Bob the Tree Returns to His Old Self

The Healing art of Music

People began coming up with ideas for how Bob might be healed. Some were discussed and rejected, some implemented. Each one had a leader followed by a willing crowd.

sasha lilias
My sister, Lunar, is able to feel life and death, and, to some extent, give or take it. This usually only applies to small, living objects. I believe that we can channel this gift into our instruments so that our music can gain the small amount of “healing” properties. I also believe that if we all connect and push our wills for this to work we can amplify the effects. If we may? Can we all get into a semi-circle please?

While the musicians readied themselves, the semi-circle formed: Zleiphneir, Druzik, Curiose, Mojomuppet, Kafuuka, Ravenstrider, Sephirah Caelum, Sagewoman, Shadowseeker, Lunar Priestess and Handy Pockets all joined hands in a large semi-circle around Bob at Sasha’s instruction.

sasha lilias
Now comes the hard part: we all need to will the energy to try to heal Bob through our music.

At this command, the group began to concentrate, focusing their will for Bob to be well, and some released heat to boost the energy. Before they began, Marvolo took his flask of pure raindrops and let three drops fall on the ground, commanding them with his ancient words–“Eadrom Baisti”–to multiply. It began to rain. Mr. Mystery continued to complain of the wrongness of what was being done, but with a steely glare Marvolo began playing his lute, Sasha her harp, and Nimrodel her flute. A song to heal Bob: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgnDHZvqIz4&feature=related

Some began humming or singing along and many focused their energy into the music being played.  The music ended and all eyes fell on Bob, but despite the heartfelt love and compassion, the spell had not worked. Sasha sighed and lowered her head.

Zleiphneir
Sasha, that was beautiful.

Sasha Lilias
Not beautiful enough.