TEACHINGS OF THE DRUM &
MOONSTONE & K'OOLGYET NAH HOOL BIG DRUMS
Song:
Moonstone Big Drum Honour Song written in
three Indigenous languages starting with Mohawk, Sm'algyax, and Ojibwa
(Ojibwa translation by my friend, James Shawana)



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MY DREAM WHILE ON VISIONQUEST A NUMBER OF YEARS AGO "Listen. can you hear it! The sound is beginning to build in my heart. It is rhythmic, powerful, it comes from the depths of my soul as I cry for a vision. I close my eyes, and see stately guardians all around me (trees), Huge red cedars, they bend toward me as they, too, listen to the heartbeat coming from the centre of Mother Earth. The rhythm is swirling on the wings of the four great winds who reside there. Their breath encircles the trunks of the guardians and dance upwards to embrace the leaves and the fruit. My drum beats a powerful rhythm.....I listen, and feel it surround me. I can hear the hum at the end of the beat, a split second before the next beat is heard, and I know it is my Ancestors keeping time with me and Mother Earth. My Ancestors awaken and drift toward the sound. I continue to drum, the four-leggeds, swimmers, flyers and crawlers hear my song of peace and welcome. They too, come to join the dance. The sound builds, it is the power of magical connections to the supernatural world. I am connected to all that is in form. The Star Nation glitters, Father Sky surrounds me in a protective embrace, the pounding rhythm travels up the rays of Grandfather Sun and just before he disappears into a blazing horizon, he kisses his mate Grandmother Moon....Listen. It is happening, I can feel my connection to my higher power, that level of super-consciousness that touches my spirit and brings it into the fullness of its glory. For a blessed and sacred time I have moved outside the concrete jungle, and I am lost in the rhythms of nature. I can do anything, accomplish my dreams, live my life in a manner that pleases my Ancestors. I am home. Wilwilaaysk, All My Relations."
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VOICE OF THE DRUM Just like humans, each drum, be it hand drum or big drum, has its own unique voice and vibration, for the simple reason that each animal and tree from which the drum is made have their own unique medicines; their spirits are part of the drum. Rule of thumb, the thicker the hide (buffalo, moose), the lower the sound. It is usually a seven day ceremony from birth (making it) to waking a drum in a special ceremony. It is, after all, a living being with a soul. I do not play any of my drums until they have been given their voices in ceremony. I know it is hard to resist playing the drum before it is woken, but part of the teaching is about discipline and honouring the process. I have had the privilege of waking many drums across Canada, which includes: smoking my pipe, prayers of dedication to the drum, the Ancestors & the Universe; engaging the joyous sounds of other drums as they wake their new family member; tobacco is offered in thanks. Photos above taken at Bala Community School in Toronto. Eighteen hand drums had been made by Arts for Children and Youth (AFCY) for our use. We could not play them until they had been woken. Some of the students are playing K'ool Gyet Nah Hool in the ceremony. It was a very moving and educational experience for the students and teachers. Note: Normally, photos would not have been permitted, but because this was an great opportunity to educate, I allowed the camera.
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Thunderbird Story: Recently Moonstone was invited to participate at a powwow in a federal corrections facility. A member of one of the male drum groups was denied access, because the sniffer dog detected drugs on his clothing. In other words, he was using weed, which automatically, in my mind, placed the integrity of their drum into question. On another occasion, a male drummer was drunk and allowed access to the powwow by the one of the organizers, who was also drunk. At my recent annual Women's Feast, it was reported by two of my guests that they had witnessed drug-induced behaviour by men on a big drum at an Aboriginal gathering in Toronto. It is distressing, and despairing at the lack of respect shown by some males to the drum. It is an insult to Indigenous cultures in general, given that drugs and alcohol nearly destroyed some tribal communities, and is still ongoing today. I, therefore, rest my case as regards women taking back and playing the big drum. |
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NORTHERN ALTERTA WOMEN ON THE BIG DRUM ROCK THEIR WORLD! Just so the world does not think that Moonstone Big Drum is the only Women's big drum in Canada, here are a couple of photos of the Okistitawan Mista Hiya (Grizzly Bear) Women's Big Drum from Sturgeon Lake First Nation, Northern Alberta. Led by Cree Drummer, Matricia Brown. The women have been taking their drum into schools, played for Aboriginal Women’s day and performed at a Grande Concert. They have also been asked to play for an Alberta Northern Teacher’s Conference (First Nation, Metis, and Inuit). Sisters, Moonstone & K'oolgyet Na Hool Big Drums play and sing you an honour song for your courage in stepping forward.
Always remember, Sisters, the drum, no matter its size, has been ours since before the beginning of recorded time, and we have a sacred obligation and right to play her.
Stayaa yugyetk
halaayt
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MOTHER EARTH IN PERIL One of the reasons that the earth is being destroyed at such an alarming rate, is the disconnect that humans have with her. We no longer hear her heartbeat. We lose ourselves in our quest for security through the acquisition of material possessions, paying little heed to the devastating cost to the environment in our zeal to have stuff, and look good. Cree Elder, William Commanda has said on a number of occasions, that the western world made the fateful decision to follow the faster road of technology, and abandoning the slower route of sacred and spiritual connections. It was pre-ordained back when the stars were young, that the technology path would cause disruption and human separation on a monumental scale. It is highly ironic that on the one hand computers, text-messaging, internet, video-phones have shrunk the world to the point that communication is constant. The fact that none of us are actually saying anything, or listening to the other person doesn't matter; it is the fact that we can "communicate anywhere at anytime with anybody." How's it working for all of you? or is anyone actually listening out there? The drum reminds us of the responsibility we have toward the preservation, health and wellness of the Earth. Are we truly listening? Use your electronics as tools for good, not as weapons (i.e., cyber-bullying.
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"The drum is Great Spirit's favorite instrument. That's why we were all given a heartbeat." Mano, Navajo Elder
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DIFFERENT TYPES OF DRUMS & SHAKERS
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"Natives who beat drums to drive off evil spirits are objects of scorn to smart Americans who blow horns to break up traffic jams." Mary Ellen Kelly |
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