In another thread I promised Carolochs that I would post about this incident that occurred involving a group of women having a drumming circle and an unknown number of sasquatches that showed up for the drumming.
This incident happened ten years ago and took place at Harrison Lake which is a freshwater inland fijord in southern BC. The lake and its hotsprings and mountain surroundings is historically known to be sasquatch country and there is even a Provincial Park there that is named Sasquatch Park in honour of the lore and encounters of the area.
On the day of this incident there were 19 of us women that gathered with our drums at a designated meeting place on the lake shore to hold our shamanic drumming circle. This was a group of women of various ages and of various multi-cultural and multi-racial representation.
For those who don't know what it is, a shamanic drumming circle is a spiritual and meditational relaxation exercise that requires sustained synchronous drum beats of 4 beats per second to cause the brain to produce theta brain wave activity. In some alternative healing fields it is referred to as theta wave therapy or binaural sound therapy.
Some explanation about the purpose of the shamanic drumming circle is required here. When the brain is producing theta waves each participant goes into a profoundly altered state of awareness, also known in some circles as a shamanic trance state of consciousness. The benefits of these theta brain wave exercises can include greatly enhanced relaxation, insight, intuition, vivid visualization, inspiration, creativity, faster learning, improved memory and past life recall, rapid healing, a sense of oneness with the universe, increased insight into future events, increased recognition of paranormal and psychic experiences. When you have a group of people all participating together in this kind of activity for a sustained period of time there are sometimes some extremely unusual things can happen during and just after the drumming has ended. This can include the manifestations of objects and living things appearing seemingly out of the air. When that happens, the drummers all just take it in stride and cheerfully accept it as gifts from the universe. We have never had anything bad or frightening manifest.
Now the isolated spot on the lake shore that we had selected for our drumming circle is special in its own right because of its natural acoustic surroundings. There are several small craggy, tree topped rock islands that stick up out of the water in a crescent shape about 200 feet away from the shoreline. With those islands there in the water and the steep mountains and rocky hill sides, outcrops and towering trees surrounding us on the shore there is a marvellous acoustic effect that makes the drum beats and their echoes sound incredible as they ring out over the water and up the mountainsides.
So we commenced to drumming. With this kind of drumming, as the beats become synchronized the drums don't only produce percussive sounds. The steady vibrations of the drum skins also produce sounds similar to humming, piping, harp strings ringing and the deeply sonorous "ohm" like toning sounds that one hears when Buddhist monks are toning or throat singing. Each drum has distinct "voices" of its own depending on its size and the type of skin used to make the drum head. We would drum for 20 minutes, take a break, stretch, then drum again for 20 minutes, etc. and usually by the time 4 or 5 such sessions have happened it's time to quit drumming for the day, to relax and spend some time to socialize and discuss any spiritual experiences and possible manifestations that may have occurred for each participant.
This day, the 3rd session became notably more enthusiastic and louder than usual and we all commented on it during our 3rd break. Likewise with the 4th session, and then at some point during the 4th session of drumming all of the above noted sounds produced around us increased much more intensely in volume and vibration to such an extent that we could all feel the powerful vibrations deep in the solar plexus and chest, it felt like it was as if there was an invisible force pressing down upon our bodies. This was a most unusual occurrence and when the circle facilitator gave the signal to stop and rest everyone was feeling exhausted from that pressure and ready to quit for the day when we all stopped and set down our drums.
But the sounds did not stop when we stopped drumming, they continued with more intensity and became louder. All around us coming from the trees and hillsides and cliff faces and rocky outcrops, echoing off the crescent of islands and across the lake were the booming sounds of percussive beating; of wood against wood, of wood against rock, of rock against rock, of very deep buzzing and loud ohm-like toning and humming, and of powerful hands clapping against hands or thighs or clapping against tree trunks, and of peculiar high pitched wailing sounds that seemed almost like the wailing of bagpipes. All synchronized to the rhythm of 4 beats per second. These sounds continued for several minutes more while all of us women were looking around in awe trying to discover the sources of the sounds and then the sounds gradually ceased one by one.
The setting sun was close to horizon by this time and so the light was shining horizontally directly into the trees and lighting up the ground and understory shrubs and bushes that grew beneath the more massive fir and cedar trees that went up the steep hill sides. There we saw the movements of several hairy sable or black coloured figures of great stature drifting into view from behind one tree to behind another tree as they silently put down sticks and rocks and receded away from us and climbed back up into the forest and mountain. One of them, a bent old female with long pendulous breasts and graying hair covering her body, stopped and stepped forward out into full view in the setting sunlight. She stood facing us, looking intently at our group for several seconds and making eye contact with each one of us in turn as though she was memorizing our faces and then she turned and disappeared behind a tree and was gone with the others up the steep forest.
When we felt quite sure that they were all gone we went up and searched around the trees where the sasquatches had been and picked up some of the still warm sticks and rocks that they had put down on the ground. Presumably they had been using these as percussive instruments when they joined us in our drumming, and we each kept one of those items as a souvenir of a very special and memorable drumming circle experience that has not been and is unlikely to ever be repeated again. Later we marvelled at how the booming vibrations of the sasquatches crescendoing grande finale did not cause some of the big rocks on the mountain side to loosen and cause a rock slide to come tumbling down upon us all.
This link is to a picture of a high aerial view of Harrison Lake, to give you an idea of the type of territory it is.
http://www.tourismharrison.com/files...rrisonLake.jpg
This is a picture of the lake too, don't pay any attention to the guy having fun in the monkey suit.
https://www.straight.com/files/v3/st...?itok=rxLswklr
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