As you can perhaps imagine, the entire valley was in an uproar for weeks. The rest of the festival was canceled (and it was a very important festival in which the goddess of the upper end of the valley was brought down to greet the god of the lower end of the valley once a year and all the gods and goddesses of all the 365 villages of the valley came together each year to be in attendance.
The government officials from Simla, the state capital, arranged to come to the Hadimba Devi temple in Dhoongri where the goddess resided to make supplication. This was the very first time that I ever saw a chanelling, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My alter-ego @twiceuponatime may write about it in future in one of his Reports from the Bleeding Edge :-)
Write about the whole story in a linear fashion and how each moment affected you. I would like to hear more about it, thanks ^_^
P.S. why post it on your alter ego? Why not just post it on this account?
Wow! What an incredible journey you have had. I can't even imagine being left standing between two others shot down. This definitely sounds like an experience to share in more detail and depth. I'll bet you have a lifetime of stories beyond the imagination. I imagine that is why you are on the cutting-edge of things. Thank you so much for giving us a taste and for your comments here @onceuponatime. Your input is greatly appreciated.