Drum Journey (Self-drumming): ~10 minutes
When I arrived, I was prostrate on the bricks leading to the Hall of Knowledge. I stood up and retrieved my drum from its space by the entry. I continued to walk, with purpose, past the Hall and behind it, even though I was unsure where I was going.
The path led into a snowy area. The snow became white crystals. I kept walking. Past the crystal land, the landscape became cloudy, as though I were walking in fog. The drum scooped me up and I rode in it, floating through the fog. I saw now that it was smoke. The drum was bing smudged by burning leaves. They were long and thin leaves. I saw the word sativa in the air. The drum showed me that I could smudge it by blowing this smoke on it.
I asked what other offerings I could make. Just then, the spirit of the buffalo whose hide is on my drum came to me again. It was grazing. On the ground were purple flowers with a yellow center. They may have been like this thunbergia erecta flower shown. Buffalo told me that I could find these and leave them as an offering. Also, leaving a "spirit meal" of corn meal is also a good idea.
Now the drum was in front of me and I gazed into it. The drum face became a scrying mirror, and I saw the faces of all my relatives—back as far as my great-grandparents. Once the faces moved through, one by one, my father's returned. He was mouthing something, but I could not understand. Then I heard, "The root is real" repeated over and over. I was moved to see my father's face and wanted to communicate with him. But just as I got emotional, he sent a burst of fire across the drum head, blazing out all the images there.
I thanked the CHSes and left.
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