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

“Locked-Out Mozart Holiday Concert”

mrmmilonmeWe are rolling out our “Locked-Out Mozart” concert tour with our Holiday Concert December 21, 2105 at 4 p.m. at the Mall of America Rotunda in Bloomington, MN.  Join us to listen to the unparalleled beauty of the sound of die zauberflote — the real magic flute.  It is because of die zauberflote that “Monostatos’ Orchestra” has locked us out — it may well be because of die zauberflote that Wolfgang Mozart was murdered.

My husband Donner and I have come through the trials and tribulations of what seems to be a vortex of time and space.  We have been slandered and ridiculed, and — oh yes! — locked out by some of the biggest names in the entertainment industry that you can imagine.  We are a bit tired and probably look a little worn at the edges, but we have survived, nonetheless, heartbreak and brutality not only from those whom we know casually, but from our own kin, our own flesh and blood.

We ask  not that you believe what we say, but that you listen and decide for yourselves what to think.  We ask that you listen with your ears and not, as the underworld of music seems to want you to, with your head.

We will be reaching out to people and organizations whom we believe may be able to help us with our subsequent “Locked-Out Mozart” concerts.  We are also looking for anyone who feels drawn to help us or work with us or even perform with us.  Of course, if you too happen to have been locked-out, that can only be a plus!

We also look forward to doing some “Locked-Out Mozart” runouts, so if you live away from the Twin Cities, don’t hesitate to ask us to come to you.  We extend to you the greatest blessings of this holiday season.

With our thanks,

Pamela and Donner Brown (and our wonderful horse Miles) 🙂


Who or what is “Monostatos”? :-0

In my posts you will find references to “Monostatos”.  Monostatos was, in Mozart’s prophetic opera The Magic Flute, a wicked servant in the temple of Sarastro, Pamina’s step-father.  Monostatos terrorizes Pamina. Monostatos is obsessed with Pamina.  Only Sarastro, stepping in at the last minute, saves Pamina from his wicked wiles.

When I talk about “Monostatos” I am basically making reference to my time on the darkened stage at Orchestra Hall and those involved with that.  So, to some extent, the term “Monostatos” represents the group of players that crawled out of the woodwork to try to flatter me in order to destroy me and die zauberflote.  The first member of the group was my flute teacher, who was at the time Principal Flute of the Orchestra.  Rather than acknowledge what he was really experiencing he sent me on various rabbit trails and, among other things, seemed to go out of his way to try to blame me for the change in the Orchestra’s name (at the time, that made no sense at all).  He is now deceased. Another member of Monostatos was a timpanist, also deceased.  There was also a trumpet player, now retired, and a horn player still performing with another orchestra.  Then there was the string player, who not only tried to destroy me but targeted my children.  If I speak of “Monostatos” as one person, it is him. This person is still with the Orchestra, and, for that reason, I at times refer to the ensemble as “Monostatos’ Orchestra”, as it is my thinking that he is the one who led them astray.  There is also involvement with another orchestra — hence, “Monostatos’ Other Orchestra”.

How happy we were before Monostatos...:-0
How happy we were before Monostatos…:-0

The prophetic opera Die Zauberflote and what I am calling ‘Minnegeddon’…:-0

If you dare to look at Wolfgang Mozart’s last major opera, Die Zauberflote, as prophecy, instead of simply a sublime singspiel, you cannot help but begin to understand what Wolf was really all about and why he had to be silenced.  Here in the Midwest, in the 21st century, the entire opera has come to life.  Right now, we are at the equivalent of the last major fight scene between the Queen of the Night, Monostatos (and his orchestra) are coming up against Sarastro and his loyal brethren.  My husband, my longest best friend Brad (Papageno) and I (Pamina) are making our way through the last of the trials.  We are exhausted, and a bit worn around the edges, but alive and resilient.

The extraordinary lovely power of the flute has brought us through every difficulty and each seemingly impossible test.  My only regret, at this point, is that my three dear children (now grown) are not with me.  They have been spun out of the vortex and are, artistically speaking,  currently being held captive by the (second) Queen of the Night, who happens to be my sister.  Ironically, in the opera, there is no mention of what happens to the three children; simply that they are there to help Pamina survive the separation from Tamino.  The reality has been much more traumatic than I would have wished.  Just the same, they are the best people I know, and I have faith that all will work for good in the end…so bear with us…:-)

Minnegeddon, Revelation 18 and 9/11– odd coincidences?4B= :-0 M4B*

I recently came across an article about a devastating sandstorm taking place in Jerusalem this September: http://www.timesofisrael.com/sandstorm-plaguing-israel-is-worst-in-countrys-history/

Immediately, the aftermath of the collapse of the Twin Towers came to mind, as here, as at that time, everyone was covered with dust, so to speak.  That image brought back to me the anguish I experienced as I watched the events of Sept. 11, 2001 unfold.

For a few weeks prior to 9.11.2001 I felt a strong conviction to read and meditate on Revelation 18 in my daily Bible study.  Rev.18 describes the horror of the destruction of the worldly Babylon (it is my thinking at this time that Rev.17, “Mystery Babylon”, may refer to a religious, as opposed to an economic and political system, and therefore a different place, so is not necessarily a part of the Rev18 prophecy per se).

At that time I was teaching flute students at a private school.  As the school year began, and I was introduced to the new teachers, I continually unintentionally tripped up on one woman’s last name — instead of her actual name, I kept calling her “Mrs. Huffman”.  At the time I was puzzled, as I usually either remember a name correctly or completely forget it. As it later turned out, some of the hijackers were trained at a Florida company called “Huffman Aviation.”

My husband and I were at home on the morning of 9/11,  I was watching CNN when the report came in that a plane had hit the World Trade Center.  That did not, in itself, seem overly troubling, as these were tall buildings, built to withstand even that sort of impact.  As I had always been fascinated by the WTC and had researched their construction, I realized that the WTC had utilized an unusual architecture concept — load-bearing walls, as opposed to the typical construction that put pillars throughout the building.  That meant the elevators were all in the center of the building.  If the center of the building was blocked there would be no way for those on the floors involved in the crash, or those in the floors above, to be evacuated to safety.

It wasn’t until CNN began to zoom in on the gash in the exterior itself that the imperiling seriousness of the event began to sink in.  I was somewhat aware that it was, in effect, the walls that were holding the building up.  As the cameras panned to the first responders, it was quickly evident that there was much more going on here than we had been told, and that they were sensing the total terror that was starting to unfold.

My husband and I are both from New York — he grew up around the corner from the Guggenheim Museum; I was originally from Fairfield, CT, and lived in Manhattan for four years.  New York was and is our home, and the WTC towers, garish and oversized though they might have seemed early-on, had become to us part of the beauty of the city. Whenever I looked downtown while walking, I always looked for them.  They were part of the fabric of our lives when we were there.

In hindsight, I was somewhat foolish to leave for a dermatologist appointment not long after the second plane hit and at about the time the Pentagon was hit.  I drove a few miles away and entered into a completely silent zone where there was no radio or tv and noone was even talking about these events.  When I emerged, about an hour later, I turned on my car radio to hear the rest of the horrible news.  In fact, the reception was such that there seemed to be people from two different stations chattering at once.  It was almost too much to comprehend.  I just sat and listened to the descriptions of the WTC towers collapsing, the Pentagon in flames, and, strangely, a fourth plane down in the hills of Pennsylvania.  It seemed almost inevitable at the time that the US would have no choice but to go to war to avenge these events, as we had after Pearl Harbor, and that nothing might ever seem the same.

When I returned home I again followed the news coverage, and was stunned by the footage showing many of the people who had tragically jumped from WTC1, as well as the streets of the area with everyone and everything covered in the dust and debris of the collapsed buildings.  Then I watched footage taken from New Jersey, showing all of lower Manhattan — the smoke of the devastation billowing high into the sky.  It was at that time that I recalled the prophecies of Rev18, and heard for the first time of “Huffman Aviation”.  I sat, stunned, and wept.  How could this happen?  What did this mean?  Were these events connected to the End Times? And, if so, how?  I wanted to understand.

And I played the flute.  That always helps.  That is how I pray. It began to seem that, even as unimaginably terrible as these events were, they could have been even worse.  Did Gd stay His hand and, for some divine reason, keep the buildings standing as long as He could? Was this a warning to our generation to humble ourselves as a nation and repent? Are we being allowed every opportunity to do this?  But are we repenting, I began to wonder, or, as Rabbi Cahn demonstrates convincingly in “The Harbinger”, rebuilding in arrogance instead? What will happen if we do not repent?

As far as additional odd coincidences are concerned, let me share — AA11 and UA175 left from Logan Airport, Boston.  My husband went to school in Boston; I lived in Brookline for two years. AA77 left from Dulles Airport, Washington, D.C. My sibling was living there.  UA93 left from Newark Airport, NJ.  My Mother was living in Flemington, NJ.  UA93 crashed in Western Pennsylvania, not far from where I went to university at Bucknell University in Lewisburg.  It was bound for San Francisco, where I lived for two years. Did these odd coincidences have any significance at all? I didn’t know.

After days of prayer, I began to ask myself if Gd was telling us that we, and the extraordinary gift of die zauberflote, in some way, may have some sort of connection to these events. If there is, what could it possibly be?  Is there something we are being called to do as a result? Does this have anything to do with all the events that are unfolding at this time in Minnesota that I call “Minnegeddon”? At this point, I don’t know.  I humbly ask for your prayers for Gd’s guidance as we move forward at this complicated time…

*M4B=Mozart for Believers…

Minnegeddon — Where are those who really care about Mozart? :-0

What has astonished me most on my incredible journey is how distorted a view most people have of Wolfgang Mozart and his life.  Of course, that is not helped in any way by the bulk of material written about him, as much of it is either intentionally or through carelessness slanted away from the truth of what he was really like.  It is perfectly ok to slander Mozart as a person and yet treasure his music, for example.  Anyone with a reasoning mind should stop short at that idea, and ask, ‘Why does that not make sense?” I can tell you why — there is a lot of misinfo and even disinfo about Wolfgang Mozart and what happened to him in order to dehumanize him, so that nobody will care enough about him to ask the tough questions that might lead to real answers.

Will anyone take time from there busy days and even from their fabulous performances of Wolf’s music to ask what was at the heart of his music and his life? I can assure you it was not the cold, brash, technical perfection that we tend to equate with musical excellence in this day and age — it was a gift of gentleness, a gift of shalom.

Mozart was savagely criticized for being ‘obnoxious’ and ‘arrogant’, but from his standpoint he knew he had to share and demonstrate the extraordinary nature of his gifts and was butting up against furious and devious opposition wherever he went.  His gift was different.  His gift was superior.  So rather than allow him to be respected for his gift, a clique of wicked colleagues decided to take him down. Mozart sank into a vortex of night and fog, where the truth of what happened to him was supposed to be hidden forever.

Will you stop and think, and really listen with your ears, and not just with your head, when you listen to or play his music? You just might find the ineffable joy of shalom…:-)

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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