O.T. A Fluteplayers Lament, or is it?

[Yvsa]

It comes to my mind that all Fluteplayers are those who for some reason, or reasons, have reason to lament. Sometimes for many reasons, but mostly from a heart that has been close to breaking and sometimes from many causes and for many years.
Then yet again perhaps their time of lamentation has yet to come upon them.
My quote below explains how and why I'm still here in this plane. There is no such thing as death, only transitition.

The bottom three quotes are from people who are my kin by world location and all of the quotes from people I feel a great kinship with.
I decided to finally add my quote to the rest. You all are the first to see it although not the first to hear it.

"It's not up to me to say I can play the Flute as I do it for prayer, healing for others, peace of mind, countless other reasons, and my own enjoyment. It's up to the people who might hear me to say that I can play as any skill I might have is a gift from The Great Mystery, Grandfather and Grandmother to keep me sane in a world I don't and can't seem to understand. Sometimes it is barely enough and I thank the Old Ones who have went on before me for showing me the way and giving me the strength."

Yvsa, 1992...


"Why, although this seems at first sight so strange, does it also seem so appropriate? It is because the flute is terrible, mysterious and primitive... the marvelous thin pipings of the flute are a link with older things - with a fearful ecstasy of melody in the first dawn. . . Of all musicians, flautists are most obviously the ones who know something we don't know... The goat eyed, the devious flute player moves softly among us, none can see the flute he carries. He walks past unsuspecting doormen, into public assemblies, into restaurants and parties - into churches, even. He nods and smiles, he talks to other people, to us. He does not reveal that he is a flute-player. For there have been rumours - a pubful of people in Croydon discovered in a trance, from which they have never emerged, a bus that simply disappeared across fields, a whispered story of platelayers found sobbing in a tunnel, of thin high music disappearing into a cave, of men discovered with a look in their eyes like that of Mole in The Wind in the Willows, after he saw Pan..."

--Paul Jennings, "Flautists Flaunt Afflatus"


Play from the heart; the flute is a heart song...
like a sweet prayer, and it will teach you as well
as you teach yourself.

--Mato Wambli


"The heart of the cedar... the center of it, or the pit, is red and soft. That has to be removed by the flute maker. And so then the flute player, of course, has the obligation to restore that... to replace that with his own heart."

--Kevin Locke


"Blasen ist nicht floeten, ihr muesst die Finger bewegen"
Blowing is not playing the flute, you must move the fingers

--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wilhelm Meisters Wanderjahre
Translation by Steven Haaser

 

[Ferrous Wheel]

As a musician, I can see where you and they are coming from. I think that music is the language of emotion, and thus it is easier and more heartfelt to express certain emotions thru music.

I certainly find music to be threaputic.

Keith

 

[mamav]

From a fellow flute player, well said.
Amen.

 

[ichor]

The primal nature of the flute and drum (the first musical instruments?) can only be felt to be understood. We must have the drum, for dancing, and the flute, for storytelling. For those who follow their hearts, little else is needed.

 

[Yvsa]

Sometimes in the dark of the night or even the bright noonday sun all that we have of any substance is the heartbeat of the Universe, our Mother Earth, our Soul and the melody woven therein is all that we have as all the rest is lost to us in the moment no matter if the moment is momentarily or days long.
A moment like everything else isn't as it first appears to be and as usual much more complicated than some know.
The gift of the Flute given to me by the Old and Great Ones was like a float in a sea of turmoil and something I could hang onto to give me faith that, somewhen, this moment too would be over and I could walk among men once again without anymore fear than I had before.
The gift of the Flute from the Old and Great Ones has given me strength more than once to remain among those on this plane instead of joing my kin whom have went on before me where things are easier and more pleasant even though we still cry for those left behind.
Such is the reason we as Tsa La Gi once cried at the birth of a child and rejoiced at their leaving of this plane.
But this is like many things such as an iceberg where much is in shadow.
With the gift also comes much resposibility I don't and cannot talk about even among my friends and family here.

But then mayhaps I shouldn't be posting such things here, but it eases my heart to let my friends and family share in my heartache at this time.
Even though I try to retain some sense of normalcy out of this post. Life must go on until it's our own time, at least for me and the way I believe.
Sorry, I didn't mean to be this maudlin when I started this post.

 

[raghorn]

Yvsa, beautiful words.

 

[Ferrous Wheel]

I can hear the melodies of the flute waay over here in Indiana. Makes me all misty-like.

Keith

 

[Rusty]

Words written in turquoise and coral.