In yesterday’s post, My First Shamanic Journey, I described travelling through my shamanic tunnel without the aid of drums. This post is going to describe the same journey with drums.
I love YouTube. I went there and did on search on shamanic drums. The first video in the list was an hour long. Hmmmm, no I had things to do, and I really couldn’t afford an hour. Ah, the second one in the list was ten minutes. Perfect.
I clicked play on the video, then lay down on the floor in my yoga corpse pose, and put a towel over my eyes. Ideally, this exercise takes place in the dark, but the towel blocking out light was going to have to do. The video started out with some annoying pinging, so I just breathed through that part. When the drumming started I entered Eeyore’s house as I had done previously.
That is where the similarity ended.
A long black tunnel snaked ahead of me. I started off crawling, but as the drum beat sped up, I couldn’t crawl fast enough. So, I flattened out Superman style and flew through the tunnel. It was like being on a water slide. Or, on a luge … or at least as I imagine what being on a luge would feel like. Whoosh. Up the sides of the tunnel walls, around curves, up and down dips. Whoosh.
Then POP I shot straight up out of my hole, landing on my feet behind it … and right beside an aboriginal gentleman in suede and feathers. I got a bit confused for a second. “Are you me?” I asked. “No, you are you,” he replied. Whew! I wasn’t prepared for gender swapping if that was where this was leading.
“Follow me,” he commanded and strode off down the hillside. I had to scramble to catch up. At the bottom of hill we each climbed onto a horse. Mine was white. No saddle, no bridle, but somehow I managed to stay on and we took off at a gallop through a valley with mountains of aspen on either side. This went on for quite awhile and I simply reveled in the sensation of speed.
We stopped when we came to a very shallow brook, maybe about six feet across and only a foot deep. It was crystal clear and I could see each perfectly rounded river stone and the patterns the water made as it swirled around them.
“Do you know where we are?” asked my companion. “Yes, New Mexico.”
Don’t ask me where that came from. I just knew I was in New Mexico.
I got off the horse and led him across the stream, but my companion did not follow. “Are you coming with me?” I asked. “No, you go alone from here.”
Now, at this point part of my brain is starting to worry that I am getting pretty far away from my tunnel hole. This must have shown on my face in my vision, because my companion chuckled and assured me that I would get back to the tunnel.
Okay … well, no reason not to trust him, so back up onto my horse and we started to climb a steep hill thick with the aspens. I have been to Colorado and New Mexico, so I know what they look and smell like. I also grew up surrounded by poplars which are our Canadian equivalents. The leaves were yellow, so that put the time frame in the fall.
Climbing, climbing … I am impatient, remember? Climbing, climbing … sigh. I dismounted the horse and sent him back to his owner. Climbing, climbing … Okay, enough already. I lay down on a thick bed of leaves and stared up at the sky.
That is when the annoying pinging started up again. CRAP! Time to return and I am across a freakin’ valley from my tunnel.
Next thing I know, the leaves have formed a magic carpet and I am being air lifted back down the hill, across the brook, through the valley, up my original hill and dumped unceremoniously into my tunnel to be shot straight out into Eeyore’s house on my backside. Think of when you were a kid and over shot the end of the playground slide and landed in the sand at the bottom. It is not very graceful.
Opened my eyes. End of journey.
Now, if all that isn’t intriguing enough, I swear that I was only lying on the floor for all of three minutes maximum, but the YouTube video is ten minutes long. I completely lost all sense of time. Huh!
And apparently … drums do make a difference.
More to come.
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