Katherine Reece Wrote:
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> Thanks Stephanie .....
>
> I had wondered about the sound of the flute
> playing ... and assumed it always wild and erratic
> ... its interesting to read that there is more
> than one type of music played.

There are probably alot more versions of what is played than even just limiting it down to a mournful and an erratic version. This is just breaking them down by type. I wouldn't want to be in a position to actually start recognizing different songs by repetition. Skinwalkers are the fluteplayers of the Navajo tribe. My husband feels that they are the last pure remnant of Navajo flute culture. Gone are the days where children were born and given flutes to learn to play. Whether or not the fact that skinwalkers use them in their malicious acts now act as perhaps an unspoken social constraint or not is up to anyone's guess but I would not be surprised if there were even a hundred different songs that a skinwalker would know--each with their own meaning and intent.

> To be honest I wonder about the wisdom of going
> out in the night with a gun ...first of all you're
> really putting yourself more in harm's way .. and
> secondly if you do manage to shoot one there would
> be a retaliation .... Seems safer to just lock
> the house up good and have shutters you can close
> over the windows from the inside and go fetch a
> Medicine Man in the morning .....

Well, part of this is control. If you're in a remote location and a skinwalker feels that they can dominate you, they will really go with it. My husband's grandfather would go out there in nothing but boxers and a tank to defend his home. Part of this is a gesture saying "We don't fear you here". May seem foolhardy but it would probably make a skinwalker think twice before getting up to too much no good.

> (Or maybe I'm just showing my basic
> non-confrontational nature....LOL)

I'm on the non-confrontational side but I tell you, it can get to be really frustrating sometimes if we are being visited. It's a deprivation of freedom in my eyes. I should be able to go out on my porch at night, relax and enjoy the stars. But if we're being visited, the relaxation is gone and I have to keep my eyes peeled for anything untowards on the street around me (including the obligatory glance up at the roof above me). If I hear something odd, I have to go in and lock up--and that's it for going outside for the rest of the night. Yes, it's safer inside but it's not a pleasant way to live either. Your house turns into a prison. Sometimes, I just get downright mad about it and if it weren't for my husband, I'd probably be picking up any sort of weapon to defend my right to freedom.

> I really do appreciate you and your husband
> sharing all this information with us.....

Thank you, Katherine.

Stephanie






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