In a tale once woven for the silver screen, a rival of Indiana Jones whispered of the Ark of the Covenant, calling it “a transmitter, a radio for speaking to God.” Yet what he described was not only the Ark of legend, but the drum itself—the primal vessel of communication between flesh and spirit, between the heartbeat of humanity and the unseen voices beyond the veil.

For the drum is no mere instrument. It is the thunder of earth speaking back to the heavens, the bridge that carries prayers on rhythm, the pulse that shatters silence and opens the way to the otherworld.

My life has always been bound to its voice. Being half-deaf to the world of men, I learned to feel the world instead through its concussive embrace. Where words failed and music blurred, the drum remained clear—a steady comfort, a reminder that even silence has a heartbeat. Had I known then what I know now—that each strike of hide and wood was a summons to the spirit world—I might have walked the path of its mystery far sooner.

Now, I honor it fully. I return to the ways of my ancestors, who also knew the drum’s sacred call. Through its voice I lead meditations, mark the passages of ritual, and sit in circles where each strike is joined by invisible hands—ancestors who gather though unseen, their presence vibrating in every tone. Even when I sit alone, I am never truly alone. The circle is always full.

The drum heals. Its rhythm raises the frequency of our being, stirring energy within us and around us. It calls the ancestors near, not only to comfort but to mend, to strengthen, to remind us of the eternal thread that ties blood and spirit across generations. It clears the aura, sharpens the mind, and opens the hidden ear of the soul.
And is it not wonder that across every land, every tribe, every age, humanity has lifted up the drum as the voice of communion? From the highlands to the deserts, from the frozen fjords to the jungles thick with life, people knew the truth: the drum is the first and oldest prayer, a heartbeat that belongs to both the living and the divine.

Yes—the drum is really all that, and more.
It is the first voice.
It is the last voice.
It is the eternal voice.