A curious comment by Mr. Vanska..

Lo and behold, as I was checking the archives at Norman Lebrecht’s Slipped Disc blog, I found an article about Mr. Vanska’s new adventure in Japan.  That alone does not surprise me, as he seems to be making a grand getaway before things blow up at the MO due to their lockout of…the Zauberflote.  But what caught my attention is that he mentions, of all people, Mozart, in  his quote.  As if he liked Mozart…even appreciated him.  Based on his and his colleague Mr. Shrickel’s treatment of the Zauberflote, such a statement is truly ironic…

Here is the article…https://wherecherriesripen.blogspot.com/2019/05/interview-osmo-vanska-as-long-as-there.html

What do I mean by my being ‘locked out’ by the Minnesota Orchestra…

For the first time in almost 200 years the sound of new Mozart — his Zauberflote — was heard on the stage at Orchestra Hall. But it was not heard during a concert, nor was it given a proper introduction. Instead, the man I call “Monostatos” –a bass player –enticed me with the Zauberflote to ‘practice’ on the darkened stage. This priceless sound was heard throughout the building because the sound system was connected to the stage.

And yes, during this time Monostatos was even causing me bodily harm.

Week after week, during the 666 days of our captivity at the hands of Monostatos, I played from the flute and violin repertoire on that darkened stage. To what end? Colleagues of Monostatos literally crawled out of the woodwork, behaving very strangely, to say the least. Everyone in the orchestra knew what was happening. The concertmaster at the time called us “Beauty and the Beast.” But have you heard the slightest bit of excitement about these unusual circumstances? No. The tiniest shred of concern for the panic and trauma my children and I were subjected to? Nothing. Instead, Monostatos and his cadre have done everything in their power to keep all this secret while slandering my credibility.

During the 2012 lockout of the Minnesota Orchestra players, I began to wonder if their being locked out had any connection to their earlier ‘lockout’ of me and the Zauberflote. So I wrote to Mr. Vanska and explained my situation. I pleaded for the Zauberflote to be heard again on that same stage. I did everything I could think of to bring the Zauberflote to the attention of the Minnesota Orchestra Board as well. I felt that this would be an opportunity to resolve both their issues and mine.

But, unfortunately, that did not happen. To this day, those letters have, in fact, gone unanswered…

Update 12.13.20

Well, here we have another lockout — Orchestra Hall is dark once again, and has been since March.  We are approaching the day — December 21 — when Monostatos legally became a part of my family.  It is also his birthday.  Has he, or anyone else, come forward to tell the citizens of this great state the truth of what has been going on? Monostatos and the Minnesota Orchestra have no problem taking funds from public coffers to support them and their projects, and yet they seem equally comfortable concealing the truth of this situation.

I can only hope that the uncommon ‘common people’ — the salt of the earth — will come forward to help this situation come to light.

With best wishes for the season…

The threat of Monostatos…

While my children and I were held hostage, so to speak, by the person I call ‘Monostatos’, for approximately 666 days, in a time, fortunately, long ago, he enticed me to practice on the stage at Orchestra Hall. He would then attempt to create as much trauma about it as possible, whispering such things as, “You can’t play under pressure.” At the time I found these practice sessions and the accompanying attacks puzzling, to say the least. In fact, they did not make any sense at all.

But now, with the benefit of hindsight, and the blessing of the passing of time, I find there is a certain consistency to what he was doing. In fact, I can comfortably say that this was probably the reason he wanted to have anything to do with us at all. For, it seems, my playing was a threat to him, and this was the only way he knew to try to neutralize it.

In fact, I can say that it would not be surprising if everything Monostatos has was gained in much the same way — through deceit, threats and intimidation. Apparently, this is supposed to be considered ‘professional’ at some level.

As far as that threat to me, I can now answer that I indeed found it a challenge to do my best in every area of my life while my children were being held hostage by someone comfortable with monstrous behavior.

But don’t take my word for it. You can experience the “Monostatos Effect” today at his other orchestra…

http://msomn.org/p-d-q-bach-premiere-lutoslawski-showpiece/

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

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…:-)

Was Mozart poisoned? *M4B

During the 80’s, the intellectual and musical community went into something of an uproar over the question of whether or not Wolfgang Mozart had been poisoned. This was largely due, of course, to the outrageous play and then movie, AMADEUS. Wolf was presented as an irresponsible, narcissistic person, who had a hard time getting along with people, and as a result, suffered a miserable and premature death.  But was it really murder?  Did Mozart’s rival at the court, Antonio Salieri, actually poison him?  In AMADEUS, the conspiracy is trolled throughout the movie, but it is never specifically identified.  There is no scene of Salieri offering Wolf a glass of wine laced with arsenic.  There is no plot devised as to just how this would have taken place.  It is all left up to our imaginations — and just as the movie’s offhand references to a ‘magic flute’ leaves us with only whispers of what might have happened.

When we look a bit deeper into the underlying aspects of AMADEUS we do find, oddly, that Salieri apparently did ‘confess’ to poisoning Wolf late in life. Salieri did also end up going insane. But when Ludwig Beethoven found out about this possibility, however, he jumped to his teacher, Salieri’s, defense.  Even more odd, Wolf himself said that he felt like he was being poisoned with acqua toffana by someone who had estimated the exact time of his death.  That sounds rather like ritual murder, don’t you think?  Or, to be more specific, since Mozart was a prominent public figure, wouldn’t ‘assassination’ be the more fitting term?

Wouldn’t researchers go diving headfirst into this possible conspiracy to murder the greatest musician of his day?  The first musical superstar? But no. Instead, we find the ‘serious’ historians poo-pooing the idea and chastising anyone who finds anything about it credible.  This is what AMADEUS does.  It belittles even Wolf’s own statements, as well as Salieri’s, so that we are supposed to be left with the thought that poor old Mozart just caught a bad cold or something and died.  Sob, sob…

However, if we look at Mozart’s gift from a Christian perspective, we can open a door that has, until now, remained bolted shut.  If Wolf had an extra gift, an unusual gift, that everyone wanted to steal so nobody would confirm to him, his life takes on a different meaning. If, everywhere he went, he was being sandbagged by people pretending to be friends only to trick him and cheat him of what he had rightfully earned, some of his actions that have not made sense now might. Wolf was excoriated for his sarcasm.  If someone were tricking you, leading you into losing situations, slandering you behind your back, and trying to cause you to end up in the poorhouse, just how would you react?

If Wolf’s unusual gift were a gift of the Holy Spirit, how would that affect his life?  It could only be used in kindness and forgiveness.  It could not be used for personal gain.  It could only point to and honor Jesus.  It could, then, tell him the truth about every situation he was in and protect him from all harm.

Just what connection might this have to Mozart’s being poisoned?  If you knew you had access to a person, say, as a family member, or spouse, who had an unusual gift of which they remained unaware because nobody would confirm it, would you be tempted to try to control it, and use it for own ends?  Might you be tempted to make a way to assure yourself that you would never have to worry about Wolf’s finding out the truth of this gift?  If so, just how might you accomplish this?  One dose of poison to murder him? Or small doses to weaken him and make him vulnerable to being controlled by the one doing the poisoning? And would you do your best to find compatriots in this deadly plot? What about just a single dose from some of them? Might you also try to corrupt authorities so that even if Mozart were to unearth this deadly plot, he would not find justice?

And what if, by wordly standards, his assassins thought that they were, in fact, controlling a ‘holy grail’ that alchemists dreamed about that could give them unlimited wealth and power while Mozart died a slow and agonizing death?

Just some food for thought…

*M4B=Mozart For Believers

 

 

 

 

Wolf and the ‘controllers’…M4B*

If you will consider the possibility that much of what you have been told about Wolfgang Mozart is false — either mistaken or deliberate disinformation — you might gain a better understanding of who he was and what his life was really like.

If you were to begin with that premise, you might want to research an odd common denominator in his life — that he was not allowed to, or able to, live alone.  You will see that virtually everywhere he went, up until the last months of his life when he and Constanze were separated for health reasons, he was almost always surrounded by people in his daily life.

If you look a little deeper into his family life you will find that his marriage to Constanze caused a great deal of conflict with his father Leopold and sister, Nannerl.  Why would this be? you might ask.  Was Constanze simply not good enough?  Or could there have been another and more sinister reason?  In fact, you will find that Constanze is buried at one end of Salzburg and Leopold and Nannerl at another.  That might give you a hint.

Leopold made repeated claims that Wolf was unable to take care of himself, and that he was ‘not good with money.’  This is, imo, a significant clue to what was really going on.  Translation:  Leopold did everything possible to make sure Wolf could not make a living comfortably on his own.  In fact, it seems he did everything possible, short of an actual tether, to manipulate Wolf.  He had no compunction about complaining that, of course, Wolf and Constanze had to move again, because they didn’t have any money.  Leopold had no problem, in fact, virtually slandering Wolf and his inability to earn a living as Leopold thought he should.

And herein lies the key:  Wolf had a controller.  And when Wolf married Constanze she became the controller, leaving Leopold and Nannerl in the lurch.  Wolf was even virtually disinherited by Leopold, and I think this might have been why.

The grisly truth about Wolf’s life was that beneath that splendid and brilliant, cheerful and sarcastic exterior was an exploited child tethered to someone with ill intent, trying to manipulate him and  his gifts against God’s will for him.  In fact, if you look at the Requium in that light, you may gain a new perspective…

M4B*=Mozart For Believers

 

 

 

The Anti-Mozarts…”Christians” who are comfortable with slander and murderous ill intent with an end of financial gain…:-0 M4B*

Long ago, when I was caught up in the web created by my Mother (whom I believe was being used by the dark angel I call Lermontov) I found myself in need of a topic for my undergraduate honors degree.  I was horrified by what looked to me to be spiritually depraved behavior on the part of my birth family toward me and this great gift of die zauberflote that I had sworn to do my best to protect (even though that backfired).

While I was away from Bucknell, at the University of Edinburgh, I spent a year studying Shakespeare (plus two history courses).  Every day there was a lecture on a different play.  I sat in the drafty, cavernous lecture hall, able to see my breath, listening with what should have been rapt attention.  But, instead, I found myself distracted.  While studying in the English lit study hall (where the U provided copies of all textbooks, so no one had to buy them) I had discovered Ben Jonson.  I found that he, though living in the shadow of Will Shakespeare, was also a dynamic and controversial dramatist.  I began to feel a kinship toward his use of satire, especially when it came to the hypocrisy of the Puritans, who were running rampant at that time in Elizabethan England.  I found we had something in common that Will and I did not — a strong distaste for religious and spiritual hypocrisy with the end of fraudulent financial gain.

And so my thesis developed.  Why was it that Jonson seemed to go out of his way to take them on?  What was their response to him? Were the same agendas he was writing about then applicable to me and my situation now?  Yes, I decided.  And so my paper developed.  It has now been published online: http://digitalcommons.bucknell.edu/honors_theses/343/

When I wrote this paper I had no idea what I would yet have to face –thank goodness, as I would have been overwhelmed.  As I work today to untangle myself and die zauberflote from what I call the ‘vortex of the evil eye’ that took Wolf’s life before his time and has tried to silence me forever, I find that I must comment on the behavior of some of the nest of those with ill-intent who are blocking me.  Their common denominator seems to be that they call themselves “Christians”, yet they are comfortable with having murderous ill intent toward me and my children.  Of course, since humility and righteousness are prerequisites for any of us actually being able to call ourselves Christians, the world that they live in is probably that of the ‘working of error’, or what I call the Kingdom of the Night.  It is ruled by — you guessed it — the dark angel, Lermontov.  And so they gather around and try to seek out any whiff of weakness in me while whirling like dervishes, comfortable that any agenda will remain hidden, while they try to ‘steal’ die zauberflote and use it against God’s will to make money for themselves, thinking that they will stay free of consequences (while conveniently forgetting what happened to Saphira and Ananias!)…

So, in a sense, perhaps nothing has changed since Jonson’s day after all….:-0

M4B=Mozart For Believers

 

 

 

For my sister, “Starla” — a Mother’s Day wish come true…:-)M4B*

There has been a secret in our family…one, in fact, that my birth family has risked life and limb and their very souls to keep from coming to light. My Father almost died by his own hand because of it. My Mother tried to put curses on me and my children because of it. My family moved away from my home town to a remote area a six-hour drive away because of it. My sister has moved halfway around the world because of it.

My birth family attempted to use my precious children to continue the persecution that this secret represented. They were targeted from birth, it seemed. At the time, there appeared to be little I could do to prevent it.

But Gd in his great mercy finds a way to use even the most horrible situations for good. All of this is beyond our earthly comprehension. As I watched the consequences of my birth family’s predatory treatment of my children, my heart was breaking and my soul was seared with almost incomprehensible grief. But the Lrd was telling me to “Rejoice!” How could I possibly do this, I wondered. And yet, I did my best to make a sacrifice of praise of what I could not understand.

But now, this year, this Mother’s Day (which also happens to be my birthday) I do have an answer, and it has been worth the wait.

The Lrd has used all the tumult of my childrens’ relationships with my birth family to get the secret out into the light. The secret itself — my birth family attempted to put a ‘mark’ on me. This was done in stealth and deceit, through systematic intermittent poisoning. The goal was to make sure that, even with this great gift of die zauberflote, I would have no alternative but to doubt Gd. I was supposed to believe I did not have His favor, but they did. I was supposed to believe I was not ‘good’ enough to go to Heaven, but they were.

My birth family treated me as though I was already dead and waited for something to happen. What did happen was that Gd has turned our family upside down.

And there has been a great concept at work here. Children cannot lie to their Mother, even if they wish. Children always tell the truth to one who loves them, through their word and action.

My children are of no more use to you, “Starla.” 🙂

*M4B=Mozart For Believers

Wolfgang Mozart and the “Amadeus” slander factory…

Recently I taught a room full of second-graders for the day.  It was an interesting experience.  During storytelling time the lesson plan (devised by the regular teacher) instructed them to sit cross-legged on small carpet squares while the story was read.  It was, to me, a rather confusing story — Goldilocks and the Three Bears, but in a play put on by penguins.  So, to some extent, I don’t hold it against the students that not all were interested.

I discovered quickly that half of the class had decided on their own not to sit and listen to the story.  Instead, they were running around ‘cleaning up’ the classroom and chattering. I thanked the students who had been on task and was planning to take down their names (from their name tags) so that their teacher would give them credit for this.  Then, one of the off-task girls came running up to me, very excited.  “Mrs. B, we’ve all  written our names on the blackboard so that our teacher will know we were the ones that cleaned up the room!”.  I nodded and smiled to myself.  It was, in fact, possible to outsmart a second-grader!  On my notes to the lesson plan I added, “It looks like all the students who were off-task during the reading time have written their names on the blackboard.”

And what does this have to do with Wolfgang Mozart?  Or me, for that matter? Most anyone who knows anything about Wolf will acknowledge that either he had some very bad luck during his life or there were a number of people bad-mouthing him wherever he went.  When else has a musician simply out to do their job created such controversy?  But, no matter where Wolf turned, he was met by those trying to block him and destroy his credibility.  It is my position that he was slandered, and the slander contributed to his untimely death.  And it is my belief that the movie “Amadeus” combines most of the slanderous myths about him into one carefully-crafted package so that anybody could simply ridicule Mozart as a person while stealing his music and performing as though they were he. One or two even seem to think they have had the inside track.

When I started writing Piper to the Alternative long ago, amidst considerable controversy — one instructor at the Loft even attempted to steal the manuscript — I wrote about the “Vienna Mystery” surrounding Mozart’s death.  I saw that there was a vortex of negative energy around him that I call the “vortex of the evil eye” that caused his death.  A number of people close to him had agreed to his murder. They treated him as though he was already dead and waited for something to happen.  A few of them actually did cause him bodily harm — to weaken him. He never knew where the next attack would come from. At that time I had no understanding that my family and I too might possibly be victims of that negative vortex.

Now I know that this is indeed what happened to Mozart.  The current pandemic is, ironically, releasing the truth of this long-held secret.  The lawlessness of those who have tried to silence his Zauberflote is becoming visible at the level of the public. They have all written their names on the chalkboard.

They, like the second-graders, have managed to solve the problem for me.  And, as Minnegeddon unfolds, I think you will be able to see them more clearly if you wish…

 

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