree trunk out from a clearing, intended for growing sweet potatoes and other crops. Blue-headed fantail flycatchers (Rhipidura cyaniceps) are calling from the thickets. Joseph informs us that if one of them will cross the path in front of us, we shall have to return to the village. Luckily, they stay inside the bushes.

The path up the mountain slope is steep, the forest gradually becoming denser. A number of orchids grow here. Joseph is quite an encyclopedia, as far as useful forest plants are concerned. The fruits of Melastoma bushes have a strawberry-like taste. The marrow from a small palm species can be eaten raw. The juice from a certain species of grass can stop bleeding. The heart-wood of a particular tree is so hard that termites avoid it, and for this reason this species is very valuable for house construction, and for making rice mortars.

The trail now follows a ridge. Clouds descend on us, and it rains for some time, before the cloud cover lifts again. Often we must stop to pull off leeches, which have attached themselves to our naked legs. Joseph’s dog is much bothered by them, bleeding in several places. Joseph shows us local gods, carved from fern roots, almost hidden in the dense grass. He explains that people from Cambulo always pass this place at a distance – otherwise they will cough blood.

Joseph has brought his shotgun, and when an eagle takes off in front of us he makes an attempt to shoot it. Fortunately, some branches are in the way. A large pigeon is sitting nearby, eating fruits, but Joseph is not willing to sacrifice an expensive cartridge on a small bird like that. He only shoots larger animals like bearded pigs (Sus barbatus) and deer – and the harmful eagles which eat chickens.

We reach the far end of the ridge, whereupon we start our descent. It’s been raining a lot the last few days, making the path slippery, and we must walk with care to avoid falling. For several hours, we cling to climbers, stopping occasionally to pull off leeches. In Joseph’s opinion we are very slow, and most of the time he is far ahead. Finally, we reach the valley floor, crossing a small stream by jumping from one rock to the next. Joseph must carry his dog in his arms, as it is too frightened to swim across.



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Hiking up the mountain near Bocos with Joseph. He is a keen hunter, often going on hunting trips with his dog. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



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Joseph quenches his thirst, drinking the sap of a climber. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



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Joseph’s dog was too frightened to swim across the stream, so he had to hold it in his arms, jumping from one rock to the next. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



An American missionary
We make a stop for the night in the village of Tao, where Joseph has relatives. After enjoying a simple meal, we go to sleep, utterly exhausted. The following morning, we chat with our hosts, while breakfast is being prepared. As it turns out, three young men are going to the village of Batad, further down the valley. They agree to be our guides and to carry our packs to Cambulo. We say goodbye to Joseph, who disappears up the mountain slope with his dog. He is going to do a bit of hunting on his way home.

The young men walk briskly. Following a steep descent, we walk along the levees between the rice fields. On this clear morning, the view across the valley is indeed beautiful. A couple of hours later we spot Cambulo, a large village near a river. While I make a stop to take some photographs, Jette proceeds, and when I catch up with her she is talking to two Western women, one of them an American missionary, named Delia. She was much surprised to see a lone European woman emerge from the rice fields. The other woman is a German tourist, whose husband is upstream, taking a bath. I join him, while the three women go further upstream to another bathing spot.

Delia is unmarried and has been living in Cambulo for 14 years. She confides in us that it is extremely difficult to convert these people to Christianity, and she often feels lonely. She is very happy to see us and invites all four of us to stay in her house. She is overjoyed when she learns that Jette is a physiotherapist, and implores her to treat some of the village women who are suffering from headache and muscle pain.

We stay in her house for a few days. She has a tame monkey, a young long-tailed macaque (Macaca fascicularis), which was given to her by a hunter who shot its mother. It’s quite cute – but also naughty, especially at mealtime. Jette is working hard, trying to help the women. She confides in me that she has rarely encountered such damage in people. The women are simply worn out by hard work, and all she can do is to give them a massage to lessen their pain. Delia explains that the men are lazy. While the women are doing all the hard work, they collect firewood in the forest, go hunting, and look after the children.

Accompanied by several children, I stroll in the neighbourhood. The kids spot a snake in a bush, but even though they point it out to me, I am simply not able to see it. They show me a small plant, whose leaves contain a lot of vitamin C, and we encounter birds like Philippine coucal (Centropus viridis), long-tailed shrike (Lanius schach), and grey wagtail (Motacilla cinerea). In the evening, hundreds of fireflies are gathered in some bushes. Their flashing is so bright that the bushes are illuminated.



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Village near Cambulo, with terraced rice fields as a spectacular background. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



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I went on several hikes with the Ifugao children, and they would show me snakes and different types of medicinal plants. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



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Delia had a cute – but naughty – baby long-tailed macaque (Macaca fascicularis). – Read more about this species, as well as many other monkeys, elsewhere on this website, see Animals: Monkeys and apes. (Photo copyright © by Kaj Halberg)



What happened to old Blas?
We commence our walk through the forest towards Banawe. It has been raining a lot lately, making the trails slippery. Many small birds fly about, among them flycatchers, tailorbirds (Orthotomus), and two species of white-eye (Zosterops). A couple of school girls climb a tree to collect its edible fruits, breaking off a branch and handing it to us. The berries are sweet and sticky.

Gradually, the trail widens, and, as it turns out, a road is under construction between Banawe and Cambulo. Delia told us that the construction had lasted six or seven years, and the road would probably never be completed. We meet only five or six road workers, scraping a bit with a shovel here and there – no machines. Very good, we think, this means that Cambulo will have peace for some years to come. Five or six kilometres before Banawe, we get a lift with a jeep.

We make a visit to Joseph in Bocos, as we would like to hear how his father is doing. As it turns out, he was cured by the shamans. The day after the ceremony he was moving about, and already a couple of days later he guided some tourists across the mountain range to Cambulo.



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