Dance me!
Last Friday was a wet, wintery afternoon. Sitting around, trying to keep warm and drinking tea makes me feel sluggish; it was time to blow some cobwebs away before the weekend.
I spent the afternoon at a Native American Drumming session, and I really enjoyed the opportunity to play with the energies that are stimulated and released through the medium of rhythmic drumming.
It was a very powerful experience; both the drumming and the connection with other people who were also there “just to drum”. The noise was joyful and I was able to connect with the beat that I was keeping, as well as hearing others’ rhythms. Matthew (White Feather) had mentioned that crystals could be charged by placing them under the drum, as the energies would help to cleanse and recharge anything that was placed there.
I popped my selenite wand underneath the beautiful Mother Drum and it stayed there for at least an hour as we drummed, and chanted and whistled and sang. I certainly felt refreshed and energised when we finished and it was time to go home. It had been a great way to bring some fresh energy into a dull, damp afternoon.
I got home and put the kettle on, settling down with a cup of camomile tea and some chocolate, (yes, it was that kind of a day), I popped my wand on the coffee table and relaxed, listening to the radio playing softly in the background. As I sat, cup of tea steaming in my hand, my mind drifting off into a daydream, the radio began to play “Bridge over Troubled Water” by Simon and Garfunkel. Amongst all of the music that had been playing in the periphery of my attention, this one song jumped out at me.
A few days earlier, there had been a funeral service at the local sports ground near to our house; one of the songs that was carried on the breeze was “Bridge over Troubled Water” which had been played repeatedly. I remember thinking, “I haven’t heard that song for ages!” I used to love it when I was much younger, but had forgotten it over time as my musical vocabulary increased and changed direction.
My awareness became refocused on the moment, my daydream evaporating rapidly. My attention was drawn to my wand. It was singing to me, singing along to “Bridge over Troubled Water”! I picked it up and touched the crystal. All at once I experienced a rush of pure love; it was telling me that it loved me so very, very much. It would always love me and wanted to be with me helping and healing. I held this crystal tenderly, like a lover, pressed it to my cheek. It sang for the whole song, sang with all its might. It was one of the most profound experiences I have ever had.
What my crystal was telling me was that the charge it had received from the drumming had given it a hugely energetic experience and because it was so “alive” in this moment it was able to sing and speak very clearly to me. Normally, we communicated by thoughts and feelings; intuition, if you will. Because we had both been so “energised” by the drumming experience, we were both at a place where we could speak freely and easily to each other.
It was wonderful. Even after the song had finished, the memory of the communication lingered in my mind and is still with me three days later.
Now, I don’t know what I am going to do with this information or understanding of the power of rhythm on crystals. I do, however, feel compelled to gather all of my crystals and drum for them, so that we can talk and work together. I will be researching the practicality of acquiring a hand drum and the best techniques to use.
In the meantime, the experience has certainly given me a deeper respect and love for the things around me. I am now interested in communicating with objects, elements, energies that are not “conscious” in the conventional sense. There is a whole Universe of things to talk to, a whole world of crystals, stones, elements and energies to which it is possible to connect. How very exciting!
My path just gets more and more interesting each day that I am alive. As they say, “watch this space!”
I have put the song below for you to enjoy, I recommend listening whilst holding something meaningful in your hands. Let it sing to you, the way my beautiful Selenite sang to me.
Namaste.
~ Youthemeus
Youthemeus 