I was born into a family of nominal Christians, known as Methodists. The Bible sat on the bookshelf. My Father only prayed before dinner at Christmas and Easter.
I was quite talented, performing in singing, dancing and playing the piano from the time I was three. At the end of a recital performance when I was four, I saw a dark angel, an extraordinary being, which appeared to be standing behind my Mother. My first thought was that it must be my Father, but then I saw that my father was kneeling in the aisle of the auditorium, taking a photo. The air around the figure was an intense combination of white and black, vibrating. It was quite handsome; it’s eyes, however, were sullen red coals. I was shocked, and frightened at this vision. Then I noticed that the same glints of red also came through my Mother’s eyes. Later, I named the apparition “Lermontov” after Anton Wallbrook, who played the role of the dictatorial ballet manager in a movie called The Red Shoes. He had a resemblance to this entity. (Much later, in 2011, I went back to the Klein Auditorium in Bridgeport, CT. I laid hands on its doors and rebuked the enemy I had seen there.)
As a result of my encounter, I felt I had no choice but to hide the fulness of the gifts given to me until I was old enough to take responsibility for them. Unfortunately, that was not a good choice. However, as a result, I had what I thought of as a ‘typical’ childhood, though in a dysfunctional family. Nothing could have been further from the truth. There was more going on.
In fact, by the time I was three years old I had accepted the fact that nothing in the family was as it seemed or as I was being told. I became aware, after World War II ended in Europe on my third birthday, May 8, that I may have been caused to consume substances of some sort without my knowledge or consent. To say the least, this was a difficult reality to deal with. At the same time, however, whatever malevolence may have been swirling around, I was still able to keep on going.
When family came to visit, there seemed to be a lot of whispering and conspiring of some sort. In what was quickly apparent was utter hypocrisy, my family did attend church regularly and the church was a significant part of our lives. But my parents quarreled all the way to church, then put on happy faces for their friends and the minister. They also argued all the way home. My Mother wailed in a false soprano and my Father was tone deaf. Church may have been mandatory but it was not enjoyable.
This was, as could be expected, a superficial environment. Ironically, the church was stunningly beautiful and had a full pipe organ, so every Sunday I was treated to Bach’s Toccata and Fugues. They also had paid soloists in the choir, so the lovely hymns were exquisitely-sung. At Christmastime they performed the Messiah. My love and reverence for the music of Bach and Handel started there…
At seven, after performing the Waltz of the Flowers on toe…the youngest one in the class, my Mother abruptly pulled me out of ballet, claiming now it was my sister’s turn. She didn’t like ballet. She also refused the horse riding lessons I had begged for. Instead, my Mother insisted that I study art. I was, however, allowed to learn the instrument of my choice…the flute. That puzzled me at the time. Later it became evident that the toxic substances that I was consuming without my knowledge or permission had something to do with the flute. In addition, there was ongoing negative programming aimed at discouraging me that was extremely distressing. Sometimes my Mother would just rage at me for no reason. I did my best to keep a good attitude, though my Father did nothing to help, or was unabl to. Though it seemed I could hear the dark angel at night above our house, I was surprised that the energy of the flute was calming and seemed to be protecting me. How could this be possible, I wondered? I was, however, at heart, quite frightened. How could a loving God put a child into a situation like this? I wondered.
I knew the sound of the music of Wolfgang Mozart before I ever heard his name. It had a unique quality, a superior beauty. It was the music of life. I knew I had a connection to him, but I also felt he had left everything in a terrible mess. How was I supposed to carry on for him, I wondered? Surrounded by evil on every side? I tried to tell those I trusted what I thought was happening, but they looked the other way. They may not have understood. I kept hoping that if I just survived long enough to live on my own the torture would stop and I would be able to move forward. It did not occur to me that my Mother could be brought to justice and sent to prison. I just wanted the attacks to stop.
Then, a series of events turned things upside down. My Father almost died by suicide not long after I left home in my freshman year in college. I was horrified, and came to believe that the church had failed him, and God had failed him. I decided I could have no longer have faith in that God. At that time I had no understanding that Yeshua was taking the family apart because of what had been happening to me behind the scenes. God was rescuing me from the horror, but I could not see that. I unfortunately and foolishly stopped playing the flute. That summer, after my Mother returned from visiting my Father in the hospital, it felt like she tried to put a curse on me. The air around her turned white and black, and as she spoke, three black frogs came out of her mouth. It was quite terrifying to see.
After I graduated with honors from college, my Mother kicked me out of her house because I had found a job in New York City rather than in Fairfield. It dawned on me that the reason for sending me to college was not to gain an education, but only to find a rich man to marry. That agenda had failed miserably. Again, this was God rescuing me from further abuse in that house. At the time I had no idea of this. The experience was quite traumatic. Had I stayed, I can only surmise that the poisoning would have started again.
I then met a man at the place where I worked whom I considered a knight in shining armor, as he had sympathy for my plight and took care of me. We married and moved from New York to San Francisco. I looked at different kinds of religions, read new age books, briefly became a Rosicrucian, and came to think that Yeshua was one of the great prophets, but not the Messiah. But when I became pregnant with our first child, I had a terrible sense of unworthiness that I did not deserve to be a mother because I was not saved. But this was 1969, and I did not know how to be saved. So I read the Bible every night. I went to a Catholic church. I prayed the rosary.
When our first child was six weeks old, we moved to Boston, still gravely convicted that I did not deserve to be a mother. I fell into a post-partum depression and went into a hospital for help. While there, they did some tests and I then found out, to my astonishment, that I was expecting again. How could God be so good to me? I asked. I was rebellious and unworthy. I could not believe this miracle, that God would bless me with not just one child, but two!
As I sat in the sunlight, on the veranda of the lovely house where I was staying, with the Bible in my hands, I heard a voice in my head, repeating the scripture, “And who do you say that I am?” “You are the Christ, the Son of the Living God,” said Peter. I knew that God was speaking to me. I knew I was saved. I was giddy with rejoicing. When I went back to my room, a roommate named Edith commented on how nice the new shoes were that I was wearing. “Here you go!” I said, and gave them to her.
When I returned home I began to play the flute again. I promised God that, no matter what, I would play it every day… The only saved person I knew of was Saul/Paul, and I took his example to heart. I decided I did not just want to be a Christian, I wanted to be a disciple — to give back what had been given to me. But I returned to a Methodist Church, but because its teachings were so shallow, I learned nothing about the Word. I did not know there was such a thing as spiritual warfare either. So, while I knew in my heart I played the Zauberflote, with a gift of goodness and protection, I was puzzled to see my birth family seem to go out of their way to treat my children as though they belonged to them and not to me. I quickly became concerned that there was some sort of ulterior motive going on, but I had no comprehension of what that might be.
We moved to Minnesota and joined the Good Samaritan Methodist Church. My husband had a serious drinking problem and at times become violent. When he assaulted me after our daughter was born I vowed that she would never have to live as I had, and left him. We divorced shortly after that.
I then began to study the flute seriously, with Sid Zeitlin at the Minnesota Orchestra, and later as a flute performance major at the UofM. But some strange things happened there that didn’t make sense and were quite overwhelming. I did not ask Yeshua if I should back away from the Minnesota Orchestra. In hindsight, I wish I had. I then met an orchestra bass player, who seemed like another prince charming. He pressured me to marry him, but I said I could only marry someone who was saved. Then he said he had watched Billy Graham and had become saved. He declared that he loved my three children. We did marry, and he later adopted my children, as my first husband had refused to pay for their care.
However, as we were packing up to move from our two apartments into a townhouse right after our wedding, I noticed his appearance suddenly change, his face and eyes glowed a sullen golden and there seemed to be something rippling under his skin. Later I came to think he might have shape-shifted before my eyes. I had never seen anything like it. I became frightened and devastated, realizing with a shock of despair that I did not really know the person I had married. I quickly came to see that just about all he had said was a lie. But why? I had no answer.
For about 666 days this man controlled every aspect of our lives. He threatened my life on two occasions to where I had to call the Police. I was afraid he would kill me if I pressed charges. I also think he was causing me to consume substances without my knowledge or permission. I could not afford to leave as he controlled all the money. He ridiculed me as a person and as a musician and also caused me bodily harm. But I did have the heady experience of practicing on the darkened stage at Orchestra Hall. I was also recorded there, but that night I was so exhausted I could hardly think. It felt like I had been drugged. It was a dream of mine come true, but it had come at a terrible price. At times, as we stood on the stage, he would hiss at me, “You can’t play under pressure!” Then it dawned on me that he was more interested in my children than in me, and so I began to fear and grieve for them, for what might be happening to them. As it turned out, he did seem to connect with at least one of them, who managed to turn my house into a nightmare…
My children and I were going to the Jesus People Church, and I pleaded with them for their help and prayer. They pointed me to the scripture about the saved not being bound if the unsaved person leaves. They also told me to submit to him. I did so, and I prayed day and night. Lo and behold, when I started asking him serious questions about our relationship, he packed up in one half-hour and went to stay with a colleague from the Minnesota Orchestra.
By this time, I understood that the Zauberflote was truly controversial, and that it was a gift of the Holy Spirit. Evangelist Brian Ruud declared this when I played a movement from a Bach sonata at his revival meeting in St. Paul. Though I did not have much understanding of how the Holy Spirit works, I did realize that this could account for why there was so much havoc with the orchestra members and at the UofM as well as the local musicians union. I found myself, essentially, locked out of the Minnesota Orchestra. When the players were themselves locked out in 2012, I quickly realized that this could be in response to their treatment of the Zauberflote and myself. For it seems that with the Zauberflote, what we wish for others becomes our fate…
And so, my family was torn apart from the inside out…
I stayed single, and supported myself outside of music after that. It was a difficult and tumultuous experience. I was heartbroken and disappointed for the hopes which I had had for my children. My children were in the midst of a spiritual maelstrom. There were many issues in our lives and challenges that, at the time didn’t seem to make any sense. But I can see now that the enemy, this dark angel I had seen long ago, and still hear, at times, was trying to turn our lives upside down and turn us against each other. It became evident that my birth family was doing their best to control my children, even trying to turn them against me. And then it seemed that some form of the childhood poisoning was starting up again…I was devastated and terrified, having no understanding of what might be taking place under my own roof…
In my helplessness I cried out to the Lord…I am the luckiest person in the world, and my soul magnifies the Lord!
Piecing things together, it looks as though my birth family may have told my children that if “something happened” to me they would inherit “my” share of their estate. At the same time, they were assuring me that I was getting nothing…
Fortunately, I had met a good Christian friend by this time who taught me about spiritual warfare, so I began to do battle in these difficult situations that appeared hopeless in the natural realm. Gradually, I began to see the negative situations give way to stability and shalom. How could this be? I wondered. It was the grace of God, using the Zauberflote…
And, of course, I played the flute every day and did some performing. Somehow, things always managed to work for good, even though there were terrifying circumstances. I began more and more to see that the energy of the flute was helping to get the truth out of whatever challenging situation we might be facing, and then put everyone in a safe place. It was truly astounding. I could not thank the Lord enough. And, though I was not consciously aware of it, I sensed at that time, I sensed that the persecution I was experiencing was also a part of this great gift. In fact, I bear the stripes of Yeshua…these are they are but mild and temporal afflictions.
The Zauberflote was blessing us…prying us out of the jaws of the dark angel…
Then I met a wonderful man ten years later, and he was a great blessing to us all, until he unexpectedly died in my arms in 2016. In 2014 I had told him about the childhood poisoning, and he said, “You remember that?” I was perplexed, to say the least. In May 2015 when I told my two younger children details of the childhood poisoning, he cried. I began to sense that I was just seeing the tip of a large and dense iceberg…
After this, my first husband’s son died by suicide in 2018, and abject grief became my companion once again. There were days when I could hardly open my mouth to speak. I began to wear sunglasses, so that people could not see my tears. Still, I continue to make a sacrifice of praise, knowing that God has a wonderful plan…
I had been a part of a Messianic congregation off-and-on, since 2010. I had always felt this gift of the flute was a gift for the Jewish people, and most specifically the Jews who had survived the Holocaust. But I was not able to effectively communicate with the leadership about the Zauberflote. They ended up getting bits and pieces of my testimony, and it wouldn’t have made much sense. And then, some negative things were happening to them, which I reluctantly realized could be connected to the convicting power of the Zauberflote.
So, with sadness I stepped back, to wait for direction from Yeshua..
However, Yeshua uses the Zauberflote for good, and the Rabbi and Rebetzen brought me to a significant connection…that of our family to, of all people, Bob Dylan…whom it looks like the dark angel is using in a crusade against the Zauberflote which, however, is instead turning into some sort of a miracle. (More about that at dylagence.wordpress.com)…
I determined that my one remaining family member had learned from my Mother and caused me and perhaps at least one other family member bodily harm through poisoning. I asked for help from two of my children to stop this lawlessness and bring her to justice, but they tried to threaten me into silence instead. I have removed myself from all family occasions involving this family member, and now am, in effect, locked out of the family I helped to create by those in support of this lawlessness. Nevertheless, I rejoice, knowing that Yeshua has a wonderful plan for us all.
And he has, in fact, delivered me from what Bob Dylan calls a “Murder Most Foul”…so I am in awe of His power and mercy…and blessed by the great Zauberflote…
And so I am stepping out in faith and moving forward, not knowing whither…with my testimony and the Zauberflote. I invite you to help me in this historic endeavor if you feel led to do so. I ask that you not believe what I say, but test what I say and pray about it….
And if you would like me to play the Zauberflote for your needs, please let me know….I will be publishing the songs that come out of this weekly prayer time….for both the saved and the lost…
When you hear the Zauberflote you are blessed…
You can be richly blessed,
You can be blessed beyond all measure…
What are you able to receive?
Listen to the Zauberflote…and come into shalom…
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*Mozart 4 Believers….