Almost from the moment of its premiere the public was talking about the occult significance of Wolfgang Mozart’s last major opera, The Magic Flute. There was so much to consider — after all, it was full of Masonic symbols, and, despite the fact that it was a jocular singspiel, it held a pregnant sense of awe — of things not explained. To make things even more convincing, Mozart himself died a few weeks later. Was there a connection? Was Mozart poisoned? What happened? Everyone wanted to know. Or was it just the hand of fate? Some asked. Perhaps writing the Requiem under someone else’s name was what did him in? Others questioned.
Well, for one reason or another, the mystery has continued to this day. And for good reason. What if the opera were, in fact, a prophecy that included Wolf himself? What if that prophecy was to come to life over 200 years later?
Unthinkable! said many. Impossible, said others. Keep the lid on it! said the assassins…no one must know!
However, if this were to be the case, let me provide some details that are implied in the opera. I don’t ask anyone to believe what I say, simply to test my words. Just for the moment take as an hypothesis that the opera being prophecy is simply a possibility — extraordinary though that might be.
Here might be a few insights —
Pamina’s father dies after presenting her with the magic flute. Her Mother, the Queen of the Night, flies into a rage as she feels her power is threatened by her daughter’s having the flute. Sarastro, Pamina’s step-father, steps in and kidnaps Pamina to keep her out of harm’s way, but says nothing to Pamina, who is confused and frightened. Sarastro happens to be Wernher von Braun, with whom Pamina and her family have a connection. Sarastro’s temple of Isis and Osiris is the occult secrets of those committed in the US and Russia to going to the Moon and Mars. It has, in fact, a number of different locations. Pamina is brought to a place of relative safety, in the frozen tundra of the Northlands…
The three children are Pamina’s children. They are an even greater threat to her Mother, who comes after them and tries to bewitch them and steal them from Pamina, who is horrified. The Queen of the Night holds the children ransom, creating even more terror. To make matters even more sinister, the Queen has a ‘spare’, so to speak, in Pamina’s sister, Starla, (the so-called ‘other Queen’) who assists her Mother in stealth to try to turn the children against Pamina. And, last-but-certainly not least — add to that the possibility that Monostatos, who happens to be a bass player in an orchestra of false servants in Minnesota, has also attempted, frantically and viciously, to insinuate himself into the lives of Pamina and her children, in order to help the Queen. He tries to cause Pamina bodily harm and slanders her to his colleagues. She continues on, following the direction of the Zauberflote, which is always changing, and is always charming.
Pamina has had glimpses of Tamino, but nothing more, except his picture. When she sings her desperate aria “Ach, ich ful’s”…she feels she has lost everything. As the children are being deceived by the Queen, even they cannot help her.
And yet, Pamina perseveres, in love and in faith…with the help of her longest best-friend, Papageno. Papageno gives Pamina words of hope and faith at just the right moments…and together they keep moving forward…
Update 12.24.20 (M4B*)
I went to Orchestra Hall this week, on December 21st, in fact. That was also the night of the great “Christmas Star”. That day is significant to me because it is the birthday of Monostatos, who affected our lives so profoundly, and it is also the day we were married, long ago. (That lasted 666 days.) I decided to lay hands on the doors of Orchestra Hall and rebuke the enemy in the Name of Yeshua in order to demolish all of the strongholds connected with Monostatos persecuting me on that darkened stage because of the Zauberflote.
It was a cloudy day, cold, with a bitter wind. I had invited Papageno to go with me, but he had declined. Once I reached the Nicollet Mall I was relieved that he had done so, for what I was witnessing was unexpected and almost overwhelming. The mall stores are basically shuttered. The only exception is Target. There are no Christmas lights. There are no lights at all. It is desolate. Dystopian. Like Blade Runner. Orchestra Hall had stacks of cardboard boxes in its lobby. There are signs on the pavement reminding everyone to stand six feet apart. WCCO is shuttered. They don’t show you that on the evening news. There were no crowds. Just people milling and talking, all carrying bags of some sort. Acrid cigarette smoke. A woman shouting into her phone. Stragglers walking aimlessly.
Minnegeddon in Minneapolis, I thought. What else could I call it?
I then went over to Monostatos’ apartment building and laid hands on the door there and rebuked the enemy again. Hopefully, this nightmare involving him and the Minnesota Orchestra will now come to an end.
Is this what happens when you lock out Mozart?
During the 2012 lockout of the Minnesota Orchestra players I asked a family member who knew Mr. Vanska’s assistant for help getting to Mr. Vanska, to ask to play the Zauberflote for him. She replied that she ‘didn’t want me to use her contacts.’ I was saddened by this, as the letter I had written to Mr. Vanska had gone unanswered, and I did not even know for certain if he had received it. But now I could see that it wasn’t enough. A slap on the wrist for Monostatos was not in everyone’s highest good.
But this is.
They are locked out yet again. Orchestra Hall is dark yet again. But this time I don’t think the lights will go back on until we all have some answers.
*M4B=Mozart for Believers