On the Pre-fixes of the Bucolic People - Their Astonishing Intuitive Powers!
by Eddie Beato
Civilization was once tantamount to civility, respect, culture and the elevation of the human type, but as observed by Spanish philosopher Jose Ortega y Gasset (the Revolt of the Masses), "ours is a time of rampant barbarism" and the mechanization of every aspect of our modern society is killing the soul.
Few civilized people would go to the woods to strike kindred with a four-legged animal or a savage, a Hilly-Joe, but much to my surprise, Mother Nature could still produce some of the finest creatures in the cultivation of religious sensibilities, aesthetic sensitivity, intelligence and high-pitched intuitive powers to unravelling the conundrums of existence. Therefore, it is time to inquire on the inner fabric of some former human beings, their "warmhearted sentiments," as perhaps the real stuff for a happy existence: vita beata!
by Eddie Beato
Civilization was once tantamount to civility, respect, culture and the elevation of the human type, but as observed by Spanish philosopher Jose Ortega y Gasset (the Revolt of the Masses), "ours is a time of rampant barbarism" and the mechanization of every aspect of our modern society is killing the soul.
Few civilized people would go to the woods to strike kindred with a four-legged animal or a savage, a Hilly-Joe, but much to my surprise, Mother Nature could still produce some of the finest creatures in the cultivation of religious sensibilities, aesthetic sensitivity, intelligence and high-pitched intuitive powers to unravelling the conundrums of existence. Therefore, it is time to inquire on the inner fabric of some former human beings, their "warmhearted sentiments," as perhaps the real stuff for a happy existence: vita beata!
The bucolic people of the old days were perhaps too superstitious, but many paranormal experiences added to a greater theater (vital pre) in the screen of their humble pastoral existence.
How real were these stories of ghosts and fairy tales?
Of course, the subjective mind is far more apt to strike rapport with such hazy reality. For the peasants in the wood, Nature was a theater of grandest scope, comparable to our latest movies, the special effects of the show-reality in the wonder of tele-vision.
But let our faculties be enveloped by all the attendant circumstances in the wood of yore, and how we seem to be transformed by a higher-uplifting elation of being in touch with a greater whole!
Henry D. Thoreau almost unfathomed this uncanny network, divine nexus and interconnectedness with Mother Nature, but it was Arthur Schopenhauer who found the brandishing key to unlocking the secrets of the Mother Earth (Faust Part 2, Goethe).
Nay, sometimes our mind seems to feel the pre-fixes of pre-sence and pre-science in ways we could scarcely grasp with our intuitive perception, nor can we always bring the "chilly pre" to our cognitive powers (or intellectual apprehension) with clearer understanding as when we chance ourselves into the uncharted bosky domains of Mother Nature; and herein, the mind is struck with the Sense of Awe, Sublime and Dread!
We cannot deny this fact, that many human beings, however averse with any interaction with the dread-sense of the unknown, have a penchant for such chilly experiences (ghosts), a contradiction that must be sought in our inner-sense of brotherhood with a greater thoroughfare with other sentient beings.
Therefore, though our awful experiences with ghostly specters from beyond are often associated with fear and premonition, we cannot deny a "gloomy delight" when talking about ghosts, for it is, on closer investigation, a connatural urge to dispel such doubts in the reality of spirit apparitions: the pre-stroke of our consciousness, "Will-to-Exist," as not being confined to the fixed ticks in the clock of linear time.
This general curiosity is deeply seated in our human nature; for, our five senses could not, in all their subtleties or perceptive powers, confine or encase our consciousness to this mere immediate reality: virtual reality.
Indeed, there are times when we are more attuned with this "Pre" of our intuitive perceptions and inquiries, a keen sense that is highly developed among certain clairvoyant women, specially if the said persons have been reared in pastoral settings, where Mother Nature could hone the mind and heartbeats to the most subtle hunches and pre- sentiments.
I regret to say, that in urban city-people, like New York with their amusing vaudevilles, many indispensable sense-perceptions (pre-fixes) have become numbed and finally lost due to rampant materialism, silly tangibility, because it is a well known fact, that long-lasting, constant contiguity with solid matters could make our mind dull, insipid, lackadaisical, vapid, toad-like reactive, feeble and insensitive in the other fine mystic veils of Mother Nature. At any rate, let us re-appraise the humble peasants in the wood of yore, perhaps their ghost-stories have a kernel of truth...
How real were these stories of ghosts and fairy tales?
Of course, the subjective mind is far more apt to strike rapport with such hazy reality. For the peasants in the wood, Nature was a theater of grandest scope, comparable to our latest movies, the special effects of the show-reality in the wonder of tele-vision.
But let our faculties be enveloped by all the attendant circumstances in the wood of yore, and how we seem to be transformed by a higher-uplifting elation of being in touch with a greater whole!
Henry D. Thoreau almost unfathomed this uncanny network, divine nexus and interconnectedness with Mother Nature, but it was Arthur Schopenhauer who found the brandishing key to unlocking the secrets of the Mother Earth (Faust Part 2, Goethe).
Nay, sometimes our mind seems to feel the pre-fixes of pre-sence and pre-science in ways we could scarcely grasp with our intuitive perception, nor can we always bring the "chilly pre" to our cognitive powers (or intellectual apprehension) with clearer understanding as when we chance ourselves into the uncharted bosky domains of Mother Nature; and herein, the mind is struck with the Sense of Awe, Sublime and Dread!
We cannot deny this fact, that many human beings, however averse with any interaction with the dread-sense of the unknown, have a penchant for such chilly experiences (ghosts), a contradiction that must be sought in our inner-sense of brotherhood with a greater thoroughfare with other sentient beings.
Therefore, though our awful experiences with ghostly specters from beyond are often associated with fear and premonition, we cannot deny a "gloomy delight" when talking about ghosts, for it is, on closer investigation, a connatural urge to dispel such doubts in the reality of spirit apparitions: the pre-stroke of our consciousness, "Will-to-Exist," as not being confined to the fixed ticks in the clock of linear time.
This general curiosity is deeply seated in our human nature; for, our five senses could not, in all their subtleties or perceptive powers, confine or encase our consciousness to this mere immediate reality: virtual reality.
Indeed, there are times when we are more attuned with this "Pre" of our intuitive perceptions and inquiries, a keen sense that is highly developed among certain clairvoyant women, specially if the said persons have been reared in pastoral settings, where Mother Nature could hone the mind and heartbeats to the most subtle hunches and pre- sentiments.
I regret to say, that in urban city-people, like New York with their amusing vaudevilles, many indispensable sense-perceptions (pre-fixes) have become numbed and finally lost due to rampant materialism, silly tangibility, because it is a well known fact, that long-lasting, constant contiguity with solid matters could make our mind dull, insipid, lackadaisical, vapid, toad-like reactive, feeble and insensitive in the other fine mystic veils of Mother Nature. At any rate, let us re-appraise the humble peasants in the wood of yore, perhaps their ghost-stories have a kernel of truth...
Francis Bacon, at times, would recourse to the practical methods of Dr. Faust, Part 1 and 2 by Goethe, and if you believe in the medicinal powers of plants and the entrails of salamanders, you are not alone, countless people would prescribe to the Wisdom of Babylon and Ancient Egypt.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Occult_theories_about_Francis_Bacon
Of course, however stubbornly materialistic and atheistic, some British philosophers (nineteenth century), more than the bumptious skeptics of Voltaire and Diderot, have demoted the serious Sciences of the Ancient Sage (the alchemist) as downright superstition, wizardry and ignorance.
David Hume, though a brilliant prose-writer, could not crack the head of the serpent; and Schopenhauer, more than Immanuel Kant, had perhaps untangled the serpent's coils, Will-to-Exist, even into the profoundest reaches of our unconscious.
Dreams and Fate, accordingly, are so interlaced in the understanding of our lives' unrolling scroll, that our childhood, our first brushes with the unknown (pre-sentiments), could be said to be an adumbration of the future. Therefore, an intelligent human being would trawl the pond of his mind's deepest sediments and pebbles: the prime of our infancy in the interpretation of our personal life's unrolling scroll.
Indeed, some of the most intelligent minds who ever lived, Aristotle, da Vinci, Schopenhauer, Francis Bacon, Goethe, even Immanuel Kant, had all surmised inexplainable phenomena --sometimes defying our understanding of the physical world-- in the womb of Mother Nature, the lady is pregnant with mysteries.
To the accusation of quackery, superstition and charlatanism, I would ask my reader to inquire on the lives of men the likes of Francis Bacon and Schopenhauer (On Philosophy and Natural Science, Parerga and Paralipomena, Vol. 2).
Dr. Ferdinand Ossendowski, famous for his Magnus Opus, Men, Beasts and Gods, has also touched upon Animal Magnetism and Miracles, for even in the entrails of animals, and those "meaningful meandering elements" (cup-o'-coffee's hieroglyphs) thus spelling your personals in the Wall of Destiny, may all be interlaced and interwoven in the unrolling coils of Mother Nature's serpentine forces!
To an amazing clairvoyant like Jesus Christ, such wordless language could spell your destiny, unerringly, with the exactitude of an infalible broadcaster!
Therefore, my good friend pay heeds to the meandering elements of Mother Nature, "omens and augurs," for she is the greatest instructor. Although unschooled and illiterate, some people are just gifted with the pre-fixes of pre-science, pre-sentiments, and pre-monition!
As observed by Francis Bacon, Esoteric Knowledge without pragmatic methods is simply rubbish, twaddle, waste of time and efforts, and if you are looking for true magic and miracles, then let us seek healing and cures in the womb of Mother Nature, but a higher pitch of wellbeing comes from the local Star: the Sun.
On the Unquestionable Power of Natural Light for Healing:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Occult_theories_about_Francis_Bacon
Of course, however stubbornly materialistic and atheistic, some British philosophers (nineteenth century), more than the bumptious skeptics of Voltaire and Diderot, have demoted the serious Sciences of the Ancient Sage (the alchemist) as downright superstition, wizardry and ignorance.
David Hume, though a brilliant prose-writer, could not crack the head of the serpent; and Schopenhauer, more than Immanuel Kant, had perhaps untangled the serpent's coils, Will-to-Exist, even into the profoundest reaches of our unconscious.
Dreams and Fate, accordingly, are so interlaced in the understanding of our lives' unrolling scroll, that our childhood, our first brushes with the unknown (pre-sentiments), could be said to be an adumbration of the future. Therefore, an intelligent human being would trawl the pond of his mind's deepest sediments and pebbles: the prime of our infancy in the interpretation of our personal life's unrolling scroll.
Indeed, some of the most intelligent minds who ever lived, Aristotle, da Vinci, Schopenhauer, Francis Bacon, Goethe, even Immanuel Kant, had all surmised inexplainable phenomena --sometimes defying our understanding of the physical world-- in the womb of Mother Nature, the lady is pregnant with mysteries.
To the accusation of quackery, superstition and charlatanism, I would ask my reader to inquire on the lives of men the likes of Francis Bacon and Schopenhauer (On Philosophy and Natural Science, Parerga and Paralipomena, Vol. 2).
Dr. Ferdinand Ossendowski, famous for his Magnus Opus, Men, Beasts and Gods, has also touched upon Animal Magnetism and Miracles, for even in the entrails of animals, and those "meaningful meandering elements" (cup-o'-coffee's hieroglyphs) thus spelling your personals in the Wall of Destiny, may all be interlaced and interwoven in the unrolling coils of Mother Nature's serpentine forces!
To an amazing clairvoyant like Jesus Christ, such wordless language could spell your destiny, unerringly, with the exactitude of an infalible broadcaster!
Therefore, my good friend pay heeds to the meandering elements of Mother Nature, "omens and augurs," for she is the greatest instructor. Although unschooled and illiterate, some people are just gifted with the pre-fixes of pre-science, pre-sentiments, and pre-monition!
As observed by Francis Bacon, Esoteric Knowledge without pragmatic methods is simply rubbish, twaddle, waste of time and efforts, and if you are looking for true magic and miracles, then let us seek healing and cures in the womb of Mother Nature, but a higher pitch of wellbeing comes from the local Star: the Sun.
On the Unquestionable Power of Natural Light for Healing:
On the heels of men the likes of Francis Bacon or Leonardo da Vinci, I have my decade-old experiments on the action of Sun-Light on pigments, and perhaps their medicinal powers in our nervous system.
The Internet of healing would be insufficient, nay, deficient without the Unquestionable Boons of Mother Nature, whose womb is said to be pregnant with surprises and magic.
For the serious reader or inquirer, there is an excellent essay by German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer, the Will on Nature, but some scientist may ask for tangible proofs on the action of light upon sensitive substances and their unquestionable effects on our mind and body: membranes, glands, and the brilliant insights of a remarkable man like Arthur Schopenhauer, should be taken very seriously.
Mind you, Freud, like Darwin and Nietzsche, were devout disciples of Schopenhauer, and like men possessed with a healthy disposition towards scientific experiments, they have carefully formulated their theories and hypothesis as corroborated by Mother Nature.
Please, find below two paintings, Precious Memories and Paradise Lost, whose pigments (transparent), for many years, were subjected to either the influence of light or darkness.
Light has magic, and like clever people instructed in "the medicine of ages," we ought to seek the sunshine (Natural Light) for healing with the Wisdom of the Ancient Egyptians.
It is very likely that Nordic people are more apt to be affected by baffling illnesses such as PSP, among other mysterious syndromes, perhaps traceable to the "factor of clime and milieu."
Could they be pathologically heritable?
That's an excellent question. Your scientists, at Columbia University, would need to consider the common causes, and the more likely to affect our bodies and our mind: "diet, clime and milieu."
Are Some Pigments Toxic for Our Brain?
Google: "Cadmium Yellow and Cancer."
Like pigments and the chemistry of colors, whose sensitive substances (concoction) are said to be affected by the "influence and confluence of light and dark," our brain, the sarcophagus of the mind, ought to be illumined by the power of our conviction (will-to-exist).
Yes. I am totally convinced on the healing power of Natural Light: the Sun!
Paradise Lost after John Milton, Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden: two beautiful birds, representing Tales of Infancy by Robert Schumann!
From Precious Memories to Paradise Lost:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=so5Az8a_l2Q
The Internet of healing would be insufficient, nay, deficient without the Unquestionable Boons of Mother Nature, whose womb is said to be pregnant with surprises and magic.
For the serious reader or inquirer, there is an excellent essay by German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer, the Will on Nature, but some scientist may ask for tangible proofs on the action of light upon sensitive substances and their unquestionable effects on our mind and body: membranes, glands, and the brilliant insights of a remarkable man like Arthur Schopenhauer, should be taken very seriously.
Mind you, Freud, like Darwin and Nietzsche, were devout disciples of Schopenhauer, and like men possessed with a healthy disposition towards scientific experiments, they have carefully formulated their theories and hypothesis as corroborated by Mother Nature.
Please, find below two paintings, Precious Memories and Paradise Lost, whose pigments (transparent), for many years, were subjected to either the influence of light or darkness.
Light has magic, and like clever people instructed in "the medicine of ages," we ought to seek the sunshine (Natural Light) for healing with the Wisdom of the Ancient Egyptians.
It is very likely that Nordic people are more apt to be affected by baffling illnesses such as PSP, among other mysterious syndromes, perhaps traceable to the "factor of clime and milieu."
Could they be pathologically heritable?
That's an excellent question. Your scientists, at Columbia University, would need to consider the common causes, and the more likely to affect our bodies and our mind: "diet, clime and milieu."
Are Some Pigments Toxic for Our Brain?
Google: "Cadmium Yellow and Cancer."
Like pigments and the chemistry of colors, whose sensitive substances (concoction) are said to be affected by the "influence and confluence of light and dark," our brain, the sarcophagus of the mind, ought to be illumined by the power of our conviction (will-to-exist).
Yes. I am totally convinced on the healing power of Natural Light: the Sun!
Paradise Lost after John Milton, Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden: two beautiful birds, representing Tales of Infancy by Robert Schumann!
From Precious Memories to Paradise Lost:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=so5Az8a_l2Q
One painting follows the other! The beautiful colors are enlivened by the Sunshine Spring of the year 2005!
Precious Memories was placed in a pastor's office, next to a window, and for years, received the life-given beams of the blazing sun, and that's why it regained the Amazing Coloration!
The secret magic of the luminous colors is the Glorious Light of the Sun.
If the painting (our mind's inner sarcophagus) is stashed in a dark room (second one, Paradise Lost), then the fiery colors would lose the glare and beauty of Precious Memories!
The second painting, Paradise Lost, unlike Precious Memories, has not been basking under the sunshine's resurrecting powers, hence its bleak, dark, somber tones and gloomy atmosphere. It is, nonetheless, a very uplifting painting when juxtaposed against Precious Memories (Childhood)
Paradise Lost after John Milton:
Precious Memories was placed in a pastor's office, next to a window, and for years, received the life-given beams of the blazing sun, and that's why it regained the Amazing Coloration!
The secret magic of the luminous colors is the Glorious Light of the Sun.
If the painting (our mind's inner sarcophagus) is stashed in a dark room (second one, Paradise Lost), then the fiery colors would lose the glare and beauty of Precious Memories!
The second painting, Paradise Lost, unlike Precious Memories, has not been basking under the sunshine's resurrecting powers, hence its bleak, dark, somber tones and gloomy atmosphere. It is, nonetheless, a very uplifting painting when juxtaposed against Precious Memories (Childhood)
Paradise Lost after John Milton:
The Ancient Tree of Good and Evil:
Sacred knowledge of the ancient priest should not be revealed, because like a cobra, if untamed by the artful skills of a capable master, the snake could prove to be lethal and destructive.
Sacred knowledge of the ancient priest should not be revealed, because like a cobra, if untamed by the artful skills of a capable master, the snake could prove to be lethal and destructive.
"Cobra-Sacred-Secret Knowledge, is as old as the Ancient Egyptian High Priests, but such esoteric wisdom is not imparted to our generation, neither can it be taught to a block-headed person: a simpleton with clumsy gait and a stupid face stamped with the lower instincts of the vulgar, crass and uncouth.
Some secret knowledge, due to its sensitive materials therein, like the sensitive action of a fine pianist, could only be taught to a finely-drilled person of tested probity, intelligence, diligence and maturity.
To a stupid person, the Internal Music of Pythagoras's Higher Sphere, is simply a cacophony of din and noise, and like imbecile beasts of burden, always building clumsy pyramids for the egomaniacs of grandiosity, so they are to remain enchained in the "recurrent loop of two simple chords:" the Tonic and Dominant.
Of course, the first perquisite to our internal development, is a blessed disposition towards the ineffable music of Mother Nature.
If a person cannot find a congenial rapport with the elements Mother Nature, then he or she cannot be admitted in the Holy Temple of Muse or Parsifal. Such person, is legion, and cannot be admitted inside the pyramid.
Time and time again, Leonardo da Vinci would ask the initiate to remain a servant under the tutelage of a capable master.
Art and science, so interlaced and interwoven like the coils of a cobra-snake, may overlap in blissful moments of epiphanies, and it is quite a daunting task, time consuming, to untangle the riddles of your existence without a good teacher.
The life a person's unfolding scrolls could be compared to the treacherous coils of a snake, for, however alert, unfavorable circumstances could overcome even the strong and powerful.
Nevertheless, we ought to find the "coiling thread" of our personal spiritual development. Time presses on inexorably, and you would be surprised on the unpredictable unfolding scrolls of your destiny, because, at times, you almost cracked the head of the snake. You were so close...just missed it by a few inches!
Unfortunately, circumstances, rarely outplay her propitious moments to that glorious moment of our inner illumination and self-realization.
At times, you ought to pull your psyche out of this existential maze, full-fraught with shadows, snakes, confusion and illusive shades. Once clear of your purpose, retake your inner work with the diligence and trust of an innocent child.
A diligent initiate, depending on the grace of the gods, may need to wait decades before receiving one "untangled coil" (a veritable blessing) in the ascending scale of his or her spiritual development.
Such dawning day, illumination, could happen at any moment, like the breaking of bulky clouds amidst the glorious sky of light and meaning in this short life. I know some sad people, after years of studious hours and devotion, unfortunately, never received the blessings of that glorious day.
Why?
Ringlets, like the serpentine hairs of wretched people enslaved by their unconscious bad habits, may remind us of the great challenge for the neophyte or initiate, for every coil ought to be unraveled, and this is not, by stretch of the imagination, an easy task. The Ancient Serpent of Genesis is a fact of life!
Some secret knowledge, due to its sensitive materials therein, like the sensitive action of a fine pianist, could only be taught to a finely-drilled person of tested probity, intelligence, diligence and maturity.
To a stupid person, the Internal Music of Pythagoras's Higher Sphere, is simply a cacophony of din and noise, and like imbecile beasts of burden, always building clumsy pyramids for the egomaniacs of grandiosity, so they are to remain enchained in the "recurrent loop of two simple chords:" the Tonic and Dominant.
Of course, the first perquisite to our internal development, is a blessed disposition towards the ineffable music of Mother Nature.
If a person cannot find a congenial rapport with the elements Mother Nature, then he or she cannot be admitted in the Holy Temple of Muse or Parsifal. Such person, is legion, and cannot be admitted inside the pyramid.
Time and time again, Leonardo da Vinci would ask the initiate to remain a servant under the tutelage of a capable master.
Art and science, so interlaced and interwoven like the coils of a cobra-snake, may overlap in blissful moments of epiphanies, and it is quite a daunting task, time consuming, to untangle the riddles of your existence without a good teacher.
The life a person's unfolding scrolls could be compared to the treacherous coils of a snake, for, however alert, unfavorable circumstances could overcome even the strong and powerful.
Nevertheless, we ought to find the "coiling thread" of our personal spiritual development. Time presses on inexorably, and you would be surprised on the unpredictable unfolding scrolls of your destiny, because, at times, you almost cracked the head of the snake. You were so close...just missed it by a few inches!
Unfortunately, circumstances, rarely outplay her propitious moments to that glorious moment of our inner illumination and self-realization.
At times, you ought to pull your psyche out of this existential maze, full-fraught with shadows, snakes, confusion and illusive shades. Once clear of your purpose, retake your inner work with the diligence and trust of an innocent child.
A diligent initiate, depending on the grace of the gods, may need to wait decades before receiving one "untangled coil" (a veritable blessing) in the ascending scale of his or her spiritual development.
Such dawning day, illumination, could happen at any moment, like the breaking of bulky clouds amidst the glorious sky of light and meaning in this short life. I know some sad people, after years of studious hours and devotion, unfortunately, never received the blessings of that glorious day.
Why?
Ringlets, like the serpentine hairs of wretched people enslaved by their unconscious bad habits, may remind us of the great challenge for the neophyte or initiate, for every coil ought to be unraveled, and this is not, by stretch of the imagination, an easy task. The Ancient Serpent of Genesis is a fact of life!
Once trained in the basic rudiments of the Cobra-Snake, alertness (higher consciousness) and discipline (morning rites and rituals aimed at the ascending knowledge of the sun) the neophyte, or novice, would then apply the "Sacred Knowledge" to the "internal pulleys" of our spiritual ascension.
I cannot reveal this knowledge online, because the pulleys, bars, levers and pivots ought to be found in the "Will to Exist" of Arthur Schopenhauer's philosophy.
I hope to have revealed to you some secret knowledge of the conscious vs the unconscious. Such knowledge, which is universal, could be useful for the arts, nay, could be applied to many an area requiring both intellectual stamina and artistic expression.
Conscious vs the Unconscious:
I cannot reveal this knowledge online, because the pulleys, bars, levers and pivots ought to be found in the "Will to Exist" of Arthur Schopenhauer's philosophy.
I hope to have revealed to you some secret knowledge of the conscious vs the unconscious. Such knowledge, which is universal, could be useful for the arts, nay, could be applied to many an area requiring both intellectual stamina and artistic expression.
Conscious vs the Unconscious:
Leonardo da Vinci, like Phidias, Michelangelo, William A. Bouguereau, possessed some secret knowledge which could place you in the order of Melchizedek, the High Priest, alongside the giants of Ancient Egypt, or, simply, an astonishing human being capable to cracking down "the head of a cobra snake" in one single strike of genius.
The child, a Rennaissance Mind, should be trained, from an early age, to see universals in representational imageries, hidden symbols, sacred numerology and the artworks of the old masters.
If your child could resume millennia in short instances of epiphanies, then he is either a Saint or a Genius. Like Champollion, the French divine Child, he or she could decipher the meaning of ages in just a few scattered stones.
A cobra is symbolic of the artistic mind: vigilant, alert, penetrating and keenly perceptive, has often been associated with royalty, nobility, high-pitched intelligence, suppleness and greater sway over the common blockheaded simpleton. Therefore, avoid clumsy movements, and even in your comportment, strive for integrity, grace and suppleness.
Some Reflections on the Art of Playing the Piano:
The child, a Rennaissance Mind, should be trained, from an early age, to see universals in representational imageries, hidden symbols, sacred numerology and the artworks of the old masters.
If your child could resume millennia in short instances of epiphanies, then he is either a Saint or a Genius. Like Champollion, the French divine Child, he or she could decipher the meaning of ages in just a few scattered stones.
A cobra is symbolic of the artistic mind: vigilant, alert, penetrating and keenly perceptive, has often been associated with royalty, nobility, high-pitched intelligence, suppleness and greater sway over the common blockheaded simpleton. Therefore, avoid clumsy movements, and even in your comportment, strive for integrity, grace and suppleness.
Some Reflections on the Art of Playing the Piano:
Teach your child to stand defiant and resolute, and let him shake off any traits of cowardice or laxity (laziness).
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1W_7sBXuT6g
Test your child for diligence, discipline, methodology, and let him or her master the piano (action sensitivity) in less than five years.
All we need is methodology, application and practice, but above all, we ought to think like a Renaissance Artist. Remind him or her about the secrets of the masters, Gravity (Holy Grail of Intelligence), and how we ought to take advantage of this essential natural law to overcoming obstacles. Move your wrist, it is as supple as a cobra!
Pulleys, bars and levers:
Wrist-Lifting- Why?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1W_7sBXuT6
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1W_7sBXuT6g
Test your child for diligence, discipline, methodology, and let him or her master the piano (action sensitivity) in less than five years.
All we need is methodology, application and practice, but above all, we ought to think like a Renaissance Artist. Remind him or her about the secrets of the masters, Gravity (Holy Grail of Intelligence), and how we ought to take advantage of this essential natural law to overcoming obstacles. Move your wrist, it is as supple as a cobra!
Pulleys, bars and levers:
Wrist-Lifting- Why?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1W_7sBXuT6
Let's say you are looking for the hidden knowledge of the Ancient Egyptian pyramids-builders. You may say that the main obstacle is "GRAVITY," which, from our human perspective, poses great difficulty to lifting stones weighing over 5-tons.
Either the pyramid-builders were giants, or at some distant past, the "pulling-force" of Gravity was weaker! Some philosophers have already pointed out to the latter: GRAVITY may not be a stable constant force throughout millennia, therefore, some people, thousands of years ago, were taller, and it is very likely that the giants claim greater sway over smaller ones.
1-* The pianist should be able to rest the hand on the keyboard! Good!
2-* Rest the hands on the tip of the fingers! Lo! Your knuckles would pop up as though propelled by a "lever."
How did the Ancient Egyptians lift such stones and megaliths?
Of course, like any architect, we would need a "broad support and foundation" (resting of the hands on the keyboard), but also levers, pulleys, bars could help ease the difficult task, and why not? We would also need stepping stones (pivots). Without this knowledge, it is impossible to mastering the technical difficulty of pianism.
We would need a powerful ramp to lifting heavy chords up to fortissimo!!!
During my youth, I learned some secrets "the Wrist" from my piano teacher (1986-1993). Though I summarized everything I learned in my Last Supper (1998, which, by the way, won me some place in the making of a Steinway piano), times and circumstances would set limits to my studies on the mechanism of the piano instrument. Later, I shall post a video playing a Chopin Waltz (Phrasing).
How to play Mozart's Sonata in C Major?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=v6xy_wbpies
The wrist is the wheel of the fingers!
Like levers or pulleys to a wise architect in the grandiose scale, a fine pianist would often "lift-up" the wrist (Phrasing), and would also employ "lateral movements" to overcoming difficult technical execution.
With a masterly command of the wrist, effortlessly, one may be able to achieve a veritable spangled gifts of genius, pearly tones, nuances, crescendo and decrescendo, at will, and yet this physical activity may happen "below the threshold of the conscious mind."
One may say that the wrist is for the fingers what is the unconscious mind to the actor (rationality), it is rather instinctual, and its underlying pulses are as subtle and expressive as the shades and nuances of the face.
Quite often, the pianist would consciously strive for "subtleties" with finger-tipped "sensitive action"on the piano, (which is fine), but I would say that the wrist is for the fingers what is the wheel for a ship.
A deft usage of the wrist could give the clever pianist a greater scope of dexterity, flexibility, dynamics and the "suppleness of a snake."
Una frase ('), otra frase ('), otra frase...una frase más!
In-between phrases, a fine pianist would slightly lift-up the wrist!
Mind you, when phrasing, one would need to rise the wrist gently, and then let it fall with the expressive grace of a supple ballerina.
Another important aspect of the wrist is the "timely releasing of any tension" or exhaustion:
Either the pyramid-builders were giants, or at some distant past, the "pulling-force" of Gravity was weaker! Some philosophers have already pointed out to the latter: GRAVITY may not be a stable constant force throughout millennia, therefore, some people, thousands of years ago, were taller, and it is very likely that the giants claim greater sway over smaller ones.
1-* The pianist should be able to rest the hand on the keyboard! Good!
2-* Rest the hands on the tip of the fingers! Lo! Your knuckles would pop up as though propelled by a "lever."
How did the Ancient Egyptians lift such stones and megaliths?
Of course, like any architect, we would need a "broad support and foundation" (resting of the hands on the keyboard), but also levers, pulleys, bars could help ease the difficult task, and why not? We would also need stepping stones (pivots). Without this knowledge, it is impossible to mastering the technical difficulty of pianism.
We would need a powerful ramp to lifting heavy chords up to fortissimo!!!
During my youth, I learned some secrets "the Wrist" from my piano teacher (1986-1993). Though I summarized everything I learned in my Last Supper (1998, which, by the way, won me some place in the making of a Steinway piano), times and circumstances would set limits to my studies on the mechanism of the piano instrument. Later, I shall post a video playing a Chopin Waltz (Phrasing).
How to play Mozart's Sonata in C Major?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=v6xy_wbpies
The wrist is the wheel of the fingers!
Like levers or pulleys to a wise architect in the grandiose scale, a fine pianist would often "lift-up" the wrist (Phrasing), and would also employ "lateral movements" to overcoming difficult technical execution.
With a masterly command of the wrist, effortlessly, one may be able to achieve a veritable spangled gifts of genius, pearly tones, nuances, crescendo and decrescendo, at will, and yet this physical activity may happen "below the threshold of the conscious mind."
One may say that the wrist is for the fingers what is the unconscious mind to the actor (rationality), it is rather instinctual, and its underlying pulses are as subtle and expressive as the shades and nuances of the face.
Quite often, the pianist would consciously strive for "subtleties" with finger-tipped "sensitive action"on the piano, (which is fine), but I would say that the wrist is for the fingers what is the wheel for a ship.
A deft usage of the wrist could give the clever pianist a greater scope of dexterity, flexibility, dynamics and the "suppleness of a snake."
Una frase ('), otra frase ('), otra frase...una frase más!
In-between phrases, a fine pianist would slightly lift-up the wrist!
Mind you, when phrasing, one would need to rise the wrist gently, and then let it fall with the expressive grace of a supple ballerina.
Another important aspect of the wrist is the "timely releasing of any tension" or exhaustion:
Every lifting, by necessity, would require a gently descending, which, thanks to the law of gravity, could economize any unnecessary superfluous exertions. Therefore, between phrases (coma) the pianist, like a lucid speaker, would release any tension.
Most importantly, the musical narrative, as separated by comas and periods (wrist-lifting-sliding) would become more coherent, meaningful and comprehensive.
Finally, keep in mind that "wrist-motion" would greatly affect the action-sensitivity of the piano.
Solitude: Conscious vs Unconscious!
Most importantly, the musical narrative, as separated by comas and periods (wrist-lifting-sliding) would become more coherent, meaningful and comprehensive.
Finally, keep in mind that "wrist-motion" would greatly affect the action-sensitivity of the piano.
Solitude: Conscious vs Unconscious!
