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Flute Transmission | When I Don’t Control, Frequency Moves Everything

From a childhood immersed in classical music to a decade of rigorous training, I’ve collected countless memories of joy spent with music. But along with that joy came a relentless pursuit of perfection. I became obsessed with my own flaws — intonation, tone color, emotional nuance, stylistic precision. I learned to seek them out and fix them, all in the hope of achieving flawlessness on stage. In my mind, each tiny mistake was magnified by a spotlight, entering the ears of trained listeners — to be scored, judged, compared. At that time, my life had no other measure: Success in performance equaled the only brilliance in life. A single wrong note meant failure. A slip meant I was worth nothing. After I decided not to pursue music professionally, I refused to touch the instrument again. I could no longer pour in the time, energy, or money as before, and I couldn’t bear hearing myself sound “worse than before.” I was ashamed to play for anyone — even for myself. Years later, while creating frequency containers, I came to a new understanding: There doesn’t need to be a “me” at the center. Frequency already exists — it simply chooses to manifest through sound, movement, or stillness. A frequency container doesn’t have a “performer” — only a field of resonance. Twenty years later, I picked up the flute again. Not to define it — and not to let it define me. When a wave of sound wants to move, I invite it to flow through the flute. In improvisation, I feel completely at ease. I surrender everything — to the body, to the flute, to frequency. There is no “me” controlling details or chasing perfection. Only frequency — moving fingers, guiding breath. Every note is received as perfect. Every flaw is welcomed as a divine encounter. The melody becomes an alchemical vessel — not because it is flawless, but because it is allowed to be exactly as it is.