Happy New Years Everyone, (& Happy 18th Birthday to my dear son Maury)
I have been expecting big changes in 2012, and thus far have not been disappointed. As I sit here typing, I am looking out our big bay window at a sky as baby blue as the Caribbean ocean and the sun shining as bright as ever, with frozen green grass in our front yard. Now, that is pretty wild, considering we usually have 3 feet of snow by now, and the temperatures plummeting down to -30 in the nights, with day time highs of 10-15 or so. It is one of the craziest things I have seen in a long time, although I should not be surprised considering ole' No-Eyes stated, that during the pole shifts, the warm climates will get cold and the cold climates will get warm. That definitely seems to the case here.
I have not written for awhile due to the fact, after my last dream 'vision' I kinda needed a spiritual break from so many experiences. I sat under the twinkling night time stars (in the cold, wrapped in a soft green blanket) and asked the Great Spirit if I could have a little time off from my visionary dreaming and just sleep like a normal person. Amazingly, my wishes were granted immediately, and thus far with the exception of one more tsunami dream, my nighttime dreams have been as meaningless as ever, which for me is strange, but allowing me to quiet myself inside; thus eliminating messages to share on this blog.
I would like to share with everyone though, an amazing class I am taking with my son in Steamboat that fits right in with my love of the African tribes and my past life regression as an African warrior. It started approximately 3 years ago, when I saw an African dance/drumming performance in Steamboat at the local high school. There were a number of different type of acts/dances in that show, but the African drummers mesmerized me immediately. The deep bass sounds pierced my soul, and I was instantly in love. I hardly noticed the female African dancers, because I couldn't take my eyes off the men banging on the amazing djembe drums in the back round. There was one male in particular that was soooo good, and had such an amazing spirit around him, you'd swear under that white skin, was pure African. When the music ended, I just sat there saddened the deep rooted sound of my soul had ended. As blessings work, that same amazing white drummer named Cary came over to our county with a real African man and taught a class at the local school allowing me to actually become one of the drummers. All I can say is, it was by far one of the coolest things I have ever experienced ( and I have experienced a lot.) and my love of the djembe was sealed.
As my son's 18th birthday approached, I pulled my hair out, trying to think of something I could give him that he would never forget and will be able to take with him in his life. This would be the last time, my son and I would ever have this precious time together before he leaves home and into his life as a man. Suddenly, the thought of the djembe crossed my mind & thus I contacted Cary, the amazing djembe drummer in Steamboat. Unbelievably, Cary told me he was about to begin a djembe class at his home for 15 weeks in beginning 1/2/2012, the day before Maury's 18th birthday . My prayers for Maury were answered. Last night was our first class and Maury and I loved it immensely. Cary's spirit emanates all the time, with his smiling face and patience for those of us newby's. I, too can't help but smile the entire 1.5 hours because the sound of the drums make my spirit so happy. It feels like a gift from the Great Spirit for walking the hard life as a dreamer and for walking my path on the good red road, as tough as if may be.
Amazingly, after my experiences in Sedona, and regressing back to a time as a little African warrior, I see now why the sound of the djembe drum stirs my soul, rattling open a window to my past; to a time and a life connected to the land and connected to the tribe.
May all of you find that special something that makes your spirit happy and free as the djembe does for mine!
May this year bring awareness and courage to all!
Kerrie
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