Little Drummer Boy

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Starting when I was four years old, my Mexican grandfather explained to me repeatedly that we are Mexican nobility and Curanderismo shamans, which is basically a type of magical healer. He explained to me that throughout history, power-hungry people without magic have sought to kill and oppress those who have been given magic by our Creator. It is why Indigenous people, healers, shamans and witches have been persecuted throughout history. My grandfather explained to me that the tool most commonly taken from shamans throughout history is their drum. People who are given a little bit of magic in life are more difficult to control, so many rulers and monarchs have sought to oppress shamans by confiscating their drums, and alleged that the drums are used to communicate with demons (when actually the very opposite is the case for most shamans – a shaman’s meditation practice puts us in direct contact with our Creator). Science has proven that the vibration of drums soothe the neural pathways in our brain, which enables a more detailed meditation experience.

My grandfather told me to cry out to the world, “haven’t they ever heard the song The Little Drummer Boy?!? Don’t they understand that the little drummer boy was most likely a young middle-eastern shaman and his drum playing made baby Jesus smile?!”

My grandfather warned me that once I left the safety of my parents’ home, power-hungry men that he and his father had discovered may come after me and attempt to steal my belongings in an attempt to steal my magic. Just as he predicted, someone stole my little hand drum out of my apartment, along with my red pajama robe and many other items. Apparently these men in this cult (a group with Russian ties) believed that I could be silenced or stopped by stealing my material possessions. The thing is with shamans, we know what is going to happen before it unveils. So when my drum was stolen, I just started singing more. My grandfather told me that no matter how hard anyone tries, our voice is our most powerful instrument, and it cannot be stolen.

My favorite version of The Little Drummer Boy is by Pentatonix, and I love that it’s harmonized so beautifully and all sung a cappella.

Come they told me
Pa rum pum pum pum
A new born king to see
Pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the king
Pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum
So to honor him
Pa rum pum pum pum
When we come
Pum pum pum pum
Pa rum pum pum
Pum pum pum pum
Pa rum pum pum
Pum pum pum pum
Pa rum pum pum
Pum pum pum pum pa rum
Little baby
Pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too
Pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give our king
Pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum
Shall I play for you
Pa rum pum pum pum
Pa rum pum pum
Pum pum pum pum
Mary nodded
Pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum
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