On Wolf’s birthday….M4B*

262 years ago today an extraordinary event occurred — the birth of Wolfgang Mozart. I say this because he carried with him an unusual gift — not only supremacy in every area of the music of his time, but an additional gift that made him unique. This is a gift of the Holy Spirit. This gift permeated everything he composed, and affected everything he did. This gift caused him to be the most celebrated musician of his age, and also the most hunted and despised. I believe this gift also caused him to be murdered — assassinated, in fact.

If you are willing to keep an open mind to the fact that most of what you have heard about Wolfgang Mozart is false — a lot of it deliberately so — I can tell you what I really think happened to him and why…as, in this respect, the same thing has been happening to me…

That is, if you are at all interested…

 

*M4B=Mozart for Believers

 

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Look to Minnesota in the New Year

When Wolfgang Mozart wrote his last major opera, The Magic Flute, in 1791 he had no knowledge of a place called “Minnesota”. In fact, at that time there was no such place in any formal way, as Minnesota did not become a state until 1859. However, this opera may have turned out to be more than a delightful and exquisite singspiel — it also may contain a prophecy…

Mozart describes a minor character who is simply a blackguard who tries to torture, etc, Pamina. His name is “Monostatos”. Hmm…odd coincidence? It happens to sound not unlike “Minnesota”. Well, in the opera, Monostatos is a rogue to tries to interfere in Pamina’s relationship with her stepfather, Sarastro. Monostatos also ends up trying to assist her wicked mother, the Queen of the Night. A nasty character indeed!

Now let’s turn to another odd coincidence. The Minneapolis Symphony changed its name some time past to be called the Minnesota Orchestra. They did not have to do that. In fact, that seems a rather odd thing to do. But they did.

Then, into the orchestra walks someone who has had a significant influence on the life of my children and me. Someone who, almost literally, crawled out of the woodwork at Orchestra Hall. This person did everything in their power to control our lives. Fortunately this situation did not last forever. What I call the lockout of me by the players occurred at that time. And this person, to my thinking, whose behavior qualifies them in the ranks of “the lowest of the low” can only be called “Monostatos.”

During the 18-month lockout of the MO players I attempted to bring this ironic situation to light, but to no avail. And so, I have let go and moved on. But an inexorable process may still be in place. “Monostatos” is apparently still embedded in their midst. But what may have been intended for ill might instead be working for good…

And all that goodness will take place in Minnesota…:-)

A Simple Christmas…M4B*

Because of the persecution at the hands of my birth family, which included being systematically poisoned in their attempts to control this great gift of shalom that is die zauberflote and try to use it against God’s will, Christmas has a special meaning for me. I learned it the hard way. At the time, I could not understand why it seemed that God had abandoned me to people who insisted on turning themselves into monsters. Yet nonetheless I willingly stood in ankle-deep icy mud, at times with tears running down my face, and sang Christmas carols with the neighborhood children in my hometown of Fairfield, Connecticut. Although I came to realize that the persecution would intensify during the holidays, I fairfield house vnever lost my love of every piece of music connected to Yeshua, the Messiah.

But much of the hooplah came to make me quite miserable. The tree, the tinsel, the cotton batting on the mantle with a cardboard sleigh and reindeer, and of course, “Santa Claus” — whoever that was — came to represent to me an abyss of hopelessness.

“Let’s have our Christmas!” my Mother would chuckle, as she got out her notepad to record which gift was from whom, so we could immediately send thank-you notes for everything under the tree.

Well, that was it. The Bible sat dusty and untouched on a bookshelf, and everything swirled around who got what. And of course, I seemed to end up with items I had never wished for nor could ever use. That seemed to be part of the orchestration.

At the time, being quite young, it was all very confusing. Now, looking back, I can see how God has used everything for good, for I literally cannot tolerate anything having to do with Christmas that does not directly lift up the Lord Jesus Christ. I no longer ‘celebrate’ what I call ‘Xmas’. No tree. No lights. No wrappings. Just the music. And The Presence.

And I am richly blessed…I invite you to do the same…:-)

*M4B=Mozart For Believers

“Minnegeddon”, and what it might mean to you…M4B*

As the locked-out Other Mozart I have a unique perspective. In fact, I sincerely doubt that anyone who knows me — be they friend or foe — would disagree with that statement. I see things, as it were, from inside an opera — things are either blissfully wonderful or truly horrible. I even saw what I call a ‘dark angel’ long ago, whom I came to believe goes out of its way to try to cause trouble for me and my family, so I have no doubt that there is an adversary I have to deal with every day…

If my thesis is correct — that Wolf was given an unusual gift of shalom — of the Holy Spirit — that those around him tried to steal from him and refused to confirm — then it follows logically that his death, whatever the technical cause, was an assassination. In fact, looking from my perspective, it seems a miracle that he was able to live as long as he did and succeed in giving us such a prodigious output of masterpieces that have held their own and are beloved over two hundred years later.

And, if it is the case that Wolf was assassinated because of a gift of the Holy Spirit, there is enormous support in the Word that God will not let that go unpunished. In fact, we learn from Annanias and Sephira, that anyone who deliberately tries to steal from God can drop dead on the spot. We can, in fact, see after Wolf’s death, that some rather strange things happened to those around him, including Salieri, who went mad, Puchberg, who died broke, and Constanze, who turned into a money-mongering hypocrite, pretending to further Wolf’s work but really just wanting to make money.

But I doubt that the saga ends there. I think, throughout history, that those who produce and perform Wolf’s music, while having contempt for him and his Gift (the movie “Amadeus” is a litany of that contempt, imo), run the same risk those who knew him did. They too are forever affected by his music, as this Gift is carried with it, wherever Wolf’s music goes.

And so, I believe, a Minnegeddon has begun. All that has been hidden about Wolf is coming out into the open. All the money stolen from this Gift is returning to God. And those who act in deliberate contempt can face dire consequences. In fact, from what I see, people stumble into what I call the Kingdom of the Night. It is a kingdom with a heirarchy. At its head, pretending to be a gentle Christ, is the dark angel I call The Night Magician. The actual heavens are closed, and these unfortunate souls seem stuck in this ultimately frightening place, until they come to the real God with real repentance. This kingdom has its own churches and schools, so many do not realize they have been deceived. The lucky ones are those who do not fit, and who are ‘chastised’. They may encounter imbalance in their life, they may even hear this dark angel attacking them. Such happened, in fact, to the player I call “Monostatos”, who kept hearing what they said was a ‘riding-crop voice’.

If I am correct, as events play out, everything having any connection to Wolf will, in fact, end up being turned inside-out. And, if you have anything to do with Wolf or his music, or me and die zauberflote, the same may be true for you…

*M4B=Mozart For Believers

Thank you, Miles…

Sometimes there are artists who influence others in a truly profound yet unexpected way. So is it in my life with the music of Miles Davis. I grit my teeth in angst that I never saw him in person. Indeed, I was not even a follower back when he was alive. I thought Dave Brubeck, who happened to live near me in Fairfield, CT, when I was growing up, had it all. But throughout the years, Miles kept popping up in my cd collection. I kept returning to “Sketches of Spain”, mesmerized by its beauty. I had yet to discover “Kind of Blue.” In fact, that happened by chance when I spent an afternoon jamming at Jazz Central in Minneapolis, and someone challenged me to learn his solo from “So What.”

Well now I listen to a steady stream of Miles’ music. Some I like, some makes me cringe, and some leaves me breathless, such as the solo about 5 minutes in on the “Live cd-coverAround the World” version of “Time After Time.” I am hooked. I like being immersed. I am becoming transformed.

But I realize with a truly painful sensation that I had been studying the wrong discipline, the wrong modality, and the wrong tonality. I was classically-trained, whatever that means. I studied with Sid Zeitlin, the perpetually disgruntled perfectionist who was at that time the Principal Flute of the Minnesota Orchestra. I was not completely comfortable, but I didn’t know why. Now I do.

I never liked having to play the same thing twice. And I was never able to equate those who do with anyone who was truly creative.

And so, I am absorbed in learning Miles’ language. And in interpreting it in my own way.

Here is the first piece — a simple working track on my CDbaby page that I call “My Miles…Autumn Leaves…” 🙂
https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/pamelabrown

Oh, by the way, “Miles” is also the name of my horse…his gaits are incredibly smooth, and he is quite the cool character too…

The life of a Mozart…’controllers’…

If you look with discernment at the life of Wolfgang Mozart you will find that there are things that just don’t seem to add up. For one, he was constantly composing and in great demand, and yet he was always beset with serious financial problems. For another, those close to him, his own Father being an excellent example — unfortunately– were extremely disrespectful to him, both in person and behind his back.

What you won’t know, unless you really dig, is that it is entirely possible that Wolf was supposed to have been subject to ‘controllers’ throughout his life. To what end? Well, we need to start with the axiom that he had been given a gift that no other musician had, and that those around him were intent on controlling that gift while trying to keep him ignorant of it. I think just about everyone would agree that Wolf was a people-pleaser. I doubt that most people understand how deep that went, though.

But Wolf made a run for it. He figured out the truth about the extraordinary gift he had been given, at least by what turned out to be the end of his life. He may have sensed where he was headed. He put all of that wisdom and knowledge into his last major opera, Die Zauberflote. That was on September 30, 1791. By November 20th he took to his bed for the last time. He took his last earthly breath on December 5th.

If you go to Vienna to look for graves you will, of course, find none for Wolf. But you will find one for Constanze, and one for his sister Nannerl. At opposite ends of town. Could they have been his controllers? I’ll let you figure that one out on your own…

The life of the locked-out Other Mozart…

“You can’t play under pressure,” the lowest-of-the-low — the player I call “Monostatos” — whispered in my ear as we stood on the darkened stage at Orchestra Hall. I had been invited often weekly to ‘practice’ on this stage, and the sounds of die zauberflote soared even throughout the building when I did. Mozart, Bach, Neilsen, Khatchaturian, Mahler were my usual contributions — at times playing violin as well as flute concertos. But Monostatos, as usual, was not being truthful. What he meant to say was that I was surrounded by adversaries who managed to control almost every area of my life. Monostatos himself led the cadre of players who crawled out of the woodwork to make strange statements and even odder requests. This could only be described as a very bizarre experience.

But Monostatos had miscalculated. I had learned long ago to observe the behavior of people when they heard die zauberflote for the first time. That had happened over a year earlier, in this case. Monostatos’ reaction had been especially interesting. He lay in wait, as it were, and then attempted to falsely criticize me. I could have told him then that, ‘well, this sound is perfect, so I can do whatever I want,” but I bit back those words. Instead, I observed. And I waited for die zauberflote to do what Wolf had promised in the opera long ago — to stop evil in its tracks and use everything for good. Miraculously, as I hope you will see, that is what has happened…:-)

Pamina, the Other Mozart M4B*

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Being the Other Mozart has not as much to do with chops and musical brilliance as it does with destiny and character.  I knew I carried this burden of picking up where Wolf left off when I was very small.

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(That’s me, with my teddy bear, on the back steps of the Victorian house in Bridgeport, CT, where we lived before moving to Fairfield. I still have the bear.)

I heard his music on the radio and knew who he was even before I heard about his life. I felt he had done a terrible job.  He had left an awful mess for me. In fact, it seemed overwhelming at that time.  But God, in His mercy, has managed  to develop in me a character similar to Wolf’s.  For one thing, as you can see, I don’t give up.  For another, I always try to take a positive stance.  I look to God to use everything for good. I am frequently surprised, but never disappointed.

Then, of course, there is the incomparable and inimitable sound of die zauberflote, which seems to make a lot of people act a just bit crazy.  But that’s another story…

And don’t worry — if you are, by this time, thinking, “Well I never!  She doesn’t DESERVE to be the other Mozart!” I can assure you that this fact has been drummed into me constantly, and often on a daily basis.  In fact, you can just ask my children — Keith, Kirk and Katherine! 🙂

Me with my three K's...:-)

I hope you will ‘bear’ with me as I tell you more about what I believe actually happened to Wolf and why.  I will tell you about those who have done their best to help me, and those who have betrayed me and even plotted my death.  (Actually, as my position is one of stature, the correct term is probably ‘assassination’.) In return,  I ask you to set aside just about everything you thought you knew about Wolf.  Much of the information you may be considering credible might even have even been deliberately disseminated by some with a hidden agenda.

(This painting of me as a young adult was done by my Great-Aunt Marge.  She was a professional artist in Chicago, where I was born.)

*M4B=Mozart For Believers

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