When I began writing the draft for what has become “Vienna Mystery” I had a strong conviction that the real story of what happened to Wolfgang Mozart was yet to be revealed. In all my research — and I have read everything I could find on his life, both in English and German — it became evident to me that there was a mystery of grand proportions around his death and the events that led up to it. The irreverent movie “Amadeus” skirts around these issues, but in a mocking way — as though to say that there was so much lawlessness around what happened to Wolf that nobody would ever be able to get through it, much less communicate the truth in any manner that was coherent.
Gradually, I came to see that there appeared to be a vortex around Wolf, that consisted of those who flattered him to his face and worked to destroy him behind his back. They acted in secret and in stealth. This vortex of ill-intent surrounded Wolf, so that he was unable to see outside of it. Instead, it seemed that he was dragged further and further down into it.
And then he died.
There was no autopsy.
There was no burial spot.
Those in the vortex expressed shock and dismay. But then they quickly went about their business. In at least one case, that involved making money off of Wolf’s music.
At one point I had an insight — that if a person of stature is removed from office, so to speak, that is not simply called a ‘murder’. It is an assassination. If this vortex of ill-intent consisted of people who had agreed to Wolf’s demise and then sandbagged him and tricked him until that happened, that would be an assassination that was supposed to remain undetected.
And, in unintended irony, did the dreadful “Amadeus” spill the beans? What if the vortex consisted not simply of Salieri, who is something of a red herring, but of all of those around him?
What if Mozart had been poisoned, not to kill him outright, but in small doses, to try to weaken him, so that he would then succumb to death by ‘natural causes’?
Oh wait — didn’t Wolf even say something to that effect himself?
While I was digging into those revelations, though I did find it curious that some of those around me seemed to find my involvement in research of the assassination of JFK somewhat hilarious, I was blessed with ignorance that something similar had happened to me.
I was systematically poisoned by my birth family. I think the reason was to weaken me, and, in my case, control me. I think this sinister treatment was part of a campaign to create a false persona. I could be wrong.
Perhaps the one remaining member of my birth family can clear that up for me.