8,000 Healing Drums
The Otomi people, descendants of the Mayan Olmec and Toltecs of Mexico, prophesized the healing of Mother Earth will begin when 8,000 sacred drums are played together. This inscription was found in a cave located on an Otomi sacred ceremonial site. The Otomi people consider sound as a form of prayer and a basis for their spiritual practices. In 2004 the first modern ceremony was held and the prophecy of healing began. To continue the energy of this healing ceremony, indigenous peoples and followers of indigenous traditions worldwide will drum together on Friday, March 21 at 2 p.m. EST.
You can participate by drumming alone or with others, while holding the intent of Earth healing.
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The SerpentIn the name of
In the name of the Christ inside
I stood on my rock,
beating an empty oatmeal drum,
singing out to my Creator,
and singing out to the yawning,
the new fawning of Brother Sun,
and when his rays first sprang,
on this winter day,
my sight needed more rocks for height,
and my eyes peeked into everlasting,
raising my arms
I gave my Brother Sun a charm,
a word of welcome and farewell…
all is forgiven,
three sparrows flew into the play
a large robin sat in a tree,
a crow cawed loud in the distance,
as Snake-man steered at me,
he asked me what I was doing,
I replied, “Drum drum drumming
to the Winter Solstice of Brother Sun.”
A question I then asked Snake-man,
”Do you still have the serpents?”
He said he did, lots of them,
and that I could come over,
so I stepped off my rock,
and roamed over to his home,
and gave three knocks upon his door,
he welcomed me in,
into his warm & humid but clean Snake-man room,
there were many snakes
for my eye to see,
I asked for one big but
he gave me one smaller,
a small white one hidden
in a larger one’s coil,
Snake-man laid it in my hands,
it slithered up my arms,
it looked me in the eyes,
it wiggled it’s tongue,
and squeezed me tight,
tight around both my wrist,
”Your forgiven.” I said to the serpent,
pink eyes peering above it’s grinned smile,
Snake-man unwrapped it gently from my being,
and placed it back with the other from where it came,
then with a missing finger Snake-man handshake,
he gave me the skin of his big white snake,
and he wished me well for my journey,
and into the shedding sun I drove,
to a land high upon a large rock,
to a giant serpent mound,
measuring one-thousand-three-hundred-and-thirty-five-feet,
alone I sat with it's tail coiled around me,
Snake-man's white snakeskin
now wrapped my forehead,
with a cold breath steaming,
I spoke to the serpent unseen,
told him I was there to forgive,
said my peace and let loose,
all the way past it’s head,
into a round circle,
shaped oval like an egg,
in it I dropped to my knees,
then into Brother Sun gave my pleas,
to my Creator I spoke of renewal,
then stood up and walked on
to an open valley -- a forest below me,
waters running wide through Mother Earth,
my name was given to everyone there,
only the sounds of nature replied,
in it one voice I understood completely,
but I asked them all to forgive me,
and back to the serpent’s head I returned,
and buried in him Snake-man’s snakeskin,
in the mound’s eye a prayer again was given,
becoming lost in the movement of two women,
upon the serpent’s back they approached me,
in their hands they carried wands,
one pointed straight at me,
I didn’t say a thing,
just got up and walked past them,
on my way I also walked by a fat man,
I asked him for the time wrapped on his wrist,
rolling up his sleeve he told me One-Thirty,
I hurried back to the coil of the serpents tail,
and sat white within the swirl around me,
and reached out my hands aligned with a light,
of the sun,
and spoke to my Creator about the dimming of the pain,
and forgave the giant serpent everyone seems to hate,
and the wind blew warmer and a bird sang,
soon all was still and quiet and nice,
and Brother Sun became brighter,
and I spoke about better tomorrows,
and prayed first for my wife and children,
next I gave the names of all my siblings,
asking for favor also for all their children,
ending it with a personal intention,
to the healers,
the visionaries,
the warriors,
and the teachers,
a prayer for great leaders…
there’s never just one,
and a prayer for those that celebrate a birth today,
my prayer ended as I departed the soil of the giant serpent,
but it will never end under the warmth of my Creator…
As looking back I said a never ending prayer,
a prayer about time and matter meeting,
and always dying and becoming new again,
”Glory be to the Great Grandfather.
Glory be to the Sun.
Glory be to the Spirit.
As it was in the beginning
is now and forever shall be
world without end. Amen”
Again to beat my drum this Friday.
Today is part of forever.
Drumming
Hand drummer
I love drumming, used to do it all the time with friends when I was younger, feels so good! I'm looking forward to joining the circle.
"Techqua Ikachi" -blending with the earth and celebrating life
THANK YOU EARTH MOTHER
"We are the Resurrection. We are the Rising Sun. Ride the Wing'd Serpent's Tongue. We are the Only One." "We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect.” - Aldo Leopold
Robert