Author: Yolanda J. Ash
I recently took my daughter to a cultural event where women danced and played tribal drums. She loved it! In fact, she said, and I quote, “Those ladies are dancing their tail-feathers off and I am going to dance my tail off the wall too. ”I guess the drumming and the dancing came together to really touch my daughter’s Spirit. I can relate to her sentiments.
It’s a strange feeling, but whenever I hear drums (especially tribal drums), I want to jump up and scream (in a good way). It’s as if though the beat of the drum resonates deep within me even when I don’t necessarily physically hear it beating. It beats in a place I feel I have lost contact with. Perhaps that is why I feel the urge to scream. A primal need to connect, or perhaps reconnect, both with myself and with the Universe and those in it.
I think all of us are drums in life. Even when the instrument (or instruments) we may happen to possess a forte in may be something other than a drum. The beauty of a drum is that if you place numbers of people in an area together and give each of them a drum, to start, it might sound quite cacophonous, however, by unexplained phenomena, eventually, each and every drum beat will compliment the others. That is the inherent nature of the instrument. There is an automatic, natural, pure, unadulterated timing that happens.
I wonder. How different are we as people? It would seem to me that if enough people started vibrating (beating) to a frequency that complimented one another, we would somehow end up with a symphonic output. And, with not much real effort. Just by simply allowing each one to play the note or beat residing inside, without judgment or “fine tuning”, something melodious would transpire. To this regard, it would not matter one’s age, or one’s size; or one’s color, or one’s anything for us to synchronize and make beauty…together.
In everyone resonating at once, our sound waves would be increased, exponentially. Prime example. If I were to start chanting, “Peace, Love & Prosperity” at the top of my lungs while seated in a stadium, bare minimal, only those in my direct circumference would hear me clearly, however, if all of us in the stadium began chanting, “Peace, Love & Prosperity”, I guarantee, we will be heard, both by each other, and quite possibly by quite a few people not within the stadium.
I think this is where the concept (and reality) of “mob” or “gang” mentality comes in. Take the same scenario, only this time, while I am (or anyone else) is chanting, “Peace, Love and Prosperity”, everyone else in the stadium is shouting things to the contrary. Not only might that solo voice go un-heard, but it also stands the chance of being intimidated into joining the crowd.
It’s great that the Creator has blessed us with proximity. Those few standing near me (in this fictional stadium), might choose to chant along with me, and then those near them might do the same, and so on and so on and so forth. A ripple (a wave) would then resonate a new cheer. I’m willing to bet, the more excited we become, the more intense that wave will become, the more brilliantly it will be distinguished and more clearly it will be heard. Eventually, our particular wave would engulf the negative wave.
Why is it that we can come together, en masse, all around the world, to cheer on our vanities and those who stimulate them, and yet we can’t seem to come together to solve problems which involve and which will ultimately dissolve us all?
As I watched the 2008 olympics as tell-a-visioned from china, I was completely in awe of pure human capability. I can only begin to imagine the intense emotion those people, who were actually there in that moment experienced. The fact that it was all about a competition to claim a little piece of gold, diminished the profoundness of the moment, to me. What if those same moments were in celebration of us (people) coming together to end the wars that many of our countries are involved in? Or, what if, those same moments were in celebration of an end to world hunger? Or, what if those same moments were in celebration of the eradication of homelessness? Or even more profound, what if those same moments were simply in celebration? Simply because “our team” the concerned humans team, felt like screaming (nice things) to each other and into the Universe.
Sounds like a supersonic symphony to me, for real ya’ll!
