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

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“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…

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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…

Listen to die zauberflote…

The best way for you to understand die zauberflote is, of course, to hear it. It has a peculiar energy and resonance. It causes some to lock their jaws and grit their teeth, and others to weep tears of joy. Those who hold a gentle heart are greatly blessed. Any ill-intent will be stopped in its tracks. Surely you will find that these characteristics are consistent with those Wolf described in his last major opera? And then you will perhaps come to understand that the opera is, in fact, a prophecy that is now being fulfilled…

Though locked out by a so-called ‘major’ orchestra, where the music director is refusing to hear me and grant me my credentials, even though I was enticed to practice regularly during the day on that darkened stage by the players I call “Monostatos”, while the exquisite sounds of die zauberflote soared throughout orchestra hall. At the insistence of Mr. Schrickel, I was even recorded one night in that empty hall. I ask you to listen and decide for yourself what to think…

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Die Zauberflote, the opera as prophecy…when characters molt…

I knew his music long before I knew his name.  When I learned who Mozart was I became very distressed, as it seemed he had left everything in a terrible mess for me…I did not understand why I had been put into a family that seemed incredibly immature and superficial.  I had no idea the ill-intent that was being masked.

I wanted nothing to do with the opera Die Zauberflote for a long time.  I refused to visit Germany or Austria when I spent a year abroad.  It wasn’t until my children were small when “Monostatos” insisted we view the Bergman movie of the opera.  A door opened, of course.  At the time I felt relieved; if the opera was prophecy I knew all would turn out well. I had only to do my best…

My children, the loves of my life, fit closely into the Drie Knabchen envisioned by Wolf. Their kindness and patience gave me the courage to forge ahead, knowing by that time that my Mother and her accomplices would try to destroy me at every turn.  Before long a real-life Papageno had become part of our extended family.  I knew I was blessed with a friend who would support me in the trials ahead.  And then came a real-life Tamino– or so I wanted to believe…

However, without my realizing, the characters had begun to molt.  I had not taken into account human nature.  Those who were my greatest source of support became my worst adversaries.  My darling children had been bewitched by my Mother, and by their wicked ex-stepfather “Monostatos”.

And so I began a journey to find answers that led me into uncharted territory, and into places I would never have wanted to go.  That betrayal was almost more than I could bear, but the flute kept me going, as it always has, and told me the truth about everything I needed to know.

And that is the message of die zauberflote…the flute itself, not the opera…:-)

 

A concert with a difference…even for die zauberflote…*M4B

Whenever I perform with die zauberflote I share with the audience a bit about it, so that they are not taken entirely by surprise.  I say that it has a mind of its own, especially when I am improvising.  I will think I’ll be going in one direction and it will want to go in another.  It’s a fairly subtle thing most of the time, but can be a bit disconcerting.  But what I don’t say is that sometimes there is a sort of chatter in the energy of die zauberflote.  It’s hard to describe — again, it is subtle.

Often, when I am rehearsing, I will be aware of chatter.  Usually it seems to be providing information on technique or phrasing.  On occasion there can be a sense of urgency, as though it is giving me a heads-up of some sort. But usually, when it comes time to perform, I am surrounded by a sense of shalom that takes away all concern and care and allows me to focus on the flute itself.  As die zauberflote is a gift of the Holy Spirit it has the attributes of it, including being a spirit of truth and warning us of difficulties ahead.

So, in preparation for this Mall of America concert, which was a combination of Christmas carols, some blues, and some Messiah, I experienced a lot of chatter.  That didn’t surprise me, as endeavoring to do this performance without my wonderful husband Donner was daunting in itself.  Everything seemed different.  Everything would be different.  There was no getting around that.

On the day of the concert I trudged to MOA with my rolling cart containing Donner’s guitar, along with my equipment.  Just looking at it was enough to make me want to cry.  I spoke to the sound guys ahead of time and explained that there were a few songs I did not know if I could get through, and, if I made a throat-cutting motion they should just continue on to the next one.  I was prepared.  I was armed, I thought, for any circumstance.

Except what happened…

At some point during the carols there was an enormous amount of chatter. It was so pronounced I had a tough time not stopping to listen to it.  Two of my friends in the audience commented on it later.  It was like nothing I had experienced before, and certainly not during a performance.  As I kept on going, it seemed as though there might be a voice in the energy.  It was not exactly happy, but a bit grouchy and complaining. At that point I realized that it felt as though Donner’s voice was somehow coming through.  I kept on going, and then the sensation left, and everything else proceeded within the realm of normalcy…

But talk about ‘zauber’…that even had me stumped! 🙂

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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…

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The Other Mozart…M4B*

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December 3, 2016
Minneapolis, Minnesota

My name is Pamela Brown. I am the other Mozart — “Pamina”. What do I mean by that? Let me tell you.

I am a Christian, first and foremost. And I am flute player. I play Die Zauberflote – not the opera, but the flute about which the opera was written. Die Zauberflote is to me and always has been the pearl of great price — paid for on the cross by our Lord Jesus Christ.  It is a gift of the Holy Spirit. It is so profound that it causes controversy everywhere it is played. It causes upheaval. Because of it, some stumble. It causes outrage. It causes some to try to hunt me down. It has even caused some of my own kin to try to destroy me. Die Zauberflote has the attributes of a gift of the Holy Spirit. It divides and discerns and it turns everything upside down. It has torn my family apart and yet uses everything for good.

I talk about Die Zauberflote wherever I go, and ask people to listen to it. Some respond with tears of joy — others with the gnashing of teeth. I never know what to expect. There are some who say they are Christian who refuse to hear Die Zauberflote or my testimony. It seems they would prefer to try to use Die Zauberflote to their own ends. That, of course, always ends up in disaster. Such was the fate of Ananias and Sapphira (in Acts 5). This gift of the Holy Spirit protects itself. It cannot be used against God’s will. Some who have ill intent are only deceived into thinking that it can.

In one respect, I was born in Chicago, Illinois and grew up in Connecticut. In another, more artistic respect, I come out of a vortex of time and space created by Wolfgang Mozart and the consequences of his life and death. For Mozart had this same gift. We hear it in his music. Some even call it the “Mozart effect”. In person, it was overwhelming to those around him. It caused people to take offense and plot to destroy him. I think he too was hunted down, even by some he considered his friends and kin. Despite that, he managed to create over 600 exquisite pieces of music that are still held in the highest esteem today, almost 300 years later. Die Zauberflote also has ‘that certain sound’ –you can hear that it is a gift of shalom, and of joy.  It is also, like Wolf’s music, a gift, for you.

I invite you to listen to Die Zauberflote, and I hope you will be open to hearing my testimony of how the Lord pried my children and me out of the jaws of the enemy, rescued us from the murderous ill-intent of my birth family, and has set us in a safe place where I can share this great gift with you.

I am looking for those who feel called to help me bring forth this great gift at the level of the press, and to the world. If you feel that this is something appropriate for you I will be humbled to include you in this historic quest. One way or another I would appreciate your prayers and good wishes. And please, do not ‘believe’ anything that I say, but test what I say and decide for yourself what to think.

BTW, I am posting this today at 10:30 a.m. which is the day and time my oldest child, Keith, was born.  I am also richly blessed to have his younger brother and sister, Kirk and Kathy.

pamina@mindspring.com

*M4B=Mozart For Believers

Minnegeddon Revisited…M4B*

Long ago, when I was a flute performance major at the UofM I said to a fellow classmate, Greg, “Some day there will be a Minnegeddon at Orchestra Hall.” I remember clearly saying that, but I don’t recall exactly why. By that time I had already come up against the dead-end that studying with their Principal Flute, Zeitlin, appeared to represent. He had, in fact, tried to convince me that I was ‘too old’ to play in an orchestra, so should become a university prof. But when I did that he went into a tizzy. “I can teach you everything you need to know!” he stuttered and spat at me. By that time I was thoroughly confused. And so, by the time I spoke to Greg it seemed logical to accept that there was probably some sort of conflict between me and the Minnesota Orchestra. Less logically, it seemed that Sid tried to blame me for the fact that the Orchestra had changed its name from the Minneapolis Symphony, which all the players seemed to prefer, to the wider-scoped MO.

Needless to say, I was, at that time blissfully naive. I had no real understanding of what I was involved with. It was just as well…

During the 2012 lockout of the MO players, the concept of Minnegeddon appeared to me again. This time, it took an interesting turn, for by now, the player I call “Monostatos” had insinuated themself into my family and then left, leaving upheaval everywhere. My days of having been enticed to practice on the stage at Orchestra Hall were over. But there was still this tangential connection. One of my family members had a connection to the MO through their work. In fact, at one point I wrote a letter to Mr. Vanska, describing my concerns. I asked this family member to help make sure this letter went directly to him. But they refused to lift a finger to help me, claiming, “I don’t want you to use my contacts.” Did the lockout of the MO players actually begin with the MO, in effect, locking me out? I began to wonder…

Then there was the Monday evening in October 2012 when hurricane Sandy abruptly changed course and headed for not only New York City, but my home town of Fairfield, Connecticut. I was in the indoor arena, taking a dressage lesson. I had climbed off of my horse, Miles, and was standing next to him, tightening his girth. I looked at my instructor, and said to her, “that’s odd. The only horse I was allowed to ride with any regularity when I was a child was named ‘Sandy’. Sandy was an albino Arab given to family friends who had a farm in Shelton, CT. He had blue eyes and pink skin. A pale horse indeed…

Was there some sort of connection between the weather and what I called ‘Minnegeddon’, I began to wonder? I had visited NYC and Connecticut recently for reunions. Odd. I recalled that I had also spent some time in San Francisco in 2011, near Nihonmachi, where I had once lived, and a few weeks later there was an earthquake that may have moved Japan 8 feet.

It was about that time that I began to ask a lot of questions. No, I can’t say I have any answers. But I thought I would share some of them with you. I believe there is a gift of the Holy Spirit in Mozart’s music, and also in die zauberflote. When Wolf was alive, it was also connected to him. I think there was a vortex of some sort around him. People could sense it. This caused the continual controversy around him. I think he was probably murdered in order to stop this energy from affecting those around him. What if this gift is also present in his music? What if, every time it is played, no matter by whom, that gift is shared? His music is played all around the world. What if it is affecting changes wherever it is played? What if it is even having an effect on the weather?

I think you get my drift. As an odd footnote, let me mention two more puzzling coincidences. The 2005 Hurricane Katrina devastated the New Orleans area. This area is significant to me because of its connection to the Garrison investigation and the assassination of JFK, which I also research. In fact, the evening before Katrina hit, my husband Donner and I were entertaining a venerable Warren Commission proponent in the research community, Prof. Ken Rahn. We had, in fact, earlier spent the day at the Minnesota State Fair, debating JFK issues. We had to agree-to-disagree on just about everything. It dawned on me that the nickname given to my daughter by her Dad was “Katrina, Katrina, ballerina.” Just this fall Hurricane Matthew devastated North Carolina. Oddly, a couple of weeks earlier I spent an afternoon at a Tomorrow’s World presentation with Rod McNair. They are based in Charlotte, NC. And oh, perhaps you can guess the name of my son-in-law?:-)

I know. Just odd coincidences. Nevertheless, perhaps all of us who are Believers can take a moment to humble ourselves before our Creator and ask for His guidance and wisdom for the times that may lie ahead…

*M4B=Mozart For Believers

P.S. Another odd coincidence — not long after I published this post a 7.4 earthquake hit in the same area of Japan as the one in 2011: http://www.reuters.com/article/us-japan-quake-idUSKBN13G2DC

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