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The Beating
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My heart’s aflame
- TV on the Radio
Wolf Like Me
like a Phoenix
- Fallout Boy
The Phoenix
whose wings beat
- Blue Oyster Cult
The Old Gods Return
with everyone
Going beat, beat, beat,
- Beck
Heart is a Drum
Boom boom boom,
boom boom boom
My heart beats boom boom boom
Boom boom boom,
boom boom boom
- X Ambassadors
Boom
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He dreamt of a wildfire sweeping over the Earth’s oceans, carried on waves of flame. He was the spark and the inferno. He was only an ember.
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Now, the flames are burning.
Now, something is happening.
- The Very Best
Warm Heart of Africa
the Greater Mysteries climaxed
with a fire initiation.
- www.ancient-origins.net/ sacred-sex
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Louis was startled out of unconsciousness by Apa Apa drumming on his chest with the palm of one small hand. He was back in the cave that had become his temporary home. When did I return? He had no time to ponder the mystery. The red capped gnome was gesturing frantically, trying to get Louis to pay attention. Louis sat upright and looked around. Apa Apa pointed at nearby rock art that Louis found extraordinarily intriguing, a series of concentric rings overlaid on a cross.
“Ngoma.”
The word was a spark. Louis awoke instantaneously. The gnome gestured for Louis to follow, then turned, and disappeared. Louis hurried to the door of the cave and saw Apa Apa already waiting at the edge of the forest fifty or sixty feet away, at the foot of one of a handful of paths that radiated outwards like spokes from the cave’s mouth. That path had always been forbidden to Louis, even during his trip to the peak, but he knew it led around to the other side of the mountain. Drums rumbled like thunder in the distance. Louis felt the world shift slightly.
“Ngoma! Boom! Ngoma! Boom! Boom!”
The sprightly gnome elder called out again, and beckoned Louis onward, before loping away down the path.
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follow the drum
- Beck
Heart is a Drum
The Baganda people of Uganda have
a special relationship with ngoma drums,
so much so that it is thought by many people
that theirs is the country where this type of drumming originated.
The Baganda are fondly thought of as the children of Ngoma.
The ngoma is used for communication and celebration
and is also a symbol of authority.
- www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ngoma_drums
Parfitt started wondering about another aspect
of the Lemba's now-credible oral history:
a drumlike obgect called the ngoma lungundu.
The ngoma, according to the Lemba, was near-divine,
- David Van Biema
www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1715337,00.html
an important manifestation of the institution of ng'oma,
a healing complex found throughout Bantu-speaking Africa.
Ng'oma (meaning "drums of affliction")
carries considerable historical depth
and, despite various attempts over the years to suppress it,
continues to be a functional part of indigenous healthcare systems.
- www.unesco.org/culture/intangible-heritage/21afr_uk.htm
What Mupa discovered in fiction,
Saza performs every time he drums.
- Steven M. Friedson
Dancing Prophets
the science that lives
on the lips of the wise…
The beating of a million drums
- Justice
Civilization
Now, let us go to the dance floor.
Now, the flames are burning.
Now, something is happening.
- The Very Best
Warm Heart of Africa
The rush of hot blood into the heart is the darkest magic,
- Orson Scott Card
Ender in Exile
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It’s time. Louis inhaled the late afternoon air, savoring the fullness of the moment. He exhaled, resolute, mentally prepared for whatever lay ahead. He starting off down the path after the elder. Midway through the woods he became aware of other gnomes covertly escorting him on his journey. The moment he noticed them, they were visible all around him… surrounding him, pulling his hands, pushing him onward along the serpentine trail. There were so many gnomes, they flooded the path and spilled out into the jungle like overflow from a rain-swollen river or stream.
Always curious, almost to a fault, Louis failed for a few moments to see the larger symbolism due to his obsession with the minutiae of cultural artifacts. Fascinated by the pageantry, he noted the ceremonial dress, ritual ornamentation, and myriad individual variations of the themes. Many of the gnomes wore the skins of large fish as cloaks or as skirts, and an oceanic or water motif prevailed throughout the throng. Shells and others treasures from the sea, alongside feathers of all colors, adorned the cloaks worn by the elder men and the skirts worn by all the bare-chested adult women.
His anthropological study was interrupted when, in the periphery of his vision, he saw a giant snake slithering through the tangled undergrowth alongside him. He turned quickly to face the serpent, astonished by the sheer mass of the beast, but it was only a line of gnomes in icthysic garb weaving through the dense bush, the shimmering scales on their cloaks eerily reminiscent of some dream thing momentarily elusive. All around him, lines of gnomes in scaly costumes serpentined through the forest. Finally, they reached the end of the path. The hidden drums boomed.
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Boom boom boom,
boom boom boom
- X Ambassadors
Boom
follow the drum
- Beck
Heart is a Drum
I had to listen
had no choice
I did not believe the information
I had to trust imagination
My heart going boom, boom, boom
- Peter Gabriel
Solsbury Hill
They’ve come to take me home
- Peter Gabriel
Solsbury Hill
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