He had had dinner with Salieri. Had Salieri given him the fatal dose? Was it larger than the others, which, according to Wolf, had been quite small? Was this because of the extraordinary success of his last major opera, The Magic Flute? Had he given away the secret they were sworn to keep? Of this wondrous gift….
They all knew what was going on…nobody lifted a finger to help him…
His unusual gift of Zauber had to be contained…it had to be controlled…or it would threaten all that they held dear…in the darkness…
It was inevitable that Wolf would die…he knew it too…
He was surrounded by those who had agreed to his death, and yet he kept on producing music…
He continued working on the Requiem, which he knew was for himself…up to the end…
His body by this time was full of poison, given in increments throughout his life, at times, even by those he loved and trusted…
There was no autopsy, of course…
Like a bag of sand, his body was tossed into a lime pit…
How strange it seems to be bringing it all back home to the first time I heard Bob Dylan’s song Like a Rolling Stone. I had been kicked out of my family’s home in Fairfield Connecticut right after graduating from Bucknell University, Phi Beta Kappa and University Honors (one of two and the only woman to do that) because I had taken a job in New York City. I found myself on a lazy Saturday afternoon walking down 57th street with thirty dollars to my name and a month’s railroad pass. My first month’s salary was going to pay the employment agency that found the job for me — at MONY, on 1740 Broadway. I found a place to stay and it all worked out ok, but when I first heard that song the following year, I thought it had been written about me. All I could hear was the screeching, mocking voice of Dylan. I tuned him out after that. For a very long time.
But now it is all coming together, and the connection makes sense, as it looks like Bob Dylan and his people had been receiving information about me from my birth family, without my knowledge and consent. And some of it seems to have ended up in some of his songs. The intent appears to be to create a false reality that would cause me to lose hope…
It looks like Bob Dylan has been stoning me, to try to cause me to feel slandered and humiliated…and encouraging his insider fans to do the same with the oblique references in some songs coming from ‘inside’ information from my birth family…
During the approximately 666 days that my children and I were pretty much held hostage by this man there were a number of experiences that, at that time, did not make much sense. Hindsight being what it is, however, I now feel I have some sense of perspective.
At the same time Mr. Schrickel was enticing me to practice on the stage at Orchestra Hall with the Zauberflote (who could resist) there were also odd things going on behind the scenes. For one, it seemed we usually ended up in some sort of heated dispute over something or other after the practice sessions. This was all supposed to be my fault. This happened so frequently I began to wonder if there was some sort of agenda. Now that has become obvious. Creating trauma is how the Zauberflote was thought to be vampirized, to create, in effect, blood money for the attacker. (I think Wolf was treated this way too, and for just this reason…)
But another strange theme began to surface. I was being blamed for not making money. Rather than helping to establish my credentials on the world stage, he was making demands that I earn money from sources outside the world of music. Frantically, I began to look for temporary work. I did not understand what was happening. One of my first jobs was scrubbing floors at Abbot-Northwestern Hospital. He seemed pleased by that, and one morning held my hands, looking at them as though they were prized possessions. When I was offered a permanent job, I felt validated to know I had done my best. He seemed puzzled by that. Uncomfortable somehow. I graciously declined, and went on to other opportunities…
Based on my understanding of what Bob Dylan is currently up to, he does indeed fit the character of Monostatos in the opera The Magic Flute…in fact, he is THE Monostatos — the others are purely secondary…
Bob is on the road again with another leg of the RARW tour…
Monostatos is really a minor character in this opera. But he does create a lot of havoc for Pamina over a long period of time. He is, in fact, obsessed with Pamina, and determined to possess her. Monostatos is ruthless and unscrupulous. He also has a connection to the Queen of the Night…
Bob seems to have taken this role to the extreme. He apparently wants to make sure everybody notices him. It seems to be working, but in a rather pale manner when compared to the outrage his early performances caused. He doesn’t play guitar now…he sits at the piano. The lyrics happen to be on top of the piano. He doesn’t switch up his songs either. It has been same-old, same-old all the way through, so far… It doesn’t seem like he’s switching up the lyrics, to give his insiders, the Dylinquents, realtime tracking information about his targets, which happen to include my family and me. But maybe the AI voice-amping he’s using doesn’t allow for that.
Bob has been doing this for a long time. In fact, if a cogent definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result, Bob definitely falls into that category. In fact, with every performance, the opposite is happening…more that was concealed is being revealed. He is kicking the remaining sludge out of the Mozart vortex, and now everyone can see what has been going on…
Unfortunately, he has also been kicking up a lot of negative energy, resulting in terrible weather situations — on Memorial Day, for example, 15 tornadoes tore through the state. Then there have been a series of tragedies of another sort…his last leg took a zig zag through Texas.
Update July 24, 2021
Following the recent Shadow Kingdom show, it appears Bob Dylan may be placing himself as part of the cadre Monostatos, from the opera The Magic Flute. Another member is bass player Bill Schrickel of the Minnesota Orchestra. There are a few others as well, including my flute teacher at the MO and a horn player who went to the NYPhil and recently got into trouble there. It looks like they represent the wicked servant in the temple of Sarastro who tries to terrify Pamina. When Sarastro understands what they are doing, he kicks them out of the temple.
Whatever is going on, their actions are coming to light. If this does prove to be the case, might we then have to respectfully ask how it correlates that Dylan was said to ‘go back to his Jewish roots’ following his conversion to Christianity, when the law of Deuteronomy and Leviticus is at the very heart of the Jewish faith?
California has been drowning for the last 11 days…
And today this morning there was a nationwide ground stop of all air traffic…something not seen since 9/11…
Update, January 1, 2023
And now we have lost Pope Benedict XVI. He was known as the “Pope’s Rotweiler” to Pope John Paul II. Papa Ratzinger also happened to be the pope who did not want Bob Dylan to perform at a youth festival in 1997, saying he didn’t want ‘that kind of prophet’ playing for the Catholic youth…
About a week ago there was an unusual sight in Minnesota. There had been an ice and snow storm. All the trees were covered with hoar frost, and everything else was covered with snow and ice. For about four days everything was silver. The skies, the ground, the trees…for the most part, there was not much sunlight, so there was an eery feel to everything.
I began to wonder if this had something to do with the Zauberflote. I recalled my manuscript, Piper to the Alternative. The main family were the Paynes. Named for Paynes’ gray. I then also realized that this is the color of the Zauberflote…
Absolutely, I said…something is happening…
I have felt for some time we were heading for some kind of portal…
Could this be it?
Now this country has been hit with a ‘generational storm’ that has caused serious interruption to just about everyone’s holiday plans…In Minnesota, we have had nearly a week of sub-zero temperatures, along with heavy snow and, last but not least, blowing snow. Roads are rutted with ice and snow days after the last snowfall…
(BTW, remember Bob Dylan’s song Isis? https://www.bobdylan.com/songs/isis/ Do you think this is funny? I am stuck here. I am not originally from Minnesota. I am from the NYC metro area. Every year I am shocked and stunned by the awful power of the winter here. It is traumatizing, to say the least…)
I can say with all honesty that I do think this is Minnegeddon…
If I am right, the whole truth is coming out about what really happened to Wolfgang Mozart…
In addition, I believe the truth is coming out about what really happened to John Lennon…
And to me…
Murders Most Foul…
But I am still. here…delivered to safety by the great Zauberflote…
And I have a story to tell…
I hope you will listen to me…
July 15, 2020
When I saw this photo of the pope looking at an empty St. Peter’s Square at Easter, my first thought, of course, was to wonder how he felt. My second thought, however, was about Wolfgang Mozart.
Young Mozart, with a number of stellar achievements already behind him, had an audience with Pope Clement XV on April 11, 1770.
One might think that the pope, of all people, would not have stopped with conferring just a worldly honor on Mozart, but would have gone on to acknowledge that there was yet another gift that deserved to be validated, even though it was ephemeral. It is the gift of perfection that is an integral part of everything that Mozart wrote. It is a gift of shalom granted to no other musician before him. Everyone sensed it. It had already created tumult even in the Italian musical community, where Mozart was accused of allowing his father to write an opera for him.
But the pope said nothing about this divine distinction. As a result, I believe, Mozart did not fully understand how different he was until much later in his life, when he realized that he was surrounded by a vortex of evil — those close to him who had agreed upon his death.
And it was because of this gift that Mozart was killed. And this assassination — this Murder Most Foul — has remained a closely-guarded secret through the years. Until now.
Ironically, with the onset of this terrible pandemic, and the physical distancing that everyone is keeping, we may all have a much better idea about what Mozart’s life was really like.
And, at last, the truth about what really happened to Mozart is becoming evident to everyone.
I call this Minnegeddon…
Update, February 22, 2021
We are coming through a year of pandemic. Ironically, it is called “Corona”. I say ‘ironically’ because when I was growing up with my birth family who were, to say the least, treating the Zauberflote with a lack of respect, my father insisted that I take a high school typing class twice, because I only scored 95 words per minute the first time. That was on a Corona typewriter.
Orchestra Hall is still dark. In fact, concert venues in most places are as well. Is the truth about what really happened to Wolfgang Mozart coming to light — in spite if the deadly attempts of the ‘insiders’ who are trying to keep it secret? Will the Zauberflote be heard once more on the stage at Orchestra Hall — but this time, in the light? Will those who have been attempting to silence it be unmasked?
The first time I remember using the term “Minnegeddon” was back when I was a flute performance major at the UofM. I was talking to a friend after a theory class. I said, “Someday I think there is going to be a Minnegeddon at Orchestra Hall.” At that time it didn’t really make sense to me. But now it does.
Minnegeddon, to me, today, means that the whole truth about what happened to Wolfgang Mozart, which has been a closely-guarded and highly occult secret, is being revealed. Since his death, which I now call an assassination, in December 1791, only a chosen few have known the truth. And these people have used their hidden knowledge to control the public into believing things that are not only false but detrimental to them. I think the underlying reason for the persecution (I’ll explain that later) and assassination of Mozart was a gift that everyone he was in contact with who understood it refused to acknowledge. It was a gift that went far beyond his unsurpassed musical gifts. It was a gift of an essence, of perfection. No other musical voice had this gift. In spiritual terms, it was a gift of the Holy Spirit — a priceless entrance from the natural into another realm — the kingdom of God.
Mozart himself had some sense of the grandeur of the struggle between good and evil in his life. But what he may not have known until late in the game was that he had been, for most of his life, surrounded by a vortex of the evil eye — people claiming to be his friends, who had in fact agreed to his gradual murder by way of systematic poisoning and what we would today call mind control. The objective of this deadly treatment was to be a form of alchemy — to use the energy of the gift for selfish means…
The portrayal of Mozart in the movie “Amadeus” was perhaps deliberately constructed by those in the inner circle who were trying to keep the truth about what really happened to him from coming out. In JFK research, this would be called a ‘limited hangout’, as clues were given, but everything returned to Mozart’s being manic, irresponsible and immature. Blame the victim. It as worked, as in the schools of today Mozart’s ‘inability to handle money’ is regularly discussed. That is false, as he was doing his best under circumstances he was unable to completely understand.
So now the truth is coming out in a most unusual way. The dreadful CV-19 has, in effect, everyone distrustful of everyone else. Everyone is separated. We all have to watch everything we do. Anyone can infect us. We can’t see the germs. This is ironically consistent, to my thinking, of how Mozart lived for as long as he did.
But, as if the pandemic itself were not enough — slowing down the economy of most of the world and darkening the stages of all the venues where Mozart’s works were sometimes carelessly performed by people who had no interest or empathy for what had happened to him, we also have plagues of locusts and this violent sandstorm in West Africa just a few days ago.
But the sound of Mozart’s gift lives on in the Zauberflote that I play. I too have been surrounded by those having ill intent, some of whom have caused me bodily harm. I won’t go into details here about that, except to say that I believe his Zauberflote…the gift for which he gave his life… protects us, and gives us an alternative to fear and despair… it always helps…
9.13.20
Now we are also dealing with the terrible wildfires on the West Coast…
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…
When my Father wanted the truth about something he would say ‘let’s talk turkey’. Well, it is ironic that it is at Thanksgiving time of year when things are starting to fall into place about what has been going around me and one of my family members — in secret, in a deadly conspiracy of silence. In fact, the knives have been out for us, but we were apparently not supposed to know it.
There are those who have a connection to us who have attempted to, and in some cases, succeeded, in causing us bodily harm through the ingestion of toxic substances of some sort without our permission or consent. This has not gone unnoticed, unobserved or undocumented. However, those who have been knowingly involved appear to think they are above the law — or that those who could help us will remain silent. Let me simply say that is not the case. In fact, victim reports are being filed in all the right places.
God is in charge, and we trust Him to be our Vindicator in this quest for justice.
I believe Wolfgang Mozart, too, was surrounded by a Vortex of the Evil Eye — those close to him who agreed to his assassination. Wolf did not survive. But his Zauberflote is bringing us through and getting the truth out.
Will Orchestra Hall go dark for good this time?
Update…November 24, 2020
As the entire world reels in the waves of devastation of CV-19 we wonder what happened to our old lives, and what, if anything, will carry over into our new reality. In fact, it seems that these waves of sludge are getting the truth out about what actually happened to Wolfgang Mozart and why.
My family and I are a part of this. So, it seems, is Bob Dylan, who has been painting our story for the world to see — among the many things he has accomplished. Dylan is a Mason, and so was Mozart, so it is understandable that this is how all that has been concealed for almost 300 years is being blasted out. However, the cost is astronomical, to our countries and to us personally. Many of our loved ones are in. harm’s way simply by going to work.
A vortex of time and space swirls around. It is confusing and often loud, but not everyone can hear it. It surrounds the Zauberflote…There are waves of energy coming through it continually…sometimes waves of shalom, other times waves of angst. There is a dark angel in the vortex, trying to control the waves. There are a few people in the vortex; some past, some present. Impressions of them filter through…There are influences…there is night and fog, a threat of oblivion, as the night angel tries to silence the living, but by the zauber they manage to escape…there are impressions of things to come, and odd coincidences that bring new things to life…it is magical, and at times frightening…we are all caught up in it…all the real-life characters of the opera…the Queen of the Night is gone now, but another — a paler version — tries to take her place. Monostatos is not just one man, still spinning falsehoods and madly conducting a small orchestral group…but also a large orchestra of the same name, pulling the wool over the eyes of the citizens who support them…keeping secret what they know is happening…
The vortex stretches from Vienna to New York, and from there, to Minnesota…we are all tangled up it it, and right now things are not really making sense…we seem to be tumbling, falling apart, losing each other as the lies are unmasked and the truth comes to the light…and it seems that there may be someone else in the vortex…it’s hard to tell…sometimes seeming to send direction, at others appearing to try to ignite the vortex…around it all, in the sound of the flute, there is also is a voice…
Update March 25, 2021
I seem to keep bumping into someone in the vortex. It is someone who is rather pushy. Most of the influences in the vortex are quite subtle — from those who live on another plane. But this — whatever it is — is noisy, and not a lot of fun. The energy seems to be most alive during the night, Central US time. Sometimes there are visual impressions. Sometimes there seems to be hints of music. Whatever it is, if I could get away from it, I would.
But that may not be possible.
It may be some sort of thorn in the flesh.
Or it may have something to do with this mysterious connection that I am trying to decipher…
In addition to Tom Hulce’s crazy-sounding giggle as he played Mozart in the movie “Amadeus”, we experience it yet again as the credits roll. Cute, we might be tempted to think. It is certainly consistent with the characaturish treatment of Mozart during the movie, which happens to slander just about everything about him — except his music.
But, if there really is an occult secret being held by ‘insiders’ about what really happened to Mozart and how he actually died, and that secret has an effect on us even today, could this ‘last laugh’ actually signal something else?
The movie “Amadeus” was created by those who consider themselves insiders in the saga of Mozart. It is supposed to give the general public the impression that they too can participate in this ‘secret knowledge’.
But have the conspirators, instead, created a big problem for themselves? If those who consider themselves ‘insiders’ start to take on the characteristics of the “Amadeus” version of Mozart — even perhaps including the crazy laugh — have they not given themselves away?
And, if that is the case, does not Mozart really have the last laugh?
Update 12.25.20
Who could have imagined what has taken place this year?
A Corona virus — same name as the typewriters of old. My birth father forced me to take typing twice on those old things, because the first time I could only type 95 words per minute! The same kind of typewriter Bob Dylan used to create his mournful songs, many still sung to this day. Odd coincidence.
Social-distancing? Just the same sort of thing that became as habitual as possible for Wolfgang Mozart in his daily life as he was, I believe, being pursued by those attempting to cause him bodily harm at a close distance.
Masks — don’t we all wear them? When they are torn off, what do they reveal? Our pride, anger, disrespect? Those close to Wolf wore masks and pretended to be his friend, when they had nothing but ill intent.
Bob Dylan even produced a movie, if you can call it that, called Masked and Anonymous. It takes place in a country in revolution, where the stores are boarded up and lawlessness seems to abound. I just took a day trip to downtown Minneapolis and found a similar scenario, although, in this day, there was only an uneasy quiet. Odd coincidence?
Once a pope gave Mozart a special honor, without bothering to acknowledge the full nature of his gifts. Today a pope stands in an empty sanctuary celebrating Christmas mass. Irony.
So as the truth finally emerges about what actually happened to Wolfgang Mozart long ago, we see in our daily lives the sludge of the lies that have been told about this all along. We wait to see if our president will support the efforts of our lawmakers to provide some additional relief to the citizens of this country.
Are we now living as Mozart did?
Does Mozart have the last laugh yet again?
Update June 17, 2021
Well, if it seemed things couldn’t get any more weird, they just did. After analyzing one of Dylan’s songs in R+RW, it began to dawn on me that he might be taking personal jabs at me…I know, that sounds ridiculous…
However, Dylan did contact me on Twitter just days before releasing R+RW on my birthday, May 8…
So it was not outside the realm of possibility in this alternative reality I seemed to have been transported into — through no intent of my own — that he might have written a song about a family member. After all, the impression I received when he contacted me was that he was literally dripping with sarcasm…
And so, my analysis of My Own Version of You led me to open yet another Pandora’s box…
The only person still on this planet who would know when Richard and I were married is my sister, Angela. Had Dylan been getting information about me behind my back from my birth family? Outrageous, I thought. Why? To victimize me? To track me? I had no idea.
But a lot of things in my birth family didn’t make sense in a ‘normal’ way. There were many occasions when things seemed to be ‘scripted’. It was as though my parents were taking orders from somebody else. They would suddenly switch gears without any explanation. Things didn’t make sense.
Then, something else dawned on me. The nightingale theme that runs through his key songs — those are the songs that seem to be aimed at the insiders — was he giving them ‘realtime’ information about the Zauberflote and me?
How about Jokerman?
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune…
Could he possibly be telling his audience about what happened to me in the Fairfield house?
While my family has been in lockstep mocking and ridiculing me whenever I try to talk about my persecution at the hands of my birth family, was a complete stranger screaming and yelling about it to the world?
And then it all became even worse…
Where did this information come from? First hand, from family members, or through a pilfered copy of my manuscript Titan, from Piper to the Alternative, which talks about Pamina Philemela (nightingale) Payne being brutally treated by her mother while her father did nothing and her sister gloated?
I typed the early drafts on a Corona typewriter…
And yes, now a door has opened — into the vortex, into an abyss…and everything is changed.
This time around, however, Dylan has likely heard the Zauberflote. I gave him the link to my video Out of Night and Fog when he contacted me…
So yes, once again, I think we can say that Mozart is having the last laugh…
Caused to ingest toxic substances without one’s knowledge or permission, pilfered intellectual property, targeted…hmmmm…
I think this is Minnegeddon — where everyone can see how Mozart is really treated…
Pamina, the other Mozart...protected by his great Zauberflote... 