Stick with me, there’s a point to all of this.
I wake up, not with the memory of a dream, but with a song, The Drugs Don’t Work, by The Verve, rolling out in complete recall: The lyrics, the melody, the complete orchestration…something like this acoustic recording, only more-so,
Spirit is giving me a message! I do not do drugs, so, superficially, I can say this isn’t a message for me. But the odd thing about hearing this song this morning was, in spite of its melancholy tone, it didn’t make me sad; because of the ending, it actually makes me feel, and I mean, feel, hopeful and connected to Spirit.
I’ve only recently heard this song when I reinstalled my entire CD collection onto my phone in April. I have 2,095 tracks on my phone. My cd player is set to play tracks, not albums, and it goes alphabetically from ” “, ( ), 01, 02, and then A through Z. I play these songs, end over end on all my various road trips across Florida.
You might think I’d get tired of hearing these songs in alphabetical order, but several factors are at play which make every road trip a wonderful conversation with Spirit. Frequently, the system will jump from the T’s back to the S’s as if it is important for me to hear one particular song — like Scarborough Fair by Glen Campbell, followed by … Scarborough Fair by Simon and Garfunkle. I’m obviously meant to get that message… whatever it is. Deciphering these messages is a work in progress.
Due to the way a lot of CDs are produced, copied, shared and uploaded, I have a lot of songs called, Track 01, Track 02, Track 03 … so, there is a point in time where I get this strange rotation of songs by Albannach, and, Mbrascatu. This is a strange pairing. Albannach is tribal, Celtic, mostly pulsating drums and bag pips and some vocalizations.
Mbrascatu’s songs are sung in Italian, and accompanied by violins and other instruments. I heard this band play live in Seattle in February 2016. They are great fun to watch, they have great stage presence. You know I danced. I loved their music, but I do not speak Italian. I don’t know what they are singing about. It could be about their family, their lover, a lost love, their land, their wine or pasta. I haven’t a clue. But the songs make me feel happy. Here they are playing “Cittu Za Vecchia” which they say means ‘shut up grand mother,’ but I think they were joking —
Here is what I’m really writing about today, Honorable Shamans and Fellow Pagans. Because of my Whale Energy (The Whales are some of my Spirit Helper Animals,) I pick up music and songs easily: I’m tuned in to the way songs sounds. I know romance languages and can make out syllables, I can sing La-La, La-La. La. La La La, la la la, along with Mbrascatu. I can learn the songs without knowing the words.
Recently, I was honored to attend a Sweat Lodge Ceremony where all the sacred songs were sung in Lakota. Now, I do not speak Lakota, but when the people began singing, my Whales do their thing, and I respond in sound bytes and syllables, and gradually pick up the songs as time goes on, through repetition. The first time I attended this Ceremony, back in late December, even though I didn’t know the words, the songs touched my Heart; it didn’t matter what the words were. In one of the Ceremonies this past weekend, someone taking their first Sweat asked if the songs were available translated into English. They wanted to know what the songs meant. It is always a challenge to translate songs from one language to another because of grammar and sentence structure. Lakota doesn’t translate to English very well at all because Lakota will have one word for a beautiful concept that must be described in a complete sentence.
This weekend, as I attended this wonderful and beautiful Ceremony, I learned more of the songs, and more and more of the words are seeping in, touching my Heart. One day I will wake up singing those songs.
Footnote: Maybe now, this part of my post “Journey of the Heart: The Shamanic Path Within” on May 10th, will make more sense:
I sing a lot. Sometimes I sing out loud, and teach songs in sacred space. Other times, I sing along to my cd player in my car as I am driving around Florida, on my circuit of road trips.
… the Song [the Messages from Spirit] is in my head and ears, rolling around in a great widening spiral to my heart…
[On your Sacred Path,] the big green hum of cicadas sings to you, calls to your heart, their rising and falling crescendos a giant spiral yet again. Find your song, follow your path.
And share your Peace with Mother Earth, Father Sky, and with the Big Waters all around you.
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