Experiences from a didgeridoo and ocean drum journey led by Joe Caudwell on the eve of Saturday 11th March 2017, at Newport Unitarian Hall, Isle of Wight.
I’m on a small beach, a sunny day with fairly calm seas, and there’s a very large tree just going up the slope from the beach inland, towards a lightly forested area. It is maybe an oak, or perhaps a banyan (I might be in Indonesia).
There is an opening in the trunk, and I enter in and out a few times. I’m taken back into the sea a few times. Eventually I enter and it’s like a dark walkway for a little way, and then things start going very fast, with lots of blue colours swirling.
I come out by a large crater. There are a few people around, who are all shape-shifting (their faces open up to reveal metal etc). I start falling into the crater, which has a dark slightly bubbling mass covering the entire bottom. I am hovering but falling slightly. I see more faces.
Things trail off from this point – I slowly come back to the room, hearing the Didj and drum, and think I’m not supposed to have come back yet.
I’m soon back at a beach – a different beach though, but very close to the first one, similar energy. I’m not quite so relaxed for a little while, and I’m going quickly from one image to another. At one point I consciously think I should be meeting an animal or something, and a lion comes along, but he doesn’t do anything, he just lies down. I see lots more shape-shifting people. A lot of them are trying to freak me out, like ghosts, but I’m feeling fine, feeling very safe.
One thing leads to another, and I’m at the top of a massive gorge, really high up with sheer faces. I start falling down the side of it, and an absolutely massive bird appears, like a pterodactyl (dinosaur bird). The bird takes me up to the clouds, and then we keep bobbing up above the clouds and then back down into the thick but gentle clouds. We soon start gliding above the clouds, and it’s like a beautiful landscape up there, with high faces and whatnot.
There’s a big old sailing ship, like a pirate ship but not pirates. It’s sailing the clouds.
For a brief instant, Shirdi Sai appears, as he looks on my shrine (like this:)
Sri Shirdi Sai
Then the clouds become an ocean, with massive massive waves, towering so so high, and yet the boat is able to deal with it. We go up massive wave, then an even more massive wave, and so on, until I turn around and we allow the waves to take us where they’re going.
We end up on the beach I first started on. I’m in the woods up the slope from the beach. There’s a big brick elliptical arch, a little bigger that the wooden arch we installed at Somaskanda Ashram in the temple last summer. It’s a beautiful sight, and I’m stood there just staring up at its shape for some time, in this nice familiar wooded setting (the woods are very local at this point, probably the woods on Headon Hill, Totland).
I have a friend come to me, who I heard a few weeks ago came very close to losing her life in a freak accident in the sea. I will get in touch – it’s been a few years since we communicated, and it felt like an important meeting in this journey.
Soon there is the call to come back, I go to my tree and go through the opening, there are a few shape-shifting people trying to stop me, going along a very long walkway, and Joe begins talking before I get to the other side of the walkway (I assume I got back okay – I could see the light…).
I talked to Joe about the shape-shifting, and about the boat in the sky. He says it all sounds like the celestial realms – the shape-shifting people maybe being ghosts. If I weren’t so needing to have a snooze now, I’d take the bus over to Yarmouth, where there’s apparently a big tall boat moored up, which could have a link with the boat in my journey.
Devotional breath, Embodied revolution 