I had my feet up on a couch at JFK, looking at the toes of my Airs
While we waited to see which plane
would take us far away
The hump-backed 747’s were lined up outside
one smaller jet in the middle
We were to fly all night across the sea
to a country that was new to me,
a place I had avoided until now.
Vienna calling, Falco said.
The UMD singers, my daughter in their midst
my future son-in-law
my younger son came with
as a chaperone, no less
He could out-party all the rest
And so the time dragged by
I squeezed a world-design stress ball
and watched the sky
At last we boarded, and you should see
the face I must have made as we passed by
the giant planes and ended up in a
Austrian Airlines, you see,
is run by Delta too…
I settled into a window seat over the wing,
heavy with foreboding
we need at least three engines for the
November turbulence over the
Just then the cabin was filled with
another company of youngsters,
A band of cheerleaders from various schools
pom-poms slammed into overheads
squealing and yelling far above
the more measured choir tones.
We took off into the night sky
That looks like Long Island, I sigh
Just about over Center Moriches
the plane began to shudder and pitch
We’re in for quite a ride…
For four hours we lunged around the sky
Dames und Herren, you are about to die
I kept hearing in my head
The wings flapped like a bird
I didn’t know they could do that
And with every thunderous settling as we
staggered across the sky
the cheerleaders shrieked and yelled
with voices pitched so high
they could have strangled themselves…
But with each garbled announcement
we climbed a thousand feet
Not one of us stopped to wonder
when we would ever eat
But finally we rose above the fractured waves of air
and saw the lights of parallel flights
we might make it there
The stewards brought mystery meat
which I could not digest the thought of
much less the actuality
I did not have the courage to get up and stretch
so sat numbly the rest of the nine hour ride
We gave a great cheer as we landed in a foggy soup
And as we waited to depart
a Mozart piece tugged at my heart
playing softly through the intercom
A Salzburg piece, a divertimento
pure and sweet
and all at once I knew
this just might be the start of our
historic dream come true.
If only I could find a place to pee!
My daughter guarded the men’s room for me,
We’d seen it first, I could not wait
such was our fate
I heard that piece in my head again today
And wept for all the heartache that has come our way
and also wondered if anyone had really cried
for what happened to Wolfgang Mozart
when he died.
It may be that a Minnegeddon is here
and that we have by now all learned to fear
an unknown judgment from
the evil of those days
A nation he never knew must justify
the way it treated him
And only God can tell
if we are headed into Heaven or to Hell…
When we think of Wolfgang Mozart we see a sublime genius of such brilliance that he was hunted down wherever he went. We see a man surrounded by people who was, in fact, immensely alone. We see someone who succumbed to the excitement of the Enlightenment and occult by becoming a Mason, and a man who supposedly mismanaged his money and left a terrible mess for his family. But what we don’t see is that which we are not supposed to know.
Much about Mozart’s life has, in fact, been deliberately concealed. This was done for nefarious reasons — most importantly, money. If the world knew the truth about the gifts that Mozart brought with him into this world, the monetary system of this planet might be changed. Nations rising and falling might be different. War might even become a thing of the past.
But we, the common people — the salt of the earth — are to be kept in the dark by these elitists who hold the dark secret of what happened to Mozart close to their hearts — or what is left of them. They smile at us and then usher us into servitude, while they rule the world. They send out coded hints of disasters to come that throw us into a panic. They laugh at us, because they know and we don’t…
But this Corona pandemic is changing everything. That which was concealed is now being revealed. It is easy for us to accept the possibility that Mozart at some point realized he had to separate himself from those closest to him in order to stay alive as long as he did. He learned that there was danger at every turn, and that smiling faces could conceal an assassin’s vicious intent.
Mozart told us about these things, but nobody listened to him. He said that he felt he was being systematically poisoned by those who had timed the hour of his death. He even named the substance — aqua toffana.
Now, perhaps, everyone will take another look…
But there was a further evil attacking Mozart, more deadly than his closest family and friends. I believe it was a dark angel that guarded this extra gift Mozart had been given that was the reason for his untimely death. This dark angel attacked him and his family members, trying to turn them all into monsters — into assassins. All they had to do was administer one small dose of poison and then stick close to him. Then they could steal this precious gift and use it for themselves. And so, one by one, nearly everyone close to him was compromised.
Did Mozart ever actually see this dark angel? I do not know. But we do know something he did see, which may represent the dark angel in human form — the mysterious visitor who, at the end of his life, enticed him to write his own requium under someone else’s name because he was in such need of money.
This is the hidden theme of the movie Amadeus. The insiders are showing us while concealing the truth what actually happened.
We just need to know how to look…
As the poet and songwriter Bob Dylan said in Slow Train Coming…the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency…
Update July 24, 2019
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. The other member is bass player Bill Schrickel of the Minnesota Orchestra. 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?