As we are bombarded and crushed by outside complexities of our mutated societies, Where the infection of greed has metastasized into an unimaginable human brutality, Where the prized intellect is to confuse, deceive and  divide. With the stroke of the pen, books are  written to be incomprehensible, To separate us from Life...  Love... Earth  and our Selves... We can hide... Close our eyes... Dull our senses to the pain... But to give up our Humanity is to give up ability to feel... If we forget our Passions, is there sill a reason to exist?... I could attach my self to the many beautiful names that others have called me... I could pronounce a great power that was given to me alone by the Creator... Would you believe if I said you are Healed? Would you believe that you should follow me because it's the only way? Would I prosper in my separation?...  I would be dishonest to my self, I would be dishonest to my music for there is no separation between my self and my music... As there is no separation between us… The Flutes simplicity of 5 notes can't hide the physical as a slice or a pill… But it can change the Psyche, the Spirit, the Life Force that brings on the basis of true Healing… The Great Mystery is just that… No words can explain the spirit world… and the connection the Flute helps others make for them selves… For my self the many years I have spent blowing hot air into handmade ancient instruments is physical… But in the Spiritual I fly to reconnect to the continual line of existence, Past, Present, and Future… The path has led me to the Stillness of the ever changing Forest of the Sacred Cahuilla Mountains, where I can hear the notes of my soul far from the cacophony and clatter of the concrete beehive where humanity has difficulty comprehending. As many know what we need most we can't buy… That's the difficult part of how to give freely that which feels so Natural in an unnatural society. A society that would rather have us starve for its own preservation of brutality… I wish I could walk as Kokopelli of the past from village to village with seed story and song… But the confused Guards won't let me pass unless I pay…  To keep some balance I hope you will ask… For my hunger is to help… To share...  The freedom to give is my wealth of experience, through the reflection of others… So many have given me shelter... But most of all to feel needed spiritually, has enriched my artistic  travels far and wide… I love to be alone with my silence... It's where my passion rests... I Must Give... Be part of the collective or have no reason.. If I could possibly help just a small fraction to spin the Human experience in the natural direction... We can no longer spin in the wrong direction, our progression into removing mountains... poisoning rivers and so on... Have recently reached a pinnacle of a higher level... Five by five mile hole blow into the Moon another Celestial Body... If we think that  the heavens will be traveled with machine and Gun. Heaven won’t be very receptive... The dam before the river of truth is crumbling... Its all connected… Like antibodies we have now recognized the cancer that has no care for are well being... So selfish to try to kill the host... There is nothing more stupid than killing what gives you life... I am asked often of the new times of change, the New Age coming... The nurturing of Life. Love and Earth...  Is Old Age, simple like the five notes of the flute... Life-Death, Love-Hate, Peace-War... Can you feel what makes your soul feel good...  I personally feel that if we are to travel the heavens  we should have something to offer... If we can’t respect our Brother or respect our Mother what do we offer... Besides the vehicle of the Heart the Mind the Spirit of Love will take us much farther into the heavens then blowing smoke out a of a tail pipe...

To feel from your own prospective is to separate from what is preserved… I feel the same as you… We Love our Children… We Love our Grandfathers… We Love our Mother… We can no longer cry for the future generations… Time is Short… We Want  to Live…There is not one more dallier thats worth making… Stop the Killing… Stop the Greed… Respect for Humans , Respect for all Life… With are own eyes we have seen the direction of death… Hold the Bus I want to get off… I don't care that I can have a seat in the front… We know were its headed…

Here are some interpretations of what others have made of my music for themselves… 

Carlos Reynosa

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