One day, in dream I heard one brother playing the flute. I heard him but I didn’t see him. 

It was a margii brother from South America who at that time was living in Sweden. 

It sounded very beautiful. 

Then, more and more flute sounds were coming. They seemed to be coming from all directions, playing a never-ending melody. 

Actually, there were various melodies, but they all melted and merged harmoniously into each other. 

Then, I thought I also would like to play the flute. 

I didn’t know how to play, but suddenly a flute appeared in the air just in front of me. I took it and tried to play a few notes. I only played very simple sounds but somehow they too were in perfect harmony with the other flute melodies all around me.