During the Lent Season, most Christians, would remember the passions of the Lord Jesus Christ. If you love the best of Christianity, you may attune your ears to the sublime music of John Sebastian Bach, Mozart, Verdi, Pegorlesi, and the other masters who were able to hear the daunting echoes of spirits, ghosts and angels haunting our existence:
Lacrimosa - Mozart - Organ Transcription by Eddie Beato (Practicing On An Allen Organ))
- https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ox9Ti_eutqQ
In all likelihood, Bach, like Mozart and Beethoven, did believe in the other neighbors (spirits) leaving their marks in our mind and soul.
The best harvest of Christianity, from a musical perspective, found very high forms of expression and religious feelings in the minds of extraordinary people who did believe in God, but also in their interpretation of fate and destiny as determined by the forces of good and evil. This dichotomy between good and evil is what lent fire and passion to this sacred music so profoundly spiritual.
At any event, to enjoy this sublime music, you must be able to hear the other echoes reverberating with profoundest meanings.
Any great human being, however an atheist or theist, would find a higher form of spirituality in the music of the great masters.
If you never felt the chilly thrill of dread or the sublime, you should delete this e-mail. I spilled my thoughts as one has seen the soul through the mirror of the eye.
Of course, overtime, we may say that we all have become inured to the mysteries of good and evil, and now the face of wickedness or innocence may seem to pass on unnoticed.
People of very high moral values, whether we admit it or not, would stand out as though possessing some inexplicable "aura of saintliness or holiness." This is most evident with women, as the female nature is soon affected by the slightest traces of worldliness or reservation, or with lovely people reaching the sunset of their virtuous lives, the countenance would radiate something heavenly, pure, angelic.
Today, it has become increasingly difficult to separate the chaff from the wheat, the sheep from the wolf, and most churches, in the view of some Christians, have been infiltrated by demonic forces bent on the distortion of our loftiest and noblest conceptions of the God of St. Paul.
In the essay below, I dare touch upon this gap, this abysmal chasm between the godly divine Music of Mozart and the din noise of our hellish time.
This conclusion seems to me plausible, that most people, and perhaps I am included here, are living in a world overran with spirits hostile to ideas once believed to have drawn the line between the mysteries of good and evil.
Atheistic people would dare reduce everything to the mathematical probabilities of love, dreams, epiphany, revelations, faith, visions, and all those thrilling feelings emanating from the bosom of the soul to the jurisdiction of their sciences, their "epistemology" and the authority of substantial evidence.
For these dear folks, everyone and everything has to be reduced to mathematical equations, "evidence" and the concreteness of their skepticism.
You pray, my dear, what kind of creature is an atheist?
1-* A human being bereft of any reverence, conscience, pathos or awe for the tomb of his-her mother?
2-* An atheist is a human being who does not appraise life as having any intrinsic meaning, purpose in the blind forces of Mother Nature.
3-* An atheist is a distrustful biped whose excremental view of life is one of antagonism and survival of the fittest.
4-* An atheist is an intelligent human being whose rationality exceeds that of Immanuel Kant (Critique of Pure Reason), Henry D. Thoreau, Henri Bergson and all the School of Transcendentalismo.
..Like me, at times, you probably had your difficult moments coping with a world so rife with challenges, hardships, sufferings, health or financial issues, or any personal issue which may require the propitious assistance of a power beyond my strength, a faith beyond my rationality, an inspirational flight beyond my personal conviction.
Like me, at times, you probably struggled with atheistic ideas, which like corrosive acids, have been affecting the delicate crevices of my psyche with an incomprehensible dislike and rebellion against the lofty feelings of love, compassion and forgiveness.
Today, I would like you to fill your heart with love and forgiveness.
Most of my friends have confessed to me that, a times, they have all struggled with those all-too-human feelings of hatred, resentment, sadness, loss, dejection, frustration, or those sad moments when we feel that our works and labors have been a total disaster.
The worst emotional pains are the loss of a mother or the loss of a beloved soul-bird.
Parents, unable to pay the standard rate-fees of piano lessons at a local church, have called me to let me know how difficult it is to cope with all our needs: their rents, their food, their child's school, their mortgage...
A friend who was my greatly valued friend, due to some disagreement or careless word, would quietly depart along the path of
misunderstanding and distance.
Every day and week, we are all confronted with the task of life. The taskmaster, sometimes, is harsh, demanding and a difficult boss. Nevertheless, when we have a community of supportive friends, who really care for you --for your soul-- the journey of life would be less burdensome.
For some folks, and I sincerely mean this, the journey of life has been one of great music, Great Food, Mother Nature, Arts, God, Spirituality. And if you have your mom alive, give her a tight hug today.
The Lotus Flower and Tales from Other Lands and People (Robert Schumann)
Obviously, as there are flowers of strangest beauty and colors, so there are sundry hearts whose conception of God are neither affected nor confined by the monikers of religion or religious fanaticism and denomination.
In some instances, F. Nietzsche is correct, for there is no greater antichrist than a fanatical Christian unwilling to recognize the loftiest feelings of goodness among some heathens.
In some cases, the heart was actually the stuff of our surprise, for some people are simply good, and this is a mystery. And to my disappointment, many churches are often packed with wolves, cheap people, birds of poor plumage, ouch!, whose sole delight is on the heaven of gossips, envy and din noise!
Of course, in time past, I have a met fantastic Christian in a Muslim friend, or a Jewish friend; and we, as intelligent creatures, would adjust our views in the jurisdiction of our high regards for our friendship beyond the well-known mistakes and fanaticism of our ancestors (I have to include St. Paul who had persecuted Christians in defense of his Hebraic mentality).
These botched folks are the Antichrist, and I have to admit that Nietzsche was correct when he perceived in the conflicting mentality of some pseudo-Christians everything that is botched, degenerate, animalistic, noisy, lecherous, avaricious, decadent and a subterranean denizen from the pits of hells and slums.
(Note: this his is the main reason why I had to stop visiting those religious portals of din-noise in Washington Heights (1996 onward). These Hallelujah-churches seemed to me like little caves inhabited by people of high-flown good intentions, but they cannot rise to the intimate spiritual music of Mozart or G.V. Pergolesi.)
Rightly so, the history of Christianity, like any conter-revolution to any established value-system, has been one of turmoil, wars, fanaticism, witch-haunting, persecution, and so on, and so forth.
But mind you, even the gentlest streams of lakes, glens and ponds, may have had their origination in the chaotic forces of Mother Nature. But once this religious chaos subsides, the lovely streams of various religious systems may come together, nay, may co-exist, in the agreeable music of transcendence: the Walden Pond of Thoreau.
--Is God Dead?
I do believe I was a better Christian when retreating to the wilderness, (1988), but once I joined the New York City International Church of Christ (1992) , these fanatical people killed my God in the heaven of innocence and naturalismo. I later found out that New York City is a cage of queer cults, beehive of demonic forces in the guise of Ministers of Light. Watch out when you join a Church. You may be entering the Gates of Hell.
Therefore, the landscape for a spiritual experience, of the most personal and intimate meaning, say a dream, an epiphany or revelation, is not confined to this faith or that faith in the fallibility of our all too human schism, fanaticism, wars and violence.
A Muslim, a Jew, a Christian, a Hindu, and an Atheist of loftiest sentiments, as sprang from the streams of a good heart like that of David Hume or F. Nietzsche, A. Schopenhauer, may still enjoy the music of Mozart.
But if you can believe that there is some transcendent cohesiveness in the troubled music of existence, namely, a God beyond that of Nietzsche's, or Schopenhauer's blind forces, all competing in this great contest for power, then we may be able to find peace in that sweet music that is soothing, like a gentle breeze, like the heart of a good, innocent child.
Finally, we simply don't know why some people are born with a sensible nature that is bent on the pursuit of spiritual things: Nature, God, Transcendence, Music, Philosophy, etc.
*****************************************
Why I Still Believe in God?
Like most people who have a modicum of rationality, I have been bombarded with atheistic literatures, and some arguments to denying the existence of God are indeed remarkably brilliant, nay, persuasive and compelling.
Atheistic people, as they are too intelligent, would soon flaunt their brilliance through all kinds of arguments to denying the fact that faith and conviction are not grafted in the garb of rationality.
What is sad about these dear folks, is that even Immanuel Kant, who had the greatest intellect according A. Schopenhauer, proved, for all time to come, that even sufficient reason (Critique Of Pure Reason) has limitations to apprehending spiritual things, or metaphysics, which are beyond the realm of mathematics, substantial evidence or the province of science.
Moreover:
Why would an insignificant biped like myself, obviously defective caricature in the comprehensibility of my own befuddled mentality, ask God to turn on my lightbulb so I can see and think clearer?
Why would this god, Yahveh or Jehovah, bother to comply with the self-indulgent demands of this grasshopper of spirituality?
Who am I to ask the God of the Universe to assist me in every silly flightiness into the unknown?
For many years I immersed myself in the vitriolic diatribe of world-renown atheist F. Nietzsche (es una diarrhea filosófica brillante).
Nietzsche' brilliant style and prose won my admiration, but I could not sympathize with his sickly rationalistic ranting. At times, he impressed me as a person afflicted with strangest morbid symptoms of self-aggrandizement, insanity and barbarism.
But of course, I am bound to admit that some of his atheistic arguments are wickedly brilliant and persuasive. He was a brilliant philologist gifted with an anormal tendency to contriving all sorts of negations, oxymorons, contradictions, et. al, to every proportion or statement. Hence, at the end, Nietzsche's writings could be said to suffer from irreconcilable contradictions, which, for the most part, clearly express the conflicting views of a mind riven with dialectical cancellations in the perilous paths of morality, relentless voluptuous intellectual indulgences, and worst of all, a dangerous tendency by some German thinkers: stepping too close to the brink of an existential cliff (peruse George Santayana, Criticism the On the Philosophy of F. Nietzsche).
When I followed the trails of this or that atheistic philosopher, I almost fell headlong into one of these dangerous labyrinths: insanity, barbarism, bestiality, self-aggrandizement, and so on and so forth.
Hence, F. Nietzsche, like most atheists, with their incurable penchant to relying solely on the dint of reason alone, the philosopher had a sad ending.
Without faith, or belief, or transcendence beyond the dichotomy of good and evil in the peaceful realms of blessed beatitudes, F. Nietzsche could not experience the best harvest of a spiritual life: dreams, epiphany, revelations, peace, love, sanity, magnanimity, etc, etc.
My dislike for such atheistic philosophy is one of transcendence and spirituality. I would rather suffer from an abnormal super inflation of spirituality than to succumb to the dour and somber views of A. Schopenhauer or Nietzsche.
If my ship finally sinks from an overload of unnecessary spiritual stuff (nonsense), then, let me die believing that I had always lived this life with purpose and meaning.
Now concerning your inquiry (Mr. CT, my cousin chimpanzee) on my anatomical drainage systems, and whether I have to defecate as often as it is necessary for the conveyance of food into excremental matters or poop, I have no clue why such intelligent a thinker would bring such sustenance into a healthy, instructive conversation on the lofty music of W. A. Mozart?
Moreover, while I may enjoy F. Nietzsche' s elevated prose style to negating the God of Mozart, I am sorry to say that your recurrent shit-interjection to every proposition and argument, does not win my sympathy to striking kindred with human beings of your type.
***************************************
This Dream Is a Reality for All of Us:
How you react to this dream would determine your spiritual strength to coping with the undeniable reality of death for all of us.
This dream, could be the peculiar fancies of my mind afraid of one thousand real facts for all of us: perhaps the influence of one thousand impressions coinciding in the interpretation of my religious feelings.
In this dream, I saw my mother's tomb, as real as I write these notes. I can recall the epitaph, the smooth surface of the stone, and other details appeared to me as real as my heart beating with strangest feelings of sadness and loss.
Offertorium: Hostias - Mozart Requiem - Karajan
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KUZN6IiaR88&rdm=2hfeiymz&noapp=1&layout=mobile&client=mv-google
The scenic aspect of this lovely dream suddenly changed into a bleak world filled with dread, foreboding and horror. Some horrific spirits, ever rambling this gloomy realm, caught sight of me, but I was able to fly away to a safer place.
Meanwhile, the shadows of our dread fixed their cold eyes on me. Mira esos espíritus de la noche! they seemed to be at pains to catch me by some other stratagems.
While I looked around me, a cold fear pierced my heart like a sheet of ice slowly melting on my bosom. I tried to escape this futuristic world as one who sensed something demonic, fatale and gruesome.
All of a sudden, as I stood on mid air, floating, suspended, and rising above the spirits of my dread, further in view, lo! I saw what appeared to be a Deep Valley of Shadows: Psalm 23.
It was a dreadful valley. Enveloped in thick air, mists and the disheartening wailing of cold winds, I was overwhelmed by this sense of falling-depth in the unfathomable reaches of my poor soul.
The Valley of Shadow was not the Pit of Hell, but it was filled with inexplicable sadness and the starless night of one thousand frightening figments.
It took me much painstaking efforts to finally arrive at a climatic appreciation of Mozart's Requiem, especially the introduction, Kyrie, and Domine Jesu (the counterpoints are just beyond my understanding though reprehensibly agreeable). Human beings singing in counterpoints, however in mellifluous Latin, seem to defy our reason while freeing our minds to greater expansiveness and immeasurableness.
The long-held notes, ever-unfolding fugues, especially in the entranced opening of Kyrie, seems to speak of things gloomy, eery, ghostly, and cadaverous.
So frightening and haunting was the elegiac music of Mozart, that I was compelled to stop listening the Kyrie for fear of some dreadful experience with things supernatural in my previous apartment.
At times, I felt as though attuned to the haunting voices of existence. Dreams, and intuitions took into new meanings; solitary places, especially in the woods, had this otherworldly irresistible charm for me.
Even during the cold winters of 2004-2005-2006, an inexplicable urge pulsed me onward to step outside for long walks in the open air.
By the age of 30, it occurred to me that perhaps I had already been prodded with the mark of the human cattle, that I was neither a sheep nor a goat.
The elevation of the human type, as observed by St. Paul and F. Nietzsche, is an arduous process of self-criticism, at times, a furnace of excruciating pains and sufferings, a spiritual amelioration in all the contradictions of existence. We all know that suffering, and solitude, could produce great works of genius.
There were times when my greater moments had the delightfully gloomy appearance of a moon's countenance, or those strangest purpled mountains in yonder spot, or those incomprehensible moments when construing the ineffable language of heartiest stories in the interpretation of a vast river. O man! This is the greatest experience in the music of Claude Debussy.
Lady Selena, la Luna, awoke within me the strangest feelings for the history of humanity. But it was even more fascinating when her face, Claro de Luna, would demurely yield to the gentlest goosebumps of loveliest clouds:
Lacrimosa - Mozart - Organ Transcription by Eddie Beato (Practicing On An Allen Organ))
- https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ox9Ti_eutqQ
In all likelihood, Bach, like Mozart and Beethoven, did believe in the other neighbors (spirits) leaving their marks in our mind and soul.
The best harvest of Christianity, from a musical perspective, found very high forms of expression and religious feelings in the minds of extraordinary people who did believe in God, but also in their interpretation of fate and destiny as determined by the forces of good and evil. This dichotomy between good and evil is what lent fire and passion to this sacred music so profoundly spiritual.
At any event, to enjoy this sublime music, you must be able to hear the other echoes reverberating with profoundest meanings.
Any great human being, however an atheist or theist, would find a higher form of spirituality in the music of the great masters.
If you never felt the chilly thrill of dread or the sublime, you should delete this e-mail. I spilled my thoughts as one has seen the soul through the mirror of the eye.
Of course, overtime, we may say that we all have become inured to the mysteries of good and evil, and now the face of wickedness or innocence may seem to pass on unnoticed.
People of very high moral values, whether we admit it or not, would stand out as though possessing some inexplicable "aura of saintliness or holiness." This is most evident with women, as the female nature is soon affected by the slightest traces of worldliness or reservation, or with lovely people reaching the sunset of their virtuous lives, the countenance would radiate something heavenly, pure, angelic.
Today, it has become increasingly difficult to separate the chaff from the wheat, the sheep from the wolf, and most churches, in the view of some Christians, have been infiltrated by demonic forces bent on the distortion of our loftiest and noblest conceptions of the God of St. Paul.
In the essay below, I dare touch upon this gap, this abysmal chasm between the godly divine Music of Mozart and the din noise of our hellish time.
This conclusion seems to me plausible, that most people, and perhaps I am included here, are living in a world overran with spirits hostile to ideas once believed to have drawn the line between the mysteries of good and evil.
Atheistic people would dare reduce everything to the mathematical probabilities of love, dreams, epiphany, revelations, faith, visions, and all those thrilling feelings emanating from the bosom of the soul to the jurisdiction of their sciences, their "epistemology" and the authority of substantial evidence.
For these dear folks, everyone and everything has to be reduced to mathematical equations, "evidence" and the concreteness of their skepticism.
You pray, my dear, what kind of creature is an atheist?
1-* A human being bereft of any reverence, conscience, pathos or awe for the tomb of his-her mother?
2-* An atheist is a human being who does not appraise life as having any intrinsic meaning, purpose in the blind forces of Mother Nature.
3-* An atheist is a distrustful biped whose excremental view of life is one of antagonism and survival of the fittest.
4-* An atheist is an intelligent human being whose rationality exceeds that of Immanuel Kant (Critique of Pure Reason), Henry D. Thoreau, Henri Bergson and all the School of Transcendentalismo.
..Like me, at times, you probably had your difficult moments coping with a world so rife with challenges, hardships, sufferings, health or financial issues, or any personal issue which may require the propitious assistance of a power beyond my strength, a faith beyond my rationality, an inspirational flight beyond my personal conviction.
Like me, at times, you probably struggled with atheistic ideas, which like corrosive acids, have been affecting the delicate crevices of my psyche with an incomprehensible dislike and rebellion against the lofty feelings of love, compassion and forgiveness.
Today, I would like you to fill your heart with love and forgiveness.
Most of my friends have confessed to me that, a times, they have all struggled with those all-too-human feelings of hatred, resentment, sadness, loss, dejection, frustration, or those sad moments when we feel that our works and labors have been a total disaster.
The worst emotional pains are the loss of a mother or the loss of a beloved soul-bird.
Parents, unable to pay the standard rate-fees of piano lessons at a local church, have called me to let me know how difficult it is to cope with all our needs: their rents, their food, their child's school, their mortgage...
A friend who was my greatly valued friend, due to some disagreement or careless word, would quietly depart along the path of
misunderstanding and distance.
Every day and week, we are all confronted with the task of life. The taskmaster, sometimes, is harsh, demanding and a difficult boss. Nevertheless, when we have a community of supportive friends, who really care for you --for your soul-- the journey of life would be less burdensome.
For some folks, and I sincerely mean this, the journey of life has been one of great music, Great Food, Mother Nature, Arts, God, Spirituality. And if you have your mom alive, give her a tight hug today.
The Lotus Flower and Tales from Other Lands and People (Robert Schumann)
Obviously, as there are flowers of strangest beauty and colors, so there are sundry hearts whose conception of God are neither affected nor confined by the monikers of religion or religious fanaticism and denomination.
In some instances, F. Nietzsche is correct, for there is no greater antichrist than a fanatical Christian unwilling to recognize the loftiest feelings of goodness among some heathens.
In some cases, the heart was actually the stuff of our surprise, for some people are simply good, and this is a mystery. And to my disappointment, many churches are often packed with wolves, cheap people, birds of poor plumage, ouch!, whose sole delight is on the heaven of gossips, envy and din noise!
Of course, in time past, I have a met fantastic Christian in a Muslim friend, or a Jewish friend; and we, as intelligent creatures, would adjust our views in the jurisdiction of our high regards for our friendship beyond the well-known mistakes and fanaticism of our ancestors (I have to include St. Paul who had persecuted Christians in defense of his Hebraic mentality).
These botched folks are the Antichrist, and I have to admit that Nietzsche was correct when he perceived in the conflicting mentality of some pseudo-Christians everything that is botched, degenerate, animalistic, noisy, lecherous, avaricious, decadent and a subterranean denizen from the pits of hells and slums.
(Note: this his is the main reason why I had to stop visiting those religious portals of din-noise in Washington Heights (1996 onward). These Hallelujah-churches seemed to me like little caves inhabited by people of high-flown good intentions, but they cannot rise to the intimate spiritual music of Mozart or G.V. Pergolesi.)
Rightly so, the history of Christianity, like any conter-revolution to any established value-system, has been one of turmoil, wars, fanaticism, witch-haunting, persecution, and so on, and so forth.
But mind you, even the gentlest streams of lakes, glens and ponds, may have had their origination in the chaotic forces of Mother Nature. But once this religious chaos subsides, the lovely streams of various religious systems may come together, nay, may co-exist, in the agreeable music of transcendence: the Walden Pond of Thoreau.
--Is God Dead?
I do believe I was a better Christian when retreating to the wilderness, (1988), but once I joined the New York City International Church of Christ (1992) , these fanatical people killed my God in the heaven of innocence and naturalismo. I later found out that New York City is a cage of queer cults, beehive of demonic forces in the guise of Ministers of Light. Watch out when you join a Church. You may be entering the Gates of Hell.
Therefore, the landscape for a spiritual experience, of the most personal and intimate meaning, say a dream, an epiphany or revelation, is not confined to this faith or that faith in the fallibility of our all too human schism, fanaticism, wars and violence.
A Muslim, a Jew, a Christian, a Hindu, and an Atheist of loftiest sentiments, as sprang from the streams of a good heart like that of David Hume or F. Nietzsche, A. Schopenhauer, may still enjoy the music of Mozart.
But if you can believe that there is some transcendent cohesiveness in the troubled music of existence, namely, a God beyond that of Nietzsche's, or Schopenhauer's blind forces, all competing in this great contest for power, then we may be able to find peace in that sweet music that is soothing, like a gentle breeze, like the heart of a good, innocent child.
Finally, we simply don't know why some people are born with a sensible nature that is bent on the pursuit of spiritual things: Nature, God, Transcendence, Music, Philosophy, etc.
*****************************************
Why I Still Believe in God?
Like most people who have a modicum of rationality, I have been bombarded with atheistic literatures, and some arguments to denying the existence of God are indeed remarkably brilliant, nay, persuasive and compelling.
Atheistic people, as they are too intelligent, would soon flaunt their brilliance through all kinds of arguments to denying the fact that faith and conviction are not grafted in the garb of rationality.
What is sad about these dear folks, is that even Immanuel Kant, who had the greatest intellect according A. Schopenhauer, proved, for all time to come, that even sufficient reason (Critique Of Pure Reason) has limitations to apprehending spiritual things, or metaphysics, which are beyond the realm of mathematics, substantial evidence or the province of science.
Moreover:
Why would an insignificant biped like myself, obviously defective caricature in the comprehensibility of my own befuddled mentality, ask God to turn on my lightbulb so I can see and think clearer?
Why would this god, Yahveh or Jehovah, bother to comply with the self-indulgent demands of this grasshopper of spirituality?
Who am I to ask the God of the Universe to assist me in every silly flightiness into the unknown?
For many years I immersed myself in the vitriolic diatribe of world-renown atheist F. Nietzsche (es una diarrhea filosófica brillante).
Nietzsche' brilliant style and prose won my admiration, but I could not sympathize with his sickly rationalistic ranting. At times, he impressed me as a person afflicted with strangest morbid symptoms of self-aggrandizement, insanity and barbarism.
But of course, I am bound to admit that some of his atheistic arguments are wickedly brilliant and persuasive. He was a brilliant philologist gifted with an anormal tendency to contriving all sorts of negations, oxymorons, contradictions, et. al, to every proportion or statement. Hence, at the end, Nietzsche's writings could be said to suffer from irreconcilable contradictions, which, for the most part, clearly express the conflicting views of a mind riven with dialectical cancellations in the perilous paths of morality, relentless voluptuous intellectual indulgences, and worst of all, a dangerous tendency by some German thinkers: stepping too close to the brink of an existential cliff (peruse George Santayana, Criticism the On the Philosophy of F. Nietzsche).
When I followed the trails of this or that atheistic philosopher, I almost fell headlong into one of these dangerous labyrinths: insanity, barbarism, bestiality, self-aggrandizement, and so on and so forth.
Hence, F. Nietzsche, like most atheists, with their incurable penchant to relying solely on the dint of reason alone, the philosopher had a sad ending.
Without faith, or belief, or transcendence beyond the dichotomy of good and evil in the peaceful realms of blessed beatitudes, F. Nietzsche could not experience the best harvest of a spiritual life: dreams, epiphany, revelations, peace, love, sanity, magnanimity, etc, etc.
My dislike for such atheistic philosophy is one of transcendence and spirituality. I would rather suffer from an abnormal super inflation of spirituality than to succumb to the dour and somber views of A. Schopenhauer or Nietzsche.
If my ship finally sinks from an overload of unnecessary spiritual stuff (nonsense), then, let me die believing that I had always lived this life with purpose and meaning.
Now concerning your inquiry (Mr. CT, my cousin chimpanzee) on my anatomical drainage systems, and whether I have to defecate as often as it is necessary for the conveyance of food into excremental matters or poop, I have no clue why such intelligent a thinker would bring such sustenance into a healthy, instructive conversation on the lofty music of W. A. Mozart?
Moreover, while I may enjoy F. Nietzsche' s elevated prose style to negating the God of Mozart, I am sorry to say that your recurrent shit-interjection to every proposition and argument, does not win my sympathy to striking kindred with human beings of your type.
***************************************
This Dream Is a Reality for All of Us:
How you react to this dream would determine your spiritual strength to coping with the undeniable reality of death for all of us.
This dream, could be the peculiar fancies of my mind afraid of one thousand real facts for all of us: perhaps the influence of one thousand impressions coinciding in the interpretation of my religious feelings.
In this dream, I saw my mother's tomb, as real as I write these notes. I can recall the epitaph, the smooth surface of the stone, and other details appeared to me as real as my heart beating with strangest feelings of sadness and loss.
Offertorium: Hostias - Mozart Requiem - Karajan
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KUZN6IiaR88&rdm=2hfeiymz&noapp=1&layout=mobile&client=mv-google
The scenic aspect of this lovely dream suddenly changed into a bleak world filled with dread, foreboding and horror. Some horrific spirits, ever rambling this gloomy realm, caught sight of me, but I was able to fly away to a safer place.
Meanwhile, the shadows of our dread fixed their cold eyes on me. Mira esos espíritus de la noche! they seemed to be at pains to catch me by some other stratagems.
While I looked around me, a cold fear pierced my heart like a sheet of ice slowly melting on my bosom. I tried to escape this futuristic world as one who sensed something demonic, fatale and gruesome.
All of a sudden, as I stood on mid air, floating, suspended, and rising above the spirits of my dread, further in view, lo! I saw what appeared to be a Deep Valley of Shadows: Psalm 23.
It was a dreadful valley. Enveloped in thick air, mists and the disheartening wailing of cold winds, I was overwhelmed by this sense of falling-depth in the unfathomable reaches of my poor soul.
The Valley of Shadow was not the Pit of Hell, but it was filled with inexplicable sadness and the starless night of one thousand frightening figments.
It took me much painstaking efforts to finally arrive at a climatic appreciation of Mozart's Requiem, especially the introduction, Kyrie, and Domine Jesu (the counterpoints are just beyond my understanding though reprehensibly agreeable). Human beings singing in counterpoints, however in mellifluous Latin, seem to defy our reason while freeing our minds to greater expansiveness and immeasurableness.
The long-held notes, ever-unfolding fugues, especially in the entranced opening of Kyrie, seems to speak of things gloomy, eery, ghostly, and cadaverous.
So frightening and haunting was the elegiac music of Mozart, that I was compelled to stop listening the Kyrie for fear of some dreadful experience with things supernatural in my previous apartment.
At times, I felt as though attuned to the haunting voices of existence. Dreams, and intuitions took into new meanings; solitary places, especially in the woods, had this otherworldly irresistible charm for me.
Even during the cold winters of 2004-2005-2006, an inexplicable urge pulsed me onward to step outside for long walks in the open air.
By the age of 30, it occurred to me that perhaps I had already been prodded with the mark of the human cattle, that I was neither a sheep nor a goat.
The elevation of the human type, as observed by St. Paul and F. Nietzsche, is an arduous process of self-criticism, at times, a furnace of excruciating pains and sufferings, a spiritual amelioration in all the contradictions of existence. We all know that suffering, and solitude, could produce great works of genius.
There were times when my greater moments had the delightfully gloomy appearance of a moon's countenance, or those strangest purpled mountains in yonder spot, or those incomprehensible moments when construing the ineffable language of heartiest stories in the interpretation of a vast river. O man! This is the greatest experience in the music of Claude Debussy.
Lady Selena, la Luna, awoke within me the strangest feelings for the history of humanity. But it was even more fascinating when her face, Claro de Luna, would demurely yield to the gentlest goosebumps of loveliest clouds:
Beethoven Sonata Op.27 N.2 Moonlight - Cristiana Pegoraro, piano - YouTube
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hnMqIhOTjPg
What intimate language may these errant clouds speak to my soul!
From this perspective, people who fail to appreciate the Moonlight Sonata of Beethoven, are already dead or doomed.
Many Christians would be denied access to the seating throne of Mozart's God.
Domine Jesu by Mozart | Hebert Von Karajan- Conductor:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pQJzln_Wjtg
Mozart Requiem Rex Tremendae (Karajan) - YouTube
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=C4nazch9qe4
Once in a while, as though guided by the sotto voce of Fate, one may come across a recording that could prove a lasting impression in our mind. The first time I heard this version (year 2003) as conducted by maestro Karajan, I was thunderstruck with terror and awe for these daunting voices resounding with strangest mysteries, dread & beauty.
There are many wonderful renditions of the Rex Tremendae Majesty by Mozart, but Hebert Van Karajan, has left us one of the best versions I have ever heard. This opinion may seem subjective, for we all seem to be attached to the first impression, but perhaps you too, my dear friend, could feel the dread of Mozart's heart in his uncanny interpretation of things delightfully creepy and thrilling! REX! Sends shivers down my spine.
El terror y la belleza finalmente hallan al genio!
The tempo, a bit slower than most hasty recordings of other less capable conductors, seems to find my approval in the threshold of Mozart's incomparable barbarian heart for the thrill of dread and terror!
Esta música tiene algo de expectación, suspendo, terror y belleza por algo terriblemente divino, inefable, majestuoso. Como compositor dramático y serio, Mozart podría competir con Beethoven y Rachmaninov, Scriabin, pero creo que el genio Austriaco es supremo en su excelsa inspiración con poca digresión a lo meramente mortal. Mozart mantiene su afflatus hasta el final.
Mozart puede sostener una inspiración, sin digresión, como pocos mortales lo han logrado en el templo de Musa.
Bernstein About Beethoven,
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=U14iJzdPtWI
Música que eleva en los misterios de Dios:
Creo que el famoso conductor Leonardo Bernstein era creyente, pero no estoy seguro. El no era un Ateo.
Berstein, como yo, creía que algunos seres humanos, siempre mantienen ese niño inocente en lo más lindo de una persona.
Mi favorito compositor para música religiosa es Mozart. Creo que su Misa en Do menor, como su Réquiem, alcanzan lo más bello y puro en melodías y armonías que parecen surgir y resonar con ecos inefables. El efecto tendría algo así como de un bautismo en las mismas fuentes del cielo.
Desde años escuchaba la música de los románticos del siglo dieciocho, Chopin, Liszt, Rachmaninov, Scriabin, entre otros, pero cuando escuché a Mozart, su Misa en Do menor, sentí como si un misterio se me hubiese revelado: es una Epifanía!
Mozart - Requiem - Introit & Kyrie - Herreweghe - YouTube
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GC_m_5Ow7ec
Beethoven, por supuesto, es el compositor para el alma que se busca en las nocturnas horas del misterio. Sonata del Claro de Luna, quien no pueda apreciar esta música debe buscar ayuda...está muerto o no ha vivido! Así me dijo un viejo Alemán, que desde años había vivido en Moca, República Dominicana.
Este solitario hombre había dejado atrás su querida patria Alemania, y ahora vivía en un mundo diferente, un país inocente cuyos paisajes silvestres recompensaban su anhelo por los Bosques de Viena.
Los Alemanes se irían para las cumbres de Moca, y desde estas excelsas montañas, el pavor de profundos valles y caminos inescrutables, tendrían algo de misterio y fascinación. Caminante no hay camino...se hace camino al andar.
Pero es Beethoven tan famoso en la comunidad Dominicana?
Si lo era. También Franz Schubert era famoso. Pero con el pasar de los años, estos espíritus del ayer están ya relegado al cementerio de tiempos pasados.
Durante la Semana Santa, Radio Santa Maria difundiría la música de los grandes maestros. Pero con el pasar de los años, muchas cosas han cambiado, y la música de Beethoven, como la de Juan Sebastián Bach, ya no es tan apreciada. Para algunas personas, esta música puede causar terror y espanto.
Por primera vez, en el año 1983, escuché el Preludio en Re menor de Bach. La impresión y efecto hallaría reciprocidad en un niño acostumbrado a las promesas de montañas, ríos y nubes que se desenvuelve en la posibilidad del paraíso dentro de uno.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hnMqIhOTjPg
What intimate language may these errant clouds speak to my soul!
From this perspective, people who fail to appreciate the Moonlight Sonata of Beethoven, are already dead or doomed.
Many Christians would be denied access to the seating throne of Mozart's God.
Domine Jesu by Mozart | Hebert Von Karajan- Conductor:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pQJzln_Wjtg
Mozart Requiem Rex Tremendae (Karajan) - YouTube
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=C4nazch9qe4
Once in a while, as though guided by the sotto voce of Fate, one may come across a recording that could prove a lasting impression in our mind. The first time I heard this version (year 2003) as conducted by maestro Karajan, I was thunderstruck with terror and awe for these daunting voices resounding with strangest mysteries, dread & beauty.
There are many wonderful renditions of the Rex Tremendae Majesty by Mozart, but Hebert Van Karajan, has left us one of the best versions I have ever heard. This opinion may seem subjective, for we all seem to be attached to the first impression, but perhaps you too, my dear friend, could feel the dread of Mozart's heart in his uncanny interpretation of things delightfully creepy and thrilling! REX! Sends shivers down my spine.
El terror y la belleza finalmente hallan al genio!
The tempo, a bit slower than most hasty recordings of other less capable conductors, seems to find my approval in the threshold of Mozart's incomparable barbarian heart for the thrill of dread and terror!
Esta música tiene algo de expectación, suspendo, terror y belleza por algo terriblemente divino, inefable, majestuoso. Como compositor dramático y serio, Mozart podría competir con Beethoven y Rachmaninov, Scriabin, pero creo que el genio Austriaco es supremo en su excelsa inspiración con poca digresión a lo meramente mortal. Mozart mantiene su afflatus hasta el final.
Mozart puede sostener una inspiración, sin digresión, como pocos mortales lo han logrado en el templo de Musa.
Bernstein About Beethoven,
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=U14iJzdPtWI
Música que eleva en los misterios de Dios:
Creo que el famoso conductor Leonardo Bernstein era creyente, pero no estoy seguro. El no era un Ateo.
Berstein, como yo, creía que algunos seres humanos, siempre mantienen ese niño inocente en lo más lindo de una persona.
Mi favorito compositor para música religiosa es Mozart. Creo que su Misa en Do menor, como su Réquiem, alcanzan lo más bello y puro en melodías y armonías que parecen surgir y resonar con ecos inefables. El efecto tendría algo así como de un bautismo en las mismas fuentes del cielo.
Desde años escuchaba la música de los románticos del siglo dieciocho, Chopin, Liszt, Rachmaninov, Scriabin, entre otros, pero cuando escuché a Mozart, su Misa en Do menor, sentí como si un misterio se me hubiese revelado: es una Epifanía!
Mozart - Requiem - Introit & Kyrie - Herreweghe - YouTube
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GC_m_5Ow7ec
Beethoven, por supuesto, es el compositor para el alma que se busca en las nocturnas horas del misterio. Sonata del Claro de Luna, quien no pueda apreciar esta música debe buscar ayuda...está muerto o no ha vivido! Así me dijo un viejo Alemán, que desde años había vivido en Moca, República Dominicana.
Este solitario hombre había dejado atrás su querida patria Alemania, y ahora vivía en un mundo diferente, un país inocente cuyos paisajes silvestres recompensaban su anhelo por los Bosques de Viena.
Los Alemanes se irían para las cumbres de Moca, y desde estas excelsas montañas, el pavor de profundos valles y caminos inescrutables, tendrían algo de misterio y fascinación. Caminante no hay camino...se hace camino al andar.
Pero es Beethoven tan famoso en la comunidad Dominicana?
Si lo era. También Franz Schubert era famoso. Pero con el pasar de los años, estos espíritus del ayer están ya relegado al cementerio de tiempos pasados.
Durante la Semana Santa, Radio Santa Maria difundiría la música de los grandes maestros. Pero con el pasar de los años, muchas cosas han cambiado, y la música de Beethoven, como la de Juan Sebastián Bach, ya no es tan apreciada. Para algunas personas, esta música puede causar terror y espanto.
Por primera vez, en el año 1983, escuché el Preludio en Re menor de Bach. La impresión y efecto hallaría reciprocidad en un niño acostumbrado a las promesas de montañas, ríos y nubes que se desenvuelve en la posibilidad del paraíso dentro de uno.
