The Wind Of Change

Ananga’s Notes On The Wind Of Change

I had a wonderful time recording the music for this track and have had some great personal experiences with it since. One day I was walking down the lane where I live with the Wind of Change playing on my headphones, when all of a sudden the wind really blew up, there were leaves swirling everywhere and the weather and the sounds went together perfectly, it was great and I found myself breathing it all in and walking through it with a big smile on my face.

Actually the Wind of Change always makes me smile, there’s a line in it that says: “Smile and close your eyes, and let your head fall back…” and I always do!

Now for my experience with recording the music.

I decided to follow Silvia’s words as closely as I could in quite a literal sense for this track. Usually, I’m less literal and will mark certain phrases with sounds and live instrumentation as I feel inclined, but the Wind of Change felt very much like the making of a painting from Silvia’s words and my music together.

The first thing I did for this track was find a recording of a real storm, one with some real howling winds and movement, which would build and then fade as Silvia began to speak, to mark the passing and changing of weather, seasons, life.

I picked up my flute and set a track to record and decided to record whatever I came up with, live and on the spot, with no prior thought of key or melody. I was quite surprised when I realised I was playing the flute melody from Heart healing, if you had asked me to play that it would have taken me a moment to recall it and remember the notes – but there it was just happening, so I went with it.

When I listened back I very much liked the idea of the heart healing flute coming out of a storm, for me it tied the last HypnoDreams album to this, it hinted of healing within storms and encouraged the feeling that we could pick up where we left off and move forward to the new :-)

I used a wide range of live instruments and percussion for this track, along with some sweeping synthesised sounds from the Atmosphere Dream Synth module, a favourite of mine.

Silvia’s Notes On The Wind Of Change

Our emotions, our experiences, our lives are like the weather.

We get dramatic thunder storms, beautiful calm sunsets; bright blue summer skies and freezing mists; drenching downpours and sultry hot nights.

It is in the change itself that life manifests itself; you know what happens to places where it never rains, or always rains – neither is a good thing. Change is what makes it all work, what is required to give the balance and the even flow of life.

The Wind of Change is a celebration of change, of things to come and an invitation to step into that everlasting flow of change from one thing to another, from one moment to the next, and find nourishment and sustenance in all and any unfoldment of life.

The Text: 01 – Wind of Change

The Wind Of Change

is coming.

Long before

the first light flutterings

the lightest touch

the first and smallest movement

is perceived,

there is a sense of listening -

it is coming.

No.

You are not imagining this.

You are not mistaken.

You know, of course you do

in parts that know such things

that no matter where,

no matter when,

or just how far away

it may have been,

it has begun

and it is coming.

Smile and close your eyes,

led your head fall back

and draw the sharp clear air

into your nostrils now

You can really think

that you can smell it -

glacier clear and bright

for it has travelled over

snowy mountain tops

where nothing moved for centuries

or so it seemed -

the wind of change

it took the spirit and enfolded it,

it took the messages

the mountain rocks

and ice threw high aloft

and carries them within

and then the scent of forests,

pine and blue skies overhead,

the sunlight so direct and honest,

nothing there between a one

and the creator, nothing

to preclude a view so far and sweeping

over elder forests and the silver rivers,

and each one gives blessing

and gives greetings

to the wind of change.

And so it travels over oceans

tastes the blue and green

and gold of secret sandy coves,

the feather wing brush touches

of the palm trees swaying,

dancing tropic rhythms

and all this is coming now,

there is no need for you or me

to move at all,

just listen,

extend your senses far and wide

and make us ready to receive

the wind of change,

for it will come and bring with it

the scents and tastes

of foreign markets, foreign fruit,

rich with spices and desires,

night blue desert skies

and songs that were already ancient when

the ancient ones did sit and listen,

and they watched

the whirling stars above.

What treasures!

Oh what riches will be ours

when we can rise

and meet the wind of change

wide open and accepting,

dressed in clothes of billowing white –

like fisher's nets,

like webs we spread ourselves

we spread our wings

to let the wind of change pass through us,

tell us of the splendours

it has brought and share its riches,

share its wealth with us who

waited for this moment to arrive –

we knew that it would come

and never truly did abandon

our sense that we were right to think

that it would come in our direction.

And of course,

of course we knew that it would come ...

... and here it comes ...

The wind of change

and all its eons worth of riches

and of unimaginable feelings,

of sensations silk upon your living skin,

the softest angel wing

across your cheek and neck,

the light of all the stars

is softly streaming to your eyes

and wisdom white is entering your web of life,

as whispering now turns to rushing

and delight is rising, lifting you

and you are riding on a wave of life and love,

a wild reality of beauty

as you never thought you could conceive –

A wave of here and now,

so wide it sweeps across the universe

and carries you as well as all there is

and all you need to do is

be here and remain here

for enlivenment and life itself is here,

enough for all and shared by all,

the wind of change is here

and now

and always

and eternal.

© Silvia Hartmann 2003