Kumbaya (why I hate this song)
In 1995, prior to the very negative timeline shift, sometime in late Spring when the rivers were roaring from the snow melt, I attended a weekend silent meditation retreat in northern British Columbia, Canada. I was 24 years old and just stepping into my spirituality. The location was somewhere northwest of Hazelton, B.C., down an old logging road that had huge potholes, and overgrown bramble & tree branches. A small group of us had carpooled to a meeting spot, then scrambled with tents & camping gear into the back of an old 4x4 to bump & scrape our way to a log home, way, way off grid. Upon arrival we scattered to find secluded camp sites for our tents, and I settled next to the roaring creek.
The next morning our spiritual mentor & leader (Jean) asked us to meet and form a medicine wheel. We each sat in a direction - north, south, east and west. At the end of the ceremony she asked us to close our eyes & sing Kumbaya, after which we would not talk for the rest of the retreat. So we all sang one round of Kumbaya. When the rest of us stopped, one woman continued to sing the song and I opened my eyes in surprise. I was even more surprised to find that no one in my group was singing! And yet, I could hear a woman singing Kumbaya as if she was standing right next me.
As I had recently had another paranormal experience - 2 weeks of hell (a story for another post)- my mind went to the supernatural. I knew I was being messed with, and hoped it would stop. But it didn’t. The singing went on for hours and hours. Each round of Kumbaya had a unique verse, which is quite a feat for multi-hours long of singing. By mid-afternoon I decided I was getting out of there so I started walking back down the logging road. I must have gone a couple of miles before the song started to fade in my head and I came to my senses. By then I realized I had left everything behind, hadn’t told anyone (silent retreat), so I’d better return. Of course as I got closer the song got louder. Sometime during the night it relented and I was able to sleep.
It wasn’t until years later that I realized what had happened. It wasn’t paranormal, but someone was messing with me. I think that remote location was near an underground military base, the property was monitored, and someone was testing their voice-to-skull technology on a new-age sap at a meditation retreat. I’m sure they all had a good laugh. And as for how Kumbaya can have limitless verses and the singing voice go on for 12+ hours without rest…well, that had to be A.I. Almost 30 years ago they had the technology which is only now presented to us as something cutting edge (e.g. ChatGPT).
Now you know why I hate Kumbaya.
