Minnegeddon: the music of Wolfgang Mozart and the Great Finn-esse…:-0

When you have the curious ‘privilege’ of growing up with a Mother who seems to have a lot of tricks of darkness at her fingertips, you quickly learn about the art of finesse.  Basically, this is a bridge term, for a situation where a player is put into a position where they have to give up a card that is a threat to another player whether they want to or not.  Yes, my Mother loved to play bridge.  We earned all kinds of gifts from her and my Father’s winnings — even a cat! I usually ended up as ‘dummy’ so had a lot of time to observe the shrewd machinations that comprised an artful finesse. I watched that strategy used in real life as well, to unearth secrets and information that otherwise a person would have steadfastly resisted disclosing.  And, eventually, I found myself testing the waters of finessing on my own — sometimes to my advantage, others to utter failure.  But I learned and persisted, and have also become an acute observer of finesses-in-process by others.  That doesn’t happen often — finessing may be something of a lost art.

At any rate, during and following my lockout by Monostatos’ Orchestra I gradually and painfully began to realize that I didn’t really have to do much work to create a finesse.  In fact, if I simply stepped back and let everyone else use all their own energy attempting to disrespect me or worse, they would before long end up hoisting themselves with their own petards.  I realized then, as I had before, that the power of die zauberflote is such that it works whether I am conscious of it or not.

I then began to take a look at the music of Wolfgang Mozart — one of the main reasons he was murdered, imo, was to steal his music.  Those who plotted and wished him dead then had the opportunity to wave his music triumphantly, like banners, proclaiming to the rest of the Kingdom of the Night that they could hear his music without consequence and even, if they wished, claim in their hearts to have replaced Mozart!  And thus they went out into the world, telling everyone of the ‘failure’ of Wolf’s earthly life — how it had ended too soon (but then lots of people died in their 30’s back then) and how much they ‘love’ him (while, of course, slandering him in word and libeling him in book).  Apparently, the slander and libel were supposed to create an aura of protection for those who were profiting from his murder.

And so it has continued for well over 200-years.  The little bit of shining light in this dreadful scenario is the wonderful concept of the “Mozart effect” which became popular in the 80’s.  And yes, there IS such a thing as the “Mozart effect” — it works even when his music is performed by people who despise him.  The gift of Gd given to him is so powerful that it can surmount even that indignity.  I soon became aware of that — you can hear the elegant and profound energy of ‘shalom’ in nearly all his pieces, no matter who performs them.  That, in itself, is something of a miracle.

However, there is even more.  I can assure you now, after long years of observation, that all those performing Mozart’s music are, in fact, turned over to the same Gd that created Mozart.  By their pridefulness in performing Wolf’s music while refusing to humble themselves before the Creator, they end up finessing themselves.  And so, one of the group of Monostatos regularly performs the Clarinet Concerto of Mozart, apparently trying to proclaim that they have, after locking me out, in fact ‘replaced’ Mozart…http://m.startribune.com/vanska-minnesota-orchestra-musicians-unite-for-concert-to-aid-syrian-refugees/363393091/

Umm…not gonna happen.

All they probably have done is finn-essed themself! 🙂

 

 

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“Nominal” Christians…M4B*

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When I was a child growing up in Fairfield, Connecticut, we lived in a nice three-bedroom house.  My father was a metallurgical engineer.  He had done well for himself.  He started out as a poor cowboy on a farm in Yankton, South Dakota.  He put himself through the South Dakota School of Mines and graduated with a degree in metallurgy.  He was quickly hired on by a steel company in Chicago, where I was born.  He then changed jobs and was soon transferred to the East Coast.

My father was an avid reader.  We had only one bookcase in our house, surprisingly, as he read everything from the ancient Greeks to contemporary history.  He borrowed nearly all his books from the library, so didn’t need a lot of space for them.  But there was one Book that sat on the shelves throughout those years — the Bible.  I cannot recall my parents taking it out, even dusting it off.  It just sat there, among all the other books.  There didn’t seem to be much need for the Wrd in our household.  That is because we were what I would now call ‘nominal’ Christians.

We were Methodists.  And yes, I know now that there are thriving churches of every denomination where Believers can be fed, so I am not pouncing upon the poor maligned Methodists.  It just happened to be our fate.  There are also at least two Methodist ministers in our family — both cousins on my father’s side.

Our Methodist Church, http://www.goldenhill.org/, is one of the loveliest neo-Gothic churches I have seen anywhere, with a full pipe organ, a choir with paid soloists, ushers who back then wore morning coats with carnations in their lapels, and a delightful area called the “Pullman Chapel” where the children had service.

What we learned from that church was how to excel at being nominal Christians.  We put issues of substance first, and complained when Gd didn’t give us everything we wanted instantly.  We learned fellowship, with cookouts, and weekend getaways.  I am sure it was mere coincidence that many of the wealthy people who lived on “the Hill” attended that church. We were, of course, in awe of them.  Gd had obviously favored them and not us.

We did say grace maybe once or twice a year — certainly at Easter and Xmas. And we were always present at church.  The only time we missed that I am aware of was when President Kennedy was assassinated.  That Sunday we sat in front of the black+white tv eating tv dinners (yes, really) and watched Lee Oswald being murdered by Jack Ruby.

It’s really hard to get through to people when they become nominal Christians.  They think they are doing everything right!  If you try to disciple them by nudging them toward the Wrd or — heaven forbid — repentance — we are usually met with defiance and outrage…

So that too, I now believe, was the crisis our Lrd Jesus Christ faced when he dealt with the Pharisees and Sadducees.  They already ‘knew’ they were going to heaven.  They had nothing to learn.  They needed nothing.  They did not realize that they were already mostly dead inside and only yelling at them could hopefully wake them up…:-0

*M4B=Mozart For Believers

 

 

 

 

 

The ‘Locked-Out Mozart’ list…The “Shackles” School M4B*

Starting the New Year off on the right foot, I will be providing information, not using the actual names, of course, of organizations that have, in one way or another, effectively locked me, my husband and die zauberflote out. I will explain how this happened to the best of my ability, as well as do my best to describe the organization and use it as an symbol to represent something that I consider to be false.

My first foray into this arena involves a private school that claims to have a Christian mission and outlook. So far, so good. It also specializes in a certain form of education termed “Classical”. If you research this, you will find that a Classical education does, in many ways, fill in the gaps of what is available to students in the public education sector. It relies on memorization, logic, rhetoric, all areas that have long ago for the most part fallen by the wayside in public education, the purpose of which seems to be to create good followers, not unusual leaders. So again, all well and good. How can you go wrong, right?

Unfortunately, there is a little bit more to providing a true Christian environment than just saying so. In fact, perhaps the most serious criticism I have of this type of school is that the leaders are not only spiritually immature but they are so wrapped up in making a success of the school they have become ignorant of their supreme arrogance and superficiality. To add to the problem, they seem to have surrounded themselves with others of the same level of understanding, and so, in effect, have created their own little world. If you dare to criticize what they are doing you are met with outrage. If you try to point them to the Wrd they may attack you. Yes, I think you’re starting to get the message I am sending your way — an environment such as this can become vulnerable to being some sort of cult. Whether or not that is actually the case, I do not know. There does seem to be an undercurrent of the ‘end of the world’ philosophy, and the need to prepare to survive the Tribulation. (That, on its own, might raise a red flag, as some Christians tend to think that the ‘real Christians’ will be raptured prior to the Tribulation. :-0)

As this school grew and developed I was hopeful yet baffled. Everything seemed to be so right, but something was wrong. I could not figure it out. Then I was invited to perform at the school for a program they were doing. I was given no introduction as either a musician or a Christian. No mention was made of this great gift of die zauberflote even though the person who requested me to perform is a family member. Lovely performance of the Bach unaccompanied flute sonata, nice reception. As I left the school there was a large van farther up the driveway. All of a sudden it went into reverse and came towards my car at full throttle. By the time I was able to hit the horn, the van had crashed into the front of my vintage Honda Accord, squashing my “Pamina” license plate! The driver got out, was very apologetic. Seemed she had ‘forgotten her keys’ :-0. My hood would not open and my radiator was cracked, but she said she would send me an amount for the damage and asked me not to go to my insurance agent. She sent me a check for $300 with a nice note that said this is what Gd had “told her to send me.” That was enough to fix just the hood. I didn’t ask her for money to fix the radiator. I knew there was a lesson to be learned by this, but I had no idea what it was. This was a very odd wakeup call.

During most of this time I had been giving money to the school. When I felt a young family member was, in essence, being ‘trapped’ in the school, which had very limited opportunities for their area of expertise, I was railed at and bullied by my family member. At about this time the headmaster and my family member arranged a coffee event apparently only designed to convince me to give substantial sums of money from an inheritance I had recently unexpectedly received, to — guess where — their school. As the headmaster spoke, her teeth seemed to become larger and brighter — I felt like Little Red Riding Hood. I left the little ‘chat’ trembling with anger. Fortunately, once again, an unsettling event served as a significant clue. I decided to research the school online and found one review that summed up my experience — “They talk the talk, but they don’t walk the walk. Run from these people”…

During this time, also, the school had become more and more closely aligned with another adversary of mine — guess what– Monostatos’ Orchestra. A handful of employees and even an adviser had in the past or currently some connection to this organization. Upon that realization I started asking the really tough questions — was it possible that this school was developed with an intent to use die zauberflote against Gd’s will to make money for the school, or was it just an odd coincidence that this seemed to be happening? We as Believers know from the book of Acts, Chapter 5, of the antics of Ananias and Sephira. They tried to test the Holy Spirit and ended up dead on the spot. I also began to wonder if the school was deliberately designed to present the students with a false gospel that, in effect, ‘locked-out’ the real Holy Spirit or if their beliefs were simply immature? Needless to say, I began waging spiritual warfare on behalf of the children, and hope to be mistaken. This school ought to provide the students with not only learning but character sufficient for them to be truly inspired Christian leaders for the rest of their lives. Was it doing this, or causing them to be bound by the wiles of the adversary? Does the staff have any idea the stranglehold the adversary has managed to put on these children?

This time, when a request for money comes, I will explain that we are partnering with organizations who are willing to support us and die zauberflote, and perhaps host a concert. Hopefully, that will get their minds working…:-0

M4B=Mozart For Believers

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