Sunrise: The Rattle (Part Two)

The Drum

That fucking drum. I was circling the drum in the song Sunrise by Ryan Bingham. 

I have been personally working on my spiritual growth and expanding my knowledge with seeking guidance in Native American beliefs while beginning to learn about a Shaman path, and one of my first lessons was simple.

Listen to the drum.

Just sit with it.

That is it. 

Thirty minutes.

The drum.

I tried.
But I could never turn my mind off enough to meditate.
I know this about myself.
I know I need guidance in many areas until I learn how to do it myself. 
Why I still listen to guided mediations.

But, I listened.

And I kept listening.

I began to feel discouraged because nothing was happening. 

But about a week ago...
I was working away. Head buried in what I was doing.
It was a quiet day.
No construction happening.
The birds were relatively quiet.
The dogs were laying under my feet, which was unusual, but I didn't think much of it.

Then all of a sudden, I heard a rattle.

Not a baby's rattle.
To me, it sounded like a rattlesnake.

Now, we live a bit too far for that to be a common in my yard. But not impossible. They are doing construction behind us. Maybe one was back in the bushes somewhere and was distrubed.

But I did get up and look.

Nothing.

No people.

Nothing in the front yard.

Nothing in the backyard.

Nothing that explained the sound.

I wrote it off and went back to work.
A little while later, I heard it again.

Louder this time.

I looked in the direction it came from.
The dogs did too.
That was the moment I knew I hadn't imagined it.

We heard it.

I remember getting goosebumps both times hearing it.

I couldn't explain why.

I just did.

But, then I went back to work.
Life moved on.
Or at least I thought it did.
A few days later, I was in the shower listening to Sunrise.

And all of a sudden it hit me.

The drum.

The rattle.

The sounds I had been listening to.
The sounds I had been studying.
The sounds I had heard outside while I was working.

They were all the same.
Or at least they felt the same.

And once this realization hit me, I really couldn't stop thinking about it.
The more I thought about it, the less I could ignore it. 

That fucking drum.

Funny how one little realization can send you down a rabbit hole.

Or maybe...

a rain dance.