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I live in the Pacific Northwest, in an area that has a high amount of native spirit energy that has accumulated over thousands of years. And, as far as I know, I don't have any native blood to call my own. Which is why it came as a bit of a shock when I seemed to get a welcoming message when I moved into my current home back in 2007.
One morning just after I moved into my house, I was laying half-awake half asleep, but still conscious of the physical world around me. As I lay in bed, I became aware of a drummer who was chanting to what I thought was a new day that was just breaking. As I listened, I also became aware of cars driving nearby on the highway that's only maybe a quarter mile away. I could hear their wheels as they drove on the wet pavement. It only took a second to realize that it was raining because of the squishy noise that tires make on a wet road as they travel along.
After determining that it was raining, I settled back into listening to the drumming and chanting that seemed to be right outside of my window. It only took me a few moments to become almost hypnotized to his song. I couldn't believe how good he was and thought that it must be one of my new neighbors close by. I felt welcomed and happy that perhaps this would be the way I would awaken every morning.
I continued to listen for several minutes before finally deciding that I just had to get up and try to see if I could figure out just which neighbor it was that was serenading the new morning. I wanted to let him know that I loved his music and would cherish waking up to his chanting and drumming each new day. However, just as soon as I opened my eyes the drumming and the chanting stopped instantly. But I could still hear the cars as they drove along the wet road.
In a way I was heartbroken that this was just a one concert event. But I also considered that perhaps this was spirits way of welcoming me to a new start in a new place.
Bill Walker
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I visited Sedona AZ to check out the power spots a few years ago. My partner went for a past life regression session. While I was waiting I decided to go check out a site called Catherdral Rock, a big red pointy hill with a double spire shaped top. It was a pretty easy climb and there was no one else on the trail. I got about 2/3s the way up and then heard a group of drummers. I was curious but felt uncomfortable about approaching them since it didn't seem right to disturb what was likely a sacred ceremony. Still my curiosity got the best of me and I slowly approached the group. The sound was clear and there was also indigenous chanting that accompanied the sound of hide drums.. probably 3 or 4 of them. The trail came up behind a big stone. When I got there I peeked over it to see the group. But the sound halted abruptly and there was none to be seen. I walked over to where the group were chatting and drumming. The ground was undisturbed and No even the wild plants had been pressed to show the passage of feet. I don't know if it was an echo from another era or whether this was a portal where the power of there ceremony penetrated through time. I am certain it was real, but a different kind of real that most people encounter. I've always been drawn to indigenous culture and have been mistaken for an indigenous person more than once. My paternal grandfather was conceived in Nebraska in Lakota territory in the midst of the war on the Soiux in 1876. His parents who had emigrated from England 2 years earlier returned to England after my grandfather was born.. so maybe there's a family secret there. Maybe it was my relatives reaching out on Cathedral Rock..
Hi Tara, thanks for commenting. Your experience sounds very similar to mine. I would suspect that the chanting was meant for you personally. Maybe you're right, it was awakening something hidden in your past. I definitely felt that my experience was meant for my benefit. I've had many experiences throughout my life, and this was directed at me from spirit as a new challenge to confront in my life. I suggest you search your past experiences and see if you can relate any of them to this one!