This month, I want to talk about healing, drumming, and an amazing personal experience that involves both activities. Tina and I have been drumming for several years now, travelling to venues around Lincolnshire and demonstrating Shamanic Drumming.
Many people have reported good effects and inner experiences which have helped them in their lives. I saw Tina trance many times and manifest her guide, Nicholas Black Elk.
I even had an hour long training session with him at Cleethorpes beach in Lincolnshire,- when He/Tina demonstrated many variations of the basic shamanic beat and left me exhausted from trying to keep up!
When I started writing these articles, it was with the foolish notion that there were few surprises left in store for me. I have always wanted to write, but I have never maintained the effort for long enough to accomplish much until a few years ago. I started to showcase my poetry online because I was impelled to do so by Spirit, and I had thought no further about my writing than that.
Then, as I have mentioned in an earlier article , I was cajoled into contacting Bill Oliver ( boysoblue.com) by a well known local medium, Eileen Akrill. From the Muse was born, and shortly afterwards, we had the artwork and manuscript ready for our first book, “The Faery Realms” (soon to be released) by Galde Press.
Almost two years ago, I had some terrifying news. After months of arguments and insistence by Tina, I went to the doctor to get treatment for a cough that would not clear.
I was diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease.
I was not long married, and had I realised in time that I was so ill, I would have cancelled our ritual of handfasting. As it was, Tina was amazing, as always, so I swallowed my dread of the future and I pressed on.
I realised that I could not work for too many more years as a welder and metal fabricator and I put much more effort into my writing.
In the past year, Bill and I revamped the Faery Realms and collected enough material for several other books. We are waiting on the publication of the “Faery Realms” before deciding how to proceed with them. I was anxious to write as much as possible while my health was still good.
About one month ago, I received a phone call from the doctor’s that left me in a state of shock. However, my story starts a little further back in time….
Sparkling lights that fly and flicker in the corners of your eyes.
Clouds of butterflies that rise in multi coloured clouds into a pale blue sky.
Shivers softly spread across a cloud of daisies on a sunny day.
Blossoms blow like warm pink snow and decorate the hedgerows,-
That the faeries blessed to bring the little creatures rest,
So many years ago.
Can’t you hear them laughing in the wind?
Chattering with the magpies and engaged in huddled whispers with the trees.
Listen to the happy songs of faeries singing in the breeze.
Watch them flitting by, as laughingly they chase the last of winters leaves.
Let their laughter chase away your troubles,
As they fill your heart with ease.
When the warmer days allow,
Stretch out on the leafy ground beneath a shady bough.
Feel the winter darkness drain into the soft and yielding earth.
Let the fairies fill your heart with joy, and all the sadness of the winter fly,
Let the pains and strains of life just gently flow away.
Let your world begin again , and start afresh, a brand new day.
Patrick W Kavanagh 09/03/2015
Art By: Boy So Blue Graphic Arts and photography
An amazing experience
About eight weeks ago we were having a small drumming circle at a friends house. Most people there had been members of the “Spirit of the Drum” group since its creation. We also had a friend of our hosts who had previously trained with a shaman and who had just joined our group after attending several of our Open Drumming Circles. After we have raised the energy with drumming, we usually take turns to sit in the centre and receive healing from the group.
I do not often volunteer, but on this particular night I did. Our new member said that he would take the healing and I sat in the centre and closed my eyes. Often, people have visions and journeys during the healing, but although I was not in a normal state of consciousness, I was very aware of everything happening in the room.
I was surprised to hear strange voices around me. I was convinced that I had an aboriginal gentleman chanting and dancing in a circle around me. I saw a creature appear in front of me, which I later realised was a bush baby. Then someone I took to be a South American witchdoctor or shaman ( by the sound of their voice) started to pull something from my lungs. I was very curious at this stage, as only Tina and my doctor knew of my illness. When I eventually opened my eyes.. Our new member looked like a completely different person for a moment. Then I slowly came back to normal awareness.
About three days later, I realised that I had not been coughing or wheezing since the healing. I had a strong feeling that I had to stop smoking. It was like a quiet voice in my head telling me that I had a good reason to stop. So I did. It took several weeks to arrange an appointment and have my breathing checked. My initial results came back normal, and I asked if I could stop taking the respirator. I was told I had to keep taking it as my condition is incurable.
Then a week later, the doctor’s office phoned to tell me to stop taking the medication as, having examined all the results,- it seems that I do not appear to have the disease. They recommended that I pick up another type of inhaler as a standby, in case I ever had a relapse. But, told me to stop taking any treatment.
The reality of having more time to live a full life has slowly dawned on me over this past month.
I had not realised how much the shadow of sickness, and a slow death, had preyed on my mind.
Spirit of the Drum will be making even more vigorous efforts to spread our message of spirituality without dogma. As the years go on, we will make every effort to share our experiences of the power of the drum for healing and enlightenment.
Of this, I am very certain….
In the misty forests from our memories and dreams,
The lives of ancient ages are relived, as worry fades away.
The balance that we lost so long ago is once again returned.
Our sleeping hearts are healed to help us face the coming day.
Stay a while and let your spirit play among the joyful Fae.
Running barefoot through the ever-morning mist.
Who could ever love this daylight world where greed holds away,
Once we have but tasted, just a single faery kiss.
Let us watch the sun arise once more, above the mystic western shore.
Tinkling laughter in the shelter of the trees, and fragrant blossoms scent the breeze,
Jewelled webs adorn the daisy chains as sunlight sparkles on the fields.
Our child-like eyes absorb the beauty all around, and all the peace this faery land can yield.
Rest a little while as tiny angels dance in joyful circles in the rising light.
Let their music fill your heart and fill your soul with healing light.
Join in with the dance and let your body glow with pure delight.
Hand in hand we spin and spin, and weave the faery spell to heal all wrongs,
For here among the gentle Fae, is truly where our sleeping heart belongs.
Patrick W Kavanagh
Picture by Bill Oliver (Boy So Blue Graphic Arts)