Minnegeddon and die zauberflote…M4B*

My perspective on the power of the Holy Spirit in the great gift I call die zauberflote is unique and eccentric, as I have lived with it all my life, so I am, so to speak, within it looking out.  When I was little I believed I had to protect this gift, especially from my Mother whom, it seemed, had made a pact with the dark angel I called “Lermontov”.  But, in truth, it was this gift that was protecting me — then and now.

Most everyone stumbles over die zauberflote at one point or another, myself included, so I am not speaking from a position of self-righteousness, but, instead, from an unshakeable understanding of my unworthiness to carry this great gift.

When I was a flute performance major at the UofM, as well as when I was being enticed to practice on the stage at Orchestra Hall by a group of players I have termed “Monostatos”, I witnessed daily the effect of die zauberflote on the ‘trained ear’.  One, who later died from cancer, ran around me, crying, “Mozart! Mozart!” At the time i found all this fuss with no actual help extremely frustrating.  Last summer a noted music critic from Chicago took aim at me on the popular music blog Slipped Disc.  A few months later he was dead. Now, I can say, in hindsight, that the aisles of Orchestra Hall are already full of the corpses of those who have tried to block die zauberflote, target my children, and silence me.  Why would I want there to be any more?

When I was at the UofM I said, almost jokingly, to a buddy, Greg W., that “someday there will be a Minnegeddon at Orchestra Hall.” Prophetic — yes, but also, in retrospect, painfully superficial.  In fact, in those days, I was myself painfully superficial.  I doubt that anyone who knew me at that time would contradict that statement! But now that that which I call Minnegeddon is playing out, it is far more profound and overwhelming than anything I could have imagined.  And that is saying something, because I do have quite a vivid imagination.

But amazingly, through all the tumult and angst, Gd is using everything for good, and all the struggles and trials are turning into solutions that work.  And I have learned that everyone who listens to die zauberflote with kindness and maintains a gentle heart is protected from harm.  Though it turns everything upside down, it also gets the poison of our relationships out and brings us closer to Him.  Die zauberflote helps with every issue of mental and physical health.  I have witnessed miracles of healing and deliverance that leave me breathless.  Of even greater importance than its connection to Mozart is the fact that die zauberflote is a gift of the Holy Spirit, and carries the attributes attributed to It.  PTL!

*M4B=Mozart for Believers

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Helping to create a safe place…a ‘Petra’…M4B*

During the time I have lived in the Twin Cities, I have considered myself, in effect, ‘locked-out’ of the major venues where performing Wolf’s music is relished.  But in addition to performing locally on my own, I play the flute every day for everyone I know who needs help.  In addition, I frequently feel called to go to a particular place or area and play the flute, and I do that as well.  As I ask in prayer what is happening, it is my impression that a ‘safe haven’ is being created in this area of the state, a place where Gd’s children can be safe under all circumstances.  This is, to say the least, an awesome concept, and one that is humbling to me.  So, while even some who know of me and die zauberflote refuse to lift a finger to help us (or, unfortunately, do things even worse than that) I have the awesome comfort of knowing that good is being done just the same.  Every day is an adventure in faith…:-)

*M4B=Mozart for Believers

Deceit, phony Christians, and apostasy…M4B*

The Bible states unequivocally that the Enemy disguises itself as an ‘angel of light’…http://biblehub.com/2_corinthians/11-14.htm.  Just the same, most of us, when going into any church or talking with anyone who says they are a Christian, tend to give people a free pass.  We tend to anticipate that evil will be obvious.  We tend to let our guard down with others, especially when they say they are Christians.  However, that mistake can have deadly consequences, for a number of people claiming to be Christians are using that as a facade to insinuate themselves into your life.

We know that this is historically true, as many of the Nazis were “Christians”.  In fact, Hitler even claimed to be a Catholic.  Throughout history there are countless examples of people insinuating themselves into the lives of sincere Christians and turning everything upside down, often with dire consequences.  In fact, in addition to putting on the full armour of Gd (Ephesians 6), which we are told to do daily, the Bible instructs us to test everything: http://biblehub.com/1_thessalonians/5-21.htm.  In that light, rather than initiating relationships with a spirit of open and uncritical acceptance, it might be wiser and more practical to begin to interact with new people cautiously.  Jesus also spoke about looking at the ‘fruit’ of behavior (without judging).  Is someone repeatedly less than honest?  Does someone act as though they may have hidden ill-intent?  All of these things may be clues to a truly phony Christian — a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

But, in my long an arduous adventure of being held hostage, so to speak, at various stages of my life by people presenting themselves as Christians whose fruit were, in fact, corrupt, there is one consistent emotion that I have experienced — a sense of creepiness.  They may say all the right things, but something just seems a little bit off.  There is something that puts you on edge, but you don’t know why.  You may even experience a sense of dread as one of them tries to reel you in.  When you experience that sensation of creepiness you may, in fact, be dealing with the darkest levels of phony Christianity — apostasy and blasphemy.  An apostate is someone who doesn’t bother to listen for Gds voice anymore.  A blasphemer will ridicule the power of the Holy Spirit and declare such falsehoods as ,”Gd couldn’t possibly heal me of this!”, or “There is no way Gd can forgive me.” Such outrageous statements may be uttered in ignorance, in which case there is no lasting sin, but it is always wise to just step back, take a deep breath, and ask the Lrd for guidance.

There may be phony Christians in your family structure; people whom you cannot avoid all together.  You may find that they have a tendency to like to wait until they think you are vulnerable and then pounce, to create a losing situation for you.  Here you need to wage spiritual warfare.  It is not easy.  But Gd can claim the victory wherever you are.

*M4B=Mozart for Believers

MinnegeddonPartDeux — just for “Karin” and “Starla”…really, ladies? Really? :-0

In the novel “Piper to the Alternative”, Pamina’s mother is Mildred Payne.  She is the great Queen of the Night.  She hurls down curses with a bolt of lightning.  She emanates charm that can seem almost irresistible.  At other times, the air glows black and white with the depth of her profound wickedness.

Mildred was also an adept at various evil strategies.  One of them, in fact, perhaps her favorite, was that of finesse.  In order to accomplish this, you set your prey up through flattery and deceit, and then move in to destroy them, getting them to do something or give up information they would never otherwise do.

By the time of MinnegeddonPartDeux (post Monostatos’ Orchestra lockout) Mildred is dead.  A few proxies seem to have tried to step up to the plate.  They too try to corner Pamina and cause her harm. They seem intent on becoming Mildred’s little mini-me’s.  Of course, the energy of the great die zauberflote protects Pamina.  And, as it might be expected, Pamina has learned from her experiences with her mother how to finesse her adversaries…

So instead of a slanted field, there is instead an even one…:-)

MinnegeddonPartDeux — an important lesson learned from the untimely death of Mozart, M4B*

Most of what we read about Mozart is slanted to some extent and some of it is completely false.  Some who write about him have little or no actual understanding of what he was really about, so they have to guess.  Others are deliberately trying to cover up what happened to him so that they can benefit from this disaster as did those who were alive in 1791.  I could be wrong.  I could be mistaken.  But I don’t think so.  I will let you read my words and decide for yourself what to think.

It seems to me that Mozart had an unusual gift of ‘shalom’ that nobody confirmed to him,  It was this gift that gave his music something extra — a spark of brilliance unheard in the compositions of others — a profound sense of excitement — a promise of something wonderful.  When Mozart’s music is played by others (even those who while pretending to ‘love’ Mozart actually despise him and try to pretend they are him) it has what has been called the “Mozart Effect.”  But that is really rather lame compared to the reality that you would experience if you were in the same room with him, hearing him perform his beautiful pieces for the first and perhaps the only time as he didn’t seem to like performing the same thing twice.  People were bowled over by him — not only by his music, but by his character and his personality.  In general, they tended to look for something to despise — especially when he was no longer a cute little kid.  Some went out of their way to sandbag him out of envy and jealousy.  You see, he was just ‘too’ — too smart, too talented, too arrogant, too politically incorrect.  Such tumult surrounded him wherever he went that he was continually locked out of appointments, steady work, commissions and other sources of income.  He became, in fact, a marked man.

It is my thinking that those close to him for the most part befriended him with ill-intent — flattering him to his face and slandering him behind his back.  They were all in agreement that ‘he had to go’.  So they consistently and deliberately ignored this extra gift of ‘shalom’ and did their best to take him down with dirty tricks.  He may, as he said, even have been poisoned (whether that is actually what killed him or it was done as a matter of control I cannot yet say).  They, in effect, treated him as though he was already dead and then waited for something to happen.  It was what I call the Vortex of the Evil Eye.

I am greatly blessed by the lessons of Mozart’s life, and this is perhaps the most important.  Because of what happened to him, I make sure to loose the blessed Holy Spirit of this gift of ‘shalom’ that is die zauberflote continually, to bring everyone into the light — especially those whom I know personally, for some of those have apparently tried to do the same thing to me that they did to him.  It is for that reason that so many know of me, and yet nothing is said at the level of the press.  Apparently, I’m not supposed to make it that far.

But I know die zauberflote, and it performs miracles whether there is resistance or acceptance.  I believe that by making sure to examine every relationship and bring all to the light that nobody will be able to use this gift of shalom against Gd’s will — not even a group such as the one I call “Monostatos’ Orchestra”…

*M4B = Mozart For Believers…

Why I may be the most ‘exciting’ musician you have never heard of…

I have been called, by one of my adversaries, “the most exciting musician since Mozart,” but you have never heard of me.  How can this possibly be?  I can tell you that from my perspective this experience has been exhausting and frustrating in the extreme.  It has taken me a long time to have any clear understanding of what could be happening.

When I began to play the flute seriously I was overwhelmed with joy at the opportunity of studying with a Principal Flute player in a good orchestra.  I knew I had an wonderful sound.  A diamond in the rough, so to speak.  My teacher had fabulous technique.  The first time I heard him play I stood up instinctively, in the middle of a piece. Fortunately, I was on the first row in the balcony at Orchestra Hall, so I obstructed only a few people.  The notes he played were so clear — even the ends of the notes were beautiful — like petals on an exotic flower.

But my experience quickly began to turn into a nightmare, and I didn’t know why.  Later, “Monostatos” came into our lives.  I was encouraged to practice on the darkened stage at Orchestra Hall.  Players crawled out of the woodwork and said the most amazing things, then turn and ran.  Nothing seemed to make sense…

Then “Monostatos” ran away from our house, tail between their legs, never to return.  “Monostatos” insisted that I find a guardian for my children ‘in case something happened’ to me.  That was my first clue.

I was being locked-out.  I was probably also being slandered and libeled, bullied into silence.

And so this has continued even to this day.  Apparently, I am not supposed to have a voice.  I felt that I was being treated ‘as though I was already dead.’ Apparently, those who were in agreement with this were waiting for something to happen.  And perhaps still are…

#MinnegeddonPartDeux — What seems to be taking place…proxies and all…:-0

Sometimes I feel that I have a unique outlook on life. As I try to analyze the tumult around die zauberflote, I am frequently impressed with the idea that there is something out of the ordinary going on here.  Just the same, one might suppose, if there actually were something like a magic flute, it might have some sort of effect on people or circumstances.  Indeed, this appears to be the case.

From my perspective, what I am seeing is this — those who hear die zauberflote and have a trained ear either love it or try to block it.  My flute teacher, for one, seemed to think that blocking it would be as easy as ‘taking candy from a baby.’  But the energy of the flute seems to have a protective power, so that anyone who tries to attack it becomes themselves the sole bearer of the consequences of their actions.  It seems to deflect ill-intent onto the originator.  What that person wishes for another, such as me, becomes their fate.  Sooner or later, those with a trained ear begin to realize what is happening.  Their life is being changed for the better, but they may not see it that way.  So they begin to scream and yell, so to speak — sometimes literally, sometimes on paper or on the net.  When they begin to experience the full effect of die zauberflote they turn and run.  But they don’t give up.  Instead, they try to enlist unwitting proxies to continue the attack on their behalf.  Then the proxies seem to go through a similar experience, and so on.

It can be said that the aisles of Orchestra Hall are already filled with the corpses of those who have tried to block die zauberflote.  Why would anyone want there to be any more?  This is difficult to explain to people who seem to think, as my teacher appeared to, that they will be the one to stop it. :-0

#MinnegeddonPartDeux — Blizzard “Juno” on Wolf’s Birthday…my response to Mr. Gilbert and the NYPhil…

To Mr. Gilbert and players of the NY Phil,

As this epic storm moves in toward the New York metro area (which is where I grew up) and may be linked to my family and me in some way, I feel strongly that I need to take this opportunity to try to connect with you and to make sure that you have valid information about us.  I realize that what I am saying is unusual, but then, so are many things about Wolfgang Mozart — and many of them are still unexplained…

My name is Pamela Brown.  I play die zauberflote — the real magic flute.  This has been confirmed by the players of the Minnesota Orchestra who have heard me play.  It seems Mozart’s last major opera was written about my family and me. The opera has, in effect, come to life in the middle of this country.  Virtually everyone at the Minnesota Orchestra is aware of this. A cadre of players in the orchestra tried to destroy me and also target my three (at the time, small) children. My ex-husband is [name deleted], a player with the MO.  I have had no alternative but to term him “Monostatos”, as his treatment of us was so vicious.

I grew up, musically speaking, on the stage at Orchestra Hall.  My teacher was Sid Zeitlin, at the time, Principal Flute of the MO. During the recent lockout I even asked Mr. Henson, Mr. Sprenger and Mr. Vanska of the orchestra to work with me as I come forward as a performer at the level of the press, but they have so far declined.  It may be that you will take an interest in my situation.  It would be a privilege to play for you.  You could also ask your colleague “PM” [name deleted] about me, as he heard me practice on the stage at Orchestra Hall at one time, and is, to some extent at least, aware of the mystery and tumult surrounding my coming forward.

Here is a link to the encore from the Die Zauberflote Holiday Concert at the Mall of America, Bloomington, MN, 12.21.2014.  The piece is “What Child is This?” With my husband, Donner Brown, also originally from New York City…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bL4DaeRSioU

I hope you will not dismiss what I say.  I will be playing the flute for you as the storm moves through.  It always helps…

Sincerely,

Pamela Brown

www.themagicflute.org

Mozart’s Gift, Alchemy, and the “Holy Grail”? :-0

Wolfgang Mozart had a unique gift.  How can it best be described?  Well, as a musician, I might suggest that it would be analogous to comparing a perfect fourth or fifth to a major or minor interval.  The gift was perfect.  Mozart knew this, or certainly sensed it.  So did everyone around him, and they hated him as a result.  In fact, one might say that Mozart’s life was never without controversy or even slander, as well as treachery, as those closest to him flattered him in order to befriend him and then typically turned on him and slandered him behind his back.

On one hand, we might ask, “Why would anyone bother to go to that much trouble?” To that, I have just one answer…what they perceived as (what I call) the “Mozart G’zillions”.  This gift was so unusual and unprecedented that those around him quickly came to realize that they were looking at a sort of “goose that laid the golden egg” — and they falsely thought that by causing him distress they could steal the gift and use it for themselves.  To make money.

And so, if you look at Mozart’s life, you will find that he is hardly ever alone.  In fact, it was only toward the end of his life that circumstances gave him separation from his wife Constanze.  Of course, Wolf was the first superstar, so he was known and in demand at least to some extent for most of his life.  But we might also wonder if some of this ‘friendship’ and ‘closeness’ was not deliberately targeted toward trying to use his own gift against him and to the benefit of the Judases who claimed to be his friends.

In fact, those around Mozart were trying to perform a sort of alchemy on his gift — not exactly to turn base metal into gold, but to turn what could have come to him into money and fame for themselves.  Not only was this done during his lifetime, but after, with countless books and articles written about him that are little more than libel by people who never wrote one exceptional piece of music, much less over 600 of them.  The movie AMADEUS is a textbook for the slander of Mozart.  Its axiom is that Mozart was given a gift he didn’t deserve.  The corollary, of course, is that they did.  Others perform his music while being comfortable slandering him as a person, in order to achieve the same objective.

If there were such a thing, in worldly terms, as a “Holy Grail”, Mozart’s gift might qualify.  It created the magnetism that drew so many to him and his music, as well as the tumult and controversy that also accompanied his life.  His presence seemed to make people uncomfortable.  Hardly surprising…

But the truth is, that Mozart’s gift, which has even been described at “The Mozart Effect” was a gift of the Holy Spirit.  It was the “Pearl of Great Price”.  It was a gift of shalom, perfect in every way.  And, as the Bible says, anyone who tries to use a gift of Gd to their personal advantage will stumble over it with dire result.  And so, Mozart himself died prematurely.  His birth family was torn asunder; his Mother’s death in Paris was blamed on him. Only two of the Mozart’s children survived.  Others, such as his benefactor, Michael Puchburg, died penniless.  But still, the would-be money-machine of slander churned, and churns today.  People don’t seem to realize that nobody can steal anything from Gd…

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