The native flute, particularly the double chambered flute, has always been an instrument of love. Whatever you call it, it has always been meant for the purpose of wooing another to you.
It is said that some flutes were so powerful they had their own place where they were kept away from women and children. Some were buried with their owners and some were hidden from lovers (supposedly to take away their strength and connection to one another.)
I have always liked the romantic side of things (what can I say...) and when the first flutes started showing up at my heart's doorstep I was more than eager to experiment with the prowess of these mysterious instruments. I started playing around with these flutes when I was pretty young; young enough to have girlfriends and to explore the kind... I found out quickly how powerful intention can be as the weirdo saying goes, "where intentions go; energy flows..." or something like that.
There are stories about the old and young man eyeing the same maiden and playing their hearts out early into the morning and late into the evening. No matter how beautiful they played the maiden chooses neither of them but follows coyote into his lair. She was tricked by Elk dreamer's voice and when she woke up she heard the most awful singing, it was old man coyote singing his heart out as he took a bath down by the river.
She ran away from home crying but it was too late. She was pregnant with his twins; one who had an amazing soft voice who only sang songs in the dark because he was so ugly and the other one who was handsome as a jewel although he was the noisy one who yelped and screamed like his father...
And then there was a kokopelli-mana from the mesas to the west. His story goes like this: he was a cripple with a hunchback and everyone teased him and treated him cruelly. He had an amazing gift of humor, music and he played the butterfly flutes lovingly and hauntingly.
He told the great warriors that a great war-faring tribe was in their home land. He told them he had stared into the water and seen a vision of many invaders coming to steal their women!
The big, muscular warriors became angry and started to prepare for battle, getting ready to set out on a long journey into the grassy plains world. "Nobody touches our women!"
"You stay home! You're too weak and scrawny...!" they shouted at Kokopelli-mana.
For many days and months they were gone and it was his plan to get rid of them, those who mocked him; he started making up stories of the massacre that took place and all the handsome warriors were devastated and would never see their home land or their beautiful maidens ever again. The maidens, in their sadness, fell head over heels in love with Kokopelli-manas sad songs, wondrous stories and singing.
Months went by, almost a year, when the men finally returned to their homes on the high mesas. Kokopelli-mana met them with many women following behind him. Now you know the rest of the story...
In homage to the flute players and flute makers of the old...
Enjoy the secret. (Heehee)