Chiar mă deranjează atenţia care i se dă acestui profesoraş de istorie de la Tulcea, pe numele său Crin Antonescu. Măcar nea Traian avea o meserie – era Căpitan de vas, om încercat pe valurile oceanelor lumii… Ce este Crin? O paiaţă a celor care strigau ca nişte descreieraţi JOS ILIESCU în Bucureştii imunzi ai anilor ‘90… Iar propunerea Sasului Klaus Johannis mi se pare strigătoare la Cer şi jignitoare pentru mine ca Român în Ţara Românească. Dacă ajunge Sasul Prim Ministru, repudiez ideologic alianţa socio-liberală…

De unde şi până unde a ajuns Crinache Arbiter Elegantiarum în politikia dâmboviţeană?! Voi credeţi că poate Crinul să dicteze ce şi cum pot vota cei care i-au acordat încrederea în turul 1? Mai degrabă dreapta liberală va vota Traian Băsescu, care a înfierat cu mânie proletară comunismul pe vremea celebrului Tismeniţki…

Eu cred că Domnul Crin este victima răzbunării Grecului Tăriceanu… Călin nu l-a iertat niciodată pe acest impostor că i-a luat locul care i se cuvenea, prin Naştere, Tradiţie, Nobleţe, Educaţie şi Prestanţă – acela de Lider al Opoziţiei Autentice de Dreapta. Cred că l-a pus la înaintare în cadrul acestei alianţe stânga-dreapta PSD-PNL, pentru al compromite în ochii dreptacilor autentici şi a pregăti debarcarea lui în maxim 6 luni… Istoria va dovedi dacă am sau nu dreptate.

Nu întinează oare Crin idealurile Dreptei aliându-se cu urmaşii ideologici lui Ion Iliescu?

S-ar putea ca Românii să nu fie chiar atât de naivi cum ar dori Crin şi să respingă ideea străină a unui Prim Ministru sas şi să voteze pentru Traian Băsescu în mare număr în Turul Doi…

Un Prim Ministru minoritar! O greşeală de imagine pe care un Strateg Desăvârşit ca Ion Iliescu sau un Genial Bărbat de Stat ca Adrian Năstase nu şi-ar fi permis-o! Cred că Mircea Geoană se află în aceeaşi poziţie în PSD ca şi Crin în PNL – şi după ce vor pierde alegerile vom vedea cine conduce cu adevărat şi PSD-ul şi PNL-ul, pentru că aceştia doi sunt doar imagini ale Puterii, nu substanţa ei, neavând cum să fie, din punct de vedere ontologic, în primul rând.

O dedicaţie pentru Clasa Politică Românească –  Las Mañanitas, i. e. Mica Diminineaţă, The Little Morning… un fel de La Mulţi Ani mexiacan!

Mercurio come fonte di messaggi magici da inviare e ricevere

Il Mercurio Karmico e il caduceo della trasmutazione nella metamorfosi

Sacro Graal COPPA DA CUI BERE IL NETTARE DELLA CONOSCENZA

Se di poeti si parlasse e di parole si vivesse forse staremmo con loro vicino al cuore puro. 

Continua …Re Artù: astrologia karmica scopri dov’è il tuo Mercurio nella carta astrale 

Il Mercurio o Hermes Ermete pensiero karmico vivificatore e realizzatore del Graal

Condividi domenica 22 febbraio 2009 alle ore 12.16 || 

Mercurio, nelle case astrologiche è la nostra lampadina per uscire dal buio karmico, è la reminiscenza dell’ IPER-URANIO platonico

Mercurio nelle dodici case astrologiche della mappa natale

In prima casa : Mercurio rifugge la comunicazione sociale e si sofferma sulle valenze dell’Io, il pensiero karmiko corre verso azioni o omissioni da realizzare ,è l’inizio della consapevolezza dei primordi delle forme e dei contenuti karmici, si inizia ad intravedere il progetto di vita, mete personali egoistiche, , fortemente carismatico anche all’eccesso di furberia, sarà personaggio ispiratore di nuove visioni di pensiero non massificato nella scoperta della meccanica delle cose, Il karma potrebbe imbrigliarlo nella presunzione delle idee. SPIRITO KARMIKO MECCANICO

In seconda casa: lo spirito mercuriale si appresta a far fruttare le idee attraverso azioni di accrescimento mentale, letture di libri, pitture,etc…trattenendo possessivamente ciò che più gli procura piacere, un pensiero pigro ma edonistico che vuole raggiungere l’amplesso mentale attraverso l’alchimia dei metalli, Il karma potrebbe costringerlo alla congestione della mente SPIRITO KARMICO ESPANSIVO 

 In terza casa: qui Mercurio è al top , vede le cime del cielo, dell’universo, accoglie l’infinito, sente tutti i metalli e le forme molecolari ed atomiche nella biologia e nella chimica organica ed inorganica, è la triade karmica la famosa croce latina unita alla mezza luna,spirito corpo e anima, l’unità degli intenti terrestri assoggettata alle forme celesti.Spirito spaziale e libero, il karma potrebbe imbrigliarlo.SPIRITO KARMICO AUTONOMO 

 Nella quarta casa : Mercurio ricorda ,passa attraverso emozioni e istinti di conservazione , percepisce altre esistenze, conversa con l’inconscio individuale e collettivo, accoglie il germe ricettivo della mente irrazionale, si fonde e si uniforma ai sentimenti umani. Il karma potrebbe portarlo a forme regressive di pensiero.SPIRITO KARMICO ARCHEOLOGICO  

Exalibur la forza della pace e messaggio portatore di spiritualità Mercuriale

Nella quinta casa: Mercurio crea manifesta tutta la sua totalità di pensiero, espande ed irradia la consapevolezza della grandezza delle idee, volge l’azione verso imprese sociali dove la manifestazione artistica della mente si compiace nella pienezza del progetto terrestre prodotto dalle stelle. Pensiero che compie grandi opere immortali, rischi di alienazione della mente.SPIRITO KARMICO ARTISTA

  Nella sesta casa : Mercurio trova qui la sua esaltante collocazione naturale nel precedere e nell’aggirare gli ostacoli del karma, facendo assurgere alla sua continuità di allenamento quotidiano della mente l’elisir di lunga vita, attraverso continue esplorazioni analitiche delle idee e nei dubbi delle stesse porta a creare principi ispiratori universali,il karma potrebbe creare insicurezze mentali. SPIRITO KARMICO UNIVERSALE

 Nella settima casa : Hermes cerca le associazioni mentali e spirituali, spazia con i pensieri logici in vista di quelli analogici, li coadiuva, li rende perfetti e li unisce in un tutt’uno tra loro, li armonizza con i dettami celesti e li fa confluire attraverso forme e contenuti di innesco degli elementi, dosando e misurando tutte le forme comunicative, il karma potrebbe sottacere un essenza di squilibrio della mente.SPIRITO KARMICO ARMONIZZANTE

Nell’ottava casa: Mercurio cerca di far morire vecchie idee porta la mente a scavare nei sottosuoli del’anima, risale e vola verso le stelle per vedere se in queste esistono le composizioni chimiche che ha trovato, recide ciò che non serve e rende la mente utile alla sopravvvenza del corpo, il karma potrebbe attuare questo attraverso l’uso illecito di allucinogeni.SPIRITO KARMIKO MISTIFICATORE

Nella nona casa : Mercurio sottace a forme di pensiero che spaziano oltre i confini del visibile, raggiunge le sfere celesti e le oltrepassa, grandi facoltà spirituali, lo spirito vede e percepisce idee di altre galassie, si confronta con ciò che non è dimostrabile nel momento in cui si manifesta il pensiero, prevede il futuro e amplia gli orizzonti e spezza le catene mentali, il karma potrebbe causare dissociazioni mentali.SPIRITO KARMICO EXTRATERRESTRE

Nella decima casa : Ecco che Mercurio ambisce e si mostra nella sua durezza di pensiero e di fissità rude e poco adattabile alle circostanze celesti, dissacra il non dimostrabile, si fissa su preconcetti e certezze dimostrabili tangibilmente, svetta nelle politiche autoritarie e segue la massa involutiva, un Mercurio che perde lo spirito e che anela solo all’egoistico piacere di conquista del corpo, si svilisce e pena, non produce pensiero e si aliena l’esistenza, convinto nei suoi dogmi imprenscindibili, il karma potrebbe manifestarsi con mancanza di fantasia.SPIRITO KARMIKO ARIDO 

Nell’undicesima casa : lo Spirito divino scende a compromessi con se stesso vuole sovvertire l’ordine delle cose, non gli piace vedere negli altri la mancanza di uniformità al suo volere, Urano, è dietro, Saturno anche… Urano disdegnava i figli avuti da Gea, sua moglie, la Terra, tra cui anche Saturno, quindi lo spirito annienta e distrugge tutto quello che di corporale e materiale viene prodotto anche se proviene dalle stesse sue idee, il karma potrebbe bloccare l’evoluzione del pensiero castrandolo.SPIRITO KARMICO CONSERVATORE

Nella dodicesima casa : Lo Spirito incontra se stesso attraverso la salvezza di Venere dalle acque di Nettuno, dando benevolenza alle idee di sussistenza della bellezza delle idee e del vagare delle stesse alla ricerca dell’epoche future nella reminiscenza del passato,dove si possa avere la pace e la tranquillità, idee manifestate e racchiuse nell’ecologia e nella trasformazione delle cose per asservire le stelle nello loro divenire rinfrescanti e serene, il karma potrebbe rinchiudere lo spirito attraverso la confusione delle idee.SPIRITO KARMIKO RIGENERATORE.Mercurialmente devota vi invito alla trasmissione del pensiero… in ossequio al mio Giove e ai miti di Platone sulla reincarnazione e sull’immortalità delle idee, non dobbiamo cercare in altre culture l’astrologia karmica, le nostre fonti storiche sono la filosofia greca e i miti celti.
   

RE ARTU’ E IL MERCURIO KARMICO DEL Graal

Este vorba de casa în care s-a născut Adolf Hitler, clădire situată în Brannau-am-Inn. Hitler s-a născut pe data de 20 aprilie 1889, într-o cameră închiriată de părinţii săi la primul etaj al clădirii cu trei etaje situată pe Salzburger Vorstadt, numărul 15. Familia a locuit acolo până în anul 1892, când s-au mutat la Linz.

Preţul cerut de proprietară este destul de piperat, undeva între 2 şi 3 milioane de euro. Primăria micului oraş ar dori să o achiziţioneze, pentru a evita transformarea acestui spaţiu într-un sanctuar al nazismului. Dar, din păcate, nu dispune de fondurile necesare, solicitând în acest sens şi Guvernul austriac.

Istoria casei este una interesantă… Imobilul a fost cosntruit în secolul al XIX-lea. După ascensiunea lui Hitler, Martin Bormann a cumpărat imobilul cu fonduri ale Partidului Naţional-Socialist (Nazist); o mărturie a acestei acţiuni a lui Martin Bormann sunt cele două iniţiale M B forjate în fier, care mai subzistă pe poarta casei. Casa a fost declarată monument naţional. Casa a fost transformată de nazişti într-un centru cultural şi era vizitată de către cei care doreau să vadă locul naşterii Führerului.

La venirea trupelor americane, naziştii fanatici au încercat să o arunce clădirea în aer, pentru a nu cădea în mâinile duşmanilor, dar clădirea a rezistat. După război, casa a fost retrocedată familiei Pommer în 1952. Apoi, clădirea a adăpostit pe rând o bibliotecă publică, o şcoală, o bancă, un institut tehnic şi chiar… un adăpost pentru persoane cu dizabilităţi.

Părerea mea personală este că scoaterea la licitaţie a casei de naştere a lui Hitler nu este deloc întâmplătoare. În vremuri de Criză, oamenii sunt atraşi de ideologiile extremiste.

Sursa informaţiilor: Camelia Ciobanu, articolul Casa lui Hitler, bau baul din Brannau, din Ziua.

P.S. LATER EDIT

I-am propus lui Adrian Năstase să achiziţioneze el edificiul. Pentru că, nu-i aşa, austriac este după bunicii materni, Bunker are deja în Zambaccian şi, argument suprem!, ar putea să organizeze un frumos Muzeu! Să vedem dacă aprobă comentariul…

Plus că ar putea deveni Năstase – 5 case, dintre care una cu plus-valoare, vorba lui Marx… Custode ar putea fi la intrare Traian Băsescu, dacă o fi prins vreo brumă de germană pe la Anvers, sau mai bine Flutur, “care este” bucovinean…

P.P.S. FINAL EDIT

Da, a apobat impertinentul comentariu şi chiar a şi răspuns! Încă o dată se dovedeşte că Adrian Năstase este Homme d’Esprit, ca să nu zic Geistlich

Ba încă a avut şi bunul simţ să-mi ureze La Mulţi Ani!, astăzi fiind, după cum se ştie, Sfinţii Arhangheli Mihai şi Gavril. Iar Mihnea…

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Thought that might get your attention (sorry!).

The first opera recording I ever bought was Marek Janowski’s recording of Wagner’s Ring Cycle.  Soon after I found a copy of Ernest Newman’s excellent Wagner Nights in a second hand bookshop and it quickly became my bible for all things Ring-related. A few weeks later the flat I lived in was burgled and my bag (containing the copy of Wagner Nights) was nicked.

Fast forward a few years to the other week when I finally got round to replacing it with a copy off Ebay for 99p. Flicking through I came to the chapter on Die Meistersinger… and found this:

Meistersinger 1957 ticket

A couple of days later, in the Parsifal chapter I found this:

Parsifal 1957 ticket

99p for a great book and two Bayreuth tickets, not bad!

Matt

Hace ya más de treinta años que estuve charlando con el compositor español Luis de Pablo en su casa, en las afueras de Madrid,  y ahora, que en los próximos días va a recibir el Premio Tomás Luis de Victoria, me llegan aún los ecos de aquella grata conversación.

“Un creador – me dijo entonces Luis de Pablo – es una persona que ante todo aquello que contempla lo puede traducir fácilmente en su especialidad: sabiéndolo o sin saberlo, porque el ser humano va almacenando cosas, y un buen día, cosas por las que aparentemente has pasado sin percibir, salen; esto quiere decir que, en realidad, no hay casi experiencias desaprovechables, como no sean espantosamente negativas.

Creo que la naturaleza a mí me estimula más que la creación de otras cosas, lo cual no quiere decir que yo no disfrute con la creación de otros; por ejemplo, puedo citar concretamente obras que han venido directamente de experiencias naturales (…) Igualmente, para mí, una aportación ha sido las “pinturas negras” de Goya, y, como las conozco desde muy crío, porque están en el Prado, es fácil ir; eso es una cosa que me marcó, como me marcó mi primer descubrimiento de las primeras pinturas del periodo cubista, no solamente las de Picasso, sino las de Gris y de Braque; como una exposición itinerante de pintura americana en 1958. Tampoco olvidaré la primera vez que oí música de Bartok, cuando yo tendría 16 o 17 años; la primera audición de la escuela de Viena, o cuando me dediqué a frecuentar las músicas no europeas, como el increíble descubrimiento a los 16 años del último Falla, del “Retablo” “concreto”. Estos grandes descubrimientos son definitivos en la formación de una persona y te marcan de por vida”.

Estábamos sentados, recuerdo – era mayo de 1977 – en la casa de Luis de Pablo probando los dos, mientras charlábamos, varias clases de té. Conversábamos sobre la relación entre el tiempo y la música, la relación entre el tiempo y la vida.

“Éste es un tema muy fascinante – me dijo el compositor – porque va a depender del concepto que del tiempo se tenga, para que la música sea de una u otra manera. El tiempo en Occidente siempre intenta ser causal; al ser causal se produce un fenómeno muy curioso: estamos viviendo en un tiempo que es habitable racionalmente, puesto que lo que está sucediendo ahora es un momento conocible, por lo que se había oído antes: basta con que el material a modificar sea claro al principio; después no hay problema ninguno: estamos en terreno conocido.

A partir de cierto punto de la música de Occidente este concepto hace crisis: vivimos en un mundo situado en el universo de lo impredecible. Esto ya empieza en Debussy; por eso fue tan atacado, diciendo que esa música no nos llevaba a ninguna parte y que no estaba construida. Ha sido la generación posterior la que ha aceptado el terrible hecho de preguntarse: “¿es posible una forma de tiempo irrepetible?”; es decir, una forma en un tiempo que no transcurre como un ciclo cerrado, sino como un agua que se derrama sobre una superficie lisa. Entonces descubrimos que hay gran cantidad de músicas, no occidentales, que han partido de que la música es un entorno sonoro, que dura lo que tiene que durar, dura una noche entera a lo mejor, o dos horas, un minuto o unos segundos; y que, en el fondo, esa música está hecha para que uno se pierda en su tiempo (y que no es un tiempo que se posee, sino que es el tiempo el que le posee a uno)”.

“Es un pedazo de tu vida – siguió diciéndome Luis de Pablo – al que rodeas de un acontecimiento sonoro: esto es clarísimo en las músicas rituales tibetanas, por ejemplo, o en ciertas músicas ambientales africanas, en las que la música es estrictamente una improvisación muy medida, porque todo el mundo conoce la base de aquello, y que dura lo que la gente quiere que dure. No hay un canon establecido, entonces, en ese momento; el tiempo transcurre de otra forma, no para medirlo o dominarlo, sino para dialogar con él; con esto llegamos a un punto muy similar en Occidente. Son fenómenos que se producen por las distintas maneras de habitar el tiempo; ya hay atisbos de ello en Parsifal; allí hay momentos de un total estatismo de la música; ¿de dónde sacó esto Wagner? Me inclino a pensar que lo intuyó de la extraña idea de hacer al mismo tiempo una música profana y sagrada, una música que pudiera producir en el oyente una sensación de eternidad”. (“Diálogos con la cultura“.-páginas 181-194)

Y así seguimos charlando Luis De Pablo y yo, música y tiempo sobre el té de aquella tarde, música y  té en aquel mayo de 1977.

 Han pasado ya más de treinta años.

(Imágenes:-1.-”The Piano Player” (Movie Still 1).- 2002 -por David Claerbout.–Galleri K. -artnet/2.- Robert Doisneau.- Staley Wisse Gallery-/3.-”Embedded Red Violins” (Empreintes Rouges).-2004.-por Arman.–Le Violon Bleu.-Sidi Bou Said.-Tunez.-artnet)

Pe Domnul Baron (Freiherr) Christian von Ehrenfels l-am descoperit citind interesanta carte a lui Peter Kampits, Între aparenţă şi realitate. O istorie a filosofiei austriece, apărută la glorioasa editură Humanitas, în anul de graţie 1999. Cum spunea un distins profesor de-al meu – anumite cărţi le cumpărăm acum, dar le citim mai târziu. În 1999 eram student la Filosofie, dar nu prea aveam timp să citesc altceva decât cărţile trebuincioase cursurilor. Acum, cu Criza, am avut mai mult timp să mă aplec asupra Culturii.

Cartea lui Peter Kampits se vrea o istorie a filosofiei austriece, începând cu Marc Aureliu (!) şi încheiând cu Ludwig Wittgenstein şi Hermann Broch. De remarcat caracterul enciclopedic al lucrării, care evocă nume de filosofi precum, în afară de cei deja menţionaţi: Nicolaus Cusanus, Konrad Celtis, Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz, Bernhard Bolzano, Anton Gunther, Franz Brentano, Fritz Mauthner, Ernst Mach, Christian von Ehrenfels, Alexius Meinong, Otto Weininger, Max Adler, Ferdinand Ebner, Othmar Spann sau Moritz Schlick.

Îmi permit să citez din lucrarea mai sus amintită, de la paginile 141-142, o scurtă prezentare a acestui original gânditor: “Numele său este inseparabil legat de psihologia structuralistă al cărui fundament teoretic l-a dat într-o dizertaţie de mici dimensiuni.”

Mai mult, “pe lângă expunerea conceptului de structură, Ehrenfels a schiţat teorii originale şi a realizat lucruri notabile în domeniul axiologiei, cosmologiei, eugeniei (geneticii) şi al eticii sexuale. S-a remarcat de asemenea ca muzicolog, compozitor şi dramaturg.” Este extraordinar acest enciclopedism ştiinţific!

Dar Christian von Ehrenfels a fost şi o fire profund artistică. “Discipol al lui Bruckner şi adulator al lui Wagner, el a mers în 1882 în pelerinaj, pe jos, de la Viena la Bayreuth, pentru a asista la premiera lui Parsifal.”

Mai mult, von Ehrenfels a fost un adevărat Aristocrat, nobleţea sa fiind una spirituală. “Ca şi Wittgenstein, a renunţat la titlul nobiliar şi la drepturile de moştenire spre a se putea dedica în totalitate înclinaţiilor sale artistice şi filosofice. A recomandat poligamia pentru a preveni degenerarea rasei albe, a descoperit o lege a numerelor prime şi a creat oratorii alegorice de o gravitate patetică. Numit profesor la Praga în 1896, a stârnit zarvă printre studenţi când nu numai că a pledat pentru poligamie, ci a luat şi o atitudine pătimaşă împotriva antisemitismului.”

O personalitate fascinantă, din păcate, prea puţin cunoscută sau promovată. La momentul oportun, în curând, voi reveni cu detalii despre acest autor care merită să fie promovat şi în lumea virtuală.

THE COVEN

Those 13 months in the coven—celebrating Esbat—

Gathering again for Ostara and Midsummer—taking

Langer’s cranberry and trying to look thoughtful with

A jagged crust from La Boulangerie.  We hardly knew

What we were doing—I wasn’t yet 26 and you were

Younger than that—we played at Gnostics and knew

Even then that they spoke of Notre Dame la Madeleine—

We were again infantilized by a system whose seasonal

Awareness made the practitioners seem all the more

In tune with nature and the cycles of the self in all its

Ministrations.  We had our cards read—and read—in

 Coffeehouses—partook at 20 past discussing the

Merits of wearing only Connie Jash black—to show,

Like nuns of once and long ago—that we were dead to

The world and its ways. 

We were searching and searching but none—none holy,

Apostolic—was there to answer our cries that fell into the

Endless pit of our young arrogance and answered us back

In only our own echo—let we asked let our cries come unto

Thee—and we were that amazed at our own sound.  Yes,

We said, yes to the first community to answer our call—

We stockpiled smudge sticks and olibanum rocks—

Re-cloaked Mother Mary in a new name and perfumed

Ourselves with sage oil and patchouli—we hungered and

Wept for identity—came as close as we dared to a recitation

For belonging—we were failed—and failed—and  repulsed

At 927 and withdrew from 279—I took Parsifal, UPright,

Son of Cups in the North—you a vat of Oxnard strawberries

Unwashed and unhulled and dipped them for the baptizing

In sour cream and brown sugar—your sugar tits, I laughed—

And you grew sullen and angry and pouty as a little girl racing

Behind a blurry nun hurry-scurry through Bemelman streets—

And when at last you spoke you reminded me—you—reminded

Me, First, do no harm.

June 2009

Dan Davis, © 2009

The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!

Gangs and Rites of Passage; false gun toting, Confederate flag waving patriotism; going off to some chosen university where the petty Rites of Passage are all about getting drunk, learning about sex and cheering with a herd of lemmings who share the passion for some local football team or national football team; We made it, we managed to hide ourselves within the herd of all those surging human instincts; or generally feeling that we are young and immortal with abounding energy to deplete our life forces and rebuild them, after our hangovers, with a quick nap, allows us, from around 17 to 22 to wake up every day and face the trials of life as if we had an adult heart and soul.

But the numbers in every single instance, without exception, is that by 18.6 years or 19 years, the Moon that marked a point, a unique point and position where you were born, returns once more to the exact spot from whence you entered life and took your first star fixed breath. At 19 years of age we are ready for the most intimate window of blessing in a whisper, that our Angels have waited to share with us.

But just at this point, when we are still unsure of our thinking, our understanding of ourselves as spiritual beings, confused by the ghetto, the false patriotism that is spouted by military recruiters and the lies of the church and the failed insights of priests and community and congregations alike, at this sensitive point in our biographies, we are least likely to pay heed to the faint and potent indicators that our Angels have kept sacred for just this moment in our incarnation.

We can mostly recognize that our parents education has 100% failed to even comprehend the rhythms that lie in every human biography, these so called adults who are supposed to prepare the ground for you, well they have never even bothered to concern themselves with the universal details of each human biography. For it is with everyone, without exception, females and males alike that at around about 19 the moon’s first node opens the first flickering light that illuminates the inner world of what you sought to become and what you seek to learn in this earthly incarnation.

The meeting with this inner direction that applies only to you and your biography will come back every 19 years. The nineteenth, thirty-eighth, fifty-seventh, and seventy-sixth years ahead will find you reviewing with your Angel the entire pattern, mistakes and choices that you made in life. It all starts, the first lap of our long journey starts at approximately 19 years of age with our Angel attempting to create a moment in the turmoil of life that opens the eyes of our soul.

Each and every biography has the same numerical patterns and each of these patterns must unfold in each and every biography. The individual events will appear differently with each individual, but the profound lessons arrive on everyone’s doorsteps. I am focusing on only one specific event horizon, around the 19th year, because this is really the hardest and this is the one that sets us off in directions where we can lose our humanity or recover our humanity only later, or send us off on a Forest Gump/Parsifal adventure where we discover the magnificent divine wisdom of the world all by accident.

“The Fool is seemingly oblivious to much of life, is often naive, invariably wide eyed and innocent at much of life’s travails, and is someone clearly in dire need of divine protection. And in this respect, the Fool receives it… on a continual basis!

“For example, if Forest Gump is our model, then the Fool is the archetype of an individual honored by several U. S. Presidents, spectacularly successful in both war and in business enterprises, recipient of the benefits of both a loving mother and true, lasting friendships, and overall someone who really does quite well for himself.

“Other representations of the Fool include: 1) Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn ambling along the Mississippi River, carrying their belongings in makeshift satchels — both out to find high adventure and learn life’s lesson first hand, 2) the prodigal son in pursuit of the phenomenon of living, 3) an innocent Parsifal seeking redemption in the Quest for the Holy Grail, while experiencing all the positives and negatives the world has to offer, and/or 4) the wandering prince and minstrel, experiencing the slings and arrows of those who don’t respect or even trust any wandering individual, prince or not. The Fool is the quality in each of us that stirs at the thought of adventure and responds eagerly even to the hint of a new challenge. The Fool wanders in where others fear to go.”

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread

Ignorant or inexperienced individuals get involved in situations that wiser persons would avoid, as in I’ve never heard this symphony and here I am conducting it: well fools rush in where angels fear to tread. It is the opening prelude to our own living gigantic biographical symphony and we are asked to conduct it without ever having grasped the rhythms and patterns in the laws of biography or the laws of music.

We are suddenly thrust in as the conductors and it feels like everyone is watching, the curtain has gone up and here I stand naked, revealed and winging it. Starting with this delicate 18 to 21 year window of our already started lifetime, well we don’t have a clue and our parents have no clue as to what our own little Beethoven symphony will be like. It will have strong dramatic parts, elated and soaring crescendos and cadences, it will have holy uplifting phrases and thundering drums. It will be our own biographies and there is a score and a tonal model for each and every biography just as there are precise laws of music.

Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread
And so I come to you my love
My heart above my head
Fools rush in, where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know
When we met, I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in

But one of the least prepared regions of the biography appears to be where the blind parents and community and nation, throw our young people to the wolves and cannot consciously, with awareness and alertness, assist the 19 year old and the 20 year old to listen to the highest indications that our unique and sacred Angels will offer us as windows into our own potential. Potentials that we may not have guessed yet or are still waiting to hear… But the indicators are there.

Our own Angels and our higher soul spirit Being will hover around the 19 year old and 20 year old and any of those faint glimmerings will be overwhelmed in the tangle of materialistic intentions of the the parents, the immature and deluded patriotism of relatives and friends and the empty phrases from politicians and meaningless limp mumblings from our local churches. This unsorted out mess is all that makes up the clump of uncooked chaotic cookie dough we call ourselves at 19.

Yet from this entire tangled mess of family and community relationships, we gather our little bag of experience and rush head long into the oncoming traffic. Nothing wakes us up more to our navigational potentials as our own immediate impacts with catastrophic and unyielding reality.

Pregnancy, DUI’s military discipline or our own lack of direction assail us. And, we have to listen very carefully, but we won’t, but we have to listen carefully to the clues as to our own unique and singular direction. We have to listen very carefully from 17 to 20 and watch for the beginnings of our own signs and wonders. These signs and wonders of our own will slowly become our navigational indicators through many of life’s trials.

Sometimes chance and synchronicity or coincidence will throw us a life line and at other times we deliberately have chosen the stubborn, bull headed path of learning everything the hard way. We won’t accept any faint intuitions and insights unless we are sure of the fact that we deserved, earned and won them and soon, before long we find that life is not fair and the undeserving steal and rob from the deserving. But we won’t listen to the little inner voice that speaks to us of how we screw things up all by ourselves. No, we want it the hard way, instead of the miraculous mercurial rich and personal meaning that awakens in our magical intuitions, we want the arbitrary human intellect.

Women have a better capacity for gaining and following the quick mercurial meanings and insights than most men. Women are wired to understand certain sensitive intuitions and nuances that literally blow right by men. Men need to become poets and musicians so that some kind of music can filter into the density of their hearts and weave light patterns, weave mercury’s intuitions through and through so that the tiny slumbering soul can feel intimate meanings, the way women normally can.

And in the long run we learn that our Angel’s are woven of this mercurial substance of synchronicity, music and intimate patterns of coincidence. This is how we learn the language of the stars in the working of events that happen directly to us and with us but we are too dull to receive the event and open ourselves with rich reflection of thought and communion to our emotions.

It is hard to learn the wisdom of tears and cherish the glow and warmth of laughter that is not mockery. In the long run we see rhythms and patterns weaving clearly within each human biography and they are based on real numbers and real Time points as we grow older. But it all stands before us as a confounded riddle of the Sphinx at 19.

Certainly there will be a teacher or a boss or a coach or an adult or a friend who truly can hear or is near hearing the real whispering of what the higher intentions are of why we truly sought for our life on earth. They are rare but they are there as part of our intimate guides through the chaos of this 19 to 21 year taffy pull of the soul.

If no deep impression comes to us, it means we weren’t listening or we drowned out the intimate sensitivity with mountains of superficial distractions in order not to hear and prove to ourselves that there are no intimate secrets, rather it is all just a ball of meaningless nothings. Existential nihilism in a pretty package of tattoos and flesh.

But none of our sought for answers are going to be merely handed to anyone because at 19 we have gotten used to having everything being handed to us without having to struggle down to the core of our beings to discern our own individual Moral Sovereignty. And that strange term, our Moral Sovereignty is the real life long struggle that is gonna lead us forward through the heights of success and the depths of despair. Our Moral Sovereignty gives us the right to be spiritual beings among other spiritual beings like ourselves.

Moral Sovereignty

“I had not thought about the seriousness of what I was doing when I walked into that recruitment center. Bill Clinton was in office at the time, and his belligerency had always been confined to invading only the most obscure and irrelevant countries in the world in a dilettantish (albeit deadly) fashion. It never occurred to me when I told the recruiter that I wanted to enlist that I was essentially giving my consent to go fight in a future decade-long guerrilla war in a tribal wasteland or to go fight in an urban free-for-all in the desert.

“That’s what really troubled me when I thought about how very close I had come to joining the military; the realization that I would have had to go to war whether I thought it was just or not. I would have voluntarily put myself in a position where other people – people I had never met – would have been able to tell me when and under what circumstances I would have to board a plane or a ship to go kill other people I had never met. And to top things off, those people I had never met who would have the right to tell me when to kill were politicians – the very same slippery scoundrels I had heard lying to me with a straight face my entire life. It was truly bone chilling to realize how close I came to surrendering my moral sovereignty to people I not only didn’t know, but in whom I had no trust to begin with.

“To surrender the ability to decide when and under what circumstances a man will kill other human beings is a serious matter – one that ought not to be taken lightly or entered into as though he is signing a car lease. Indeed, the decision to kill is the most serious moral decision a man can make in his life, which is precisely why he ought not to surrender the decision to anyone under any circumstances. The decision to kill ought not to be surrendered to a man’s wife, to his mother, or to his brother – and it especially ought not to be surrendered to the most mendacious creatures to walk the face of the Earth: politicians. If a man finds himself in a position where he must kill in order to protect himself or his family, he will know what decision he must make, but to kill other human beings just because a politician says so is the height of moral recklessness and irresponsibility.”

It is one thing to grasp slowly the power of Time and the unfolding of Time in ourselves and everyone else, but it is even more critical and imperative to locate the typical and powerful experiences that surround each and every soul as they encounter for the first time, in their own lives, the details and forces that swamp our emotions and rush to rob us of our Moral Sovereignty. Knowing what robs us of our Moral Sovereignty and knowing what it feels like when we have been touched by the Moral Sovereignty at the core of our I AM, at the core of our immortal soul, is learning to cherish shattering, and illuminating inner certainty. This is what our Angel and Higher Being grants us for reclaiming ourselves as Spiritual Beings on the Physical plane.

We derive great pleasure from experiencing the emotional exhilaration of highs and lows on our own little emotional adolescent roller coasters. This constant dysfunctional drama appears to us to be the essence of life. The Big Bong game. Everyone who thrives on being the center of their own and others emotional drama, constantly attract more and more crisis to their being and they become addicted to needing constant depressions and elations just to feel alive and not bored, all the while dragging everyone else into their self created storm tornadoes orbit. We become self-proclaimed petty drama queens requiring constant attention to fill our emptiness.

At this point we see everyone around us who live for the gossip, the trivia, feeding like swollen vampires on the Main Stream Media circus and current trendy comic horror shows and developing cults of fan worship because they cannot find their own Moral Sovereignty and their own moral compass so they suck off pre-packaged pulp fictions.

We certainly have not been schooled in the reality of how our own Angel’s hover over this delicate period between 18 and 21 because they are on assignment to us, and work in conjunction with and for our higher beings and our star. The very Moon that we carry with us as part of our own biology and biographies, triggers the gateway open at approximately 19 years of age for an intimate meeting. Nobody ever bothered to tell you that there is such a thing as a window into the Angelic world, that opens for a brief period in this age range and opens again and again every 18.6 to 19 years through our entire life path did they?

The Moon Node is the point where the Moon intersects the path of the Sun. Every month the Moon crosses the path of the Sun once on the way up-North Node and once on the way down-South Node. It takes about 18½ years for the Moon Node to return to its birth position. Rudolf Steiner stated that the days and especially the nights around the Moon Node return are the most important ones of our life and that at this time there is a thinning of the vale between the physical and spiritual world.

At 18.6 years our lives have now truly begun and we love to play catch up with how we daringly dive into new emotional and physical challenges and how we extricate or blame everyone else and circumstances when we can’t extricate ourselves from events and are forced to face jail time or having killed someone in a highway accident or got someone pregnant or ended up in a strange country with our limbs blown off, all may or may not happen, but our own uncharted emotional centers have certainly steered us into this. Because we had never heard, never even comprehended such a Freedom nor a complicated concept such as our individual Moral Sovereignty. We could never have guessed that Moral Sovereignty is the central core to the ongoing riddle of Freedom and our Angels.

At the core of the soul is a still eye in the storm that can hear and can listen and can comprehend when suddenly there is some sense of great compassion that seems to well up from nowhere, when suddenly we hear some depth and wisdom in our midst though everyone mocks it. We seem like utter fools if we attempt to follow the path of sincerity against the callousness of the petty cliques of our precarious popularity. Do we know what a true friend really is?

Our normal reaction to any stumbling attempts at truth or depth would be self mockery and envelop ourselves and others in the dumb dull dead zone where everything is mere trivia and tweets and truth is not allowed in to spoil the party. We are in the habit of dealing out sarcasm because it is beyond rare to have anyone insist or see in such delicate ideal moments, a whispered hint from our own Angels who have carried us through countless incarnations through our progress on earth.

Such whispered deep regions of the soul are tender and uncomfortable but we seek them in our most intimate and tender moments in our lovers eyes. Yet it is all around us, from children to the aged, these tender waves of endearments. They float everywhere in around and through us, but we can’t recognize them because they aren’t always tagged and redirected to our own petty selfish gratifications.

Human love and grace burble up and gurgle out everywhere like leaks in a sponge when you press the water out. We just fail to admire it and live for it and cherish it when we see it. Our Angels have such inexhaustible nurturing forces all around them and they stream it towards us at all times.

What it really means, this culmination up to our 19th year and every 19 years on into the future, our thirty-eighth, fifty-seventh, and seventy-sixth years reveals something you were never ever taught to recognize or gain any firm educational insight from. The sad educational reality is that none of those around you ever bothered to search deep enough or grasp human life with the depth of truth and sincerity required for glimpses into how our human biography has clear foundational and literal starry patterns woven into it.

Patrick Swayze gives a very stark example for us to remember his destiny by because from The nineteenth, to the thirty-eighth, and finally to his tragic death at fifty-seven years Patrick Swayze hit every mark the moon and our Angel has to offer. At 19 Patrick met the woman he would love for his entire life, until his death, all through the Hollywood romps and mayhem, Lisa Niemi. At 19 that unique person from which mighty love stories are crafted came into Swayze’s life.

In 1990 the eternal love story, the film, “Ghost” is released and Patrick made the film in his thirty-eighth year. This is the middle of his destiny. Patrick is given three Angelic windows. At the middle window of his incarnation, he makes the potently directed higher spiritual message film, “Ghost”. This mid-point opens vast opportunities and also reveals the amazing biographical forces that cut short his life at fifty-seven years of age.

At each point Patrick met with potent forces of love in the depths of the world. At 19 the love of his life; At 38 a powerful Angelic tale, about the higher love that exists in TIME; At 57 he closes the brilliant illumination he shed that allowed him to reveal some of the secrets people refuse to even contemplate, but our Angels certainly contemplate. That is that there is a Life after death and that human beings are immortal, eternal beings who participate in vast complex layers of reality along with our Angels. Our Angels live in the direct biographical score and symphony of our destinies. They are the ones that allow the invisible to surface up from the depths of our being. This is not taught in school. These things are not prepared or outlined for our immature comprehension, so we stumble blindly into destiny events that with any amount of understood preparation or illumination, may have given us clearer choices.

Carl Jung went through a region of his psyche that normal people and education are terrified to admit exists. All that Jung experienced privately he hid in a book called his Red Book. Jung entered this dark forest at his second Moon node, at 38 years old. “…in 1913, Jung, who was then 38, got lost in the soup of his own psyche. He was haunted by troubling visions and heard inner voices. Grappling with the horror of some of what he saw, he worried in moments that he was, in his own words, “menaced by a psychosis” or “doing a schizophrenia.” Finally this hidden RED BOOK of Carl Jung’s is about to be published. Where we can see clearly that below the surface of psychology there is a vast spiritual part of our nature which is never addressed. Carl Jung was called into this region by his own higher nature. If he was to stand before humanity and pursue the depth of spiritual experiences, his Angel let him have a few to see how he felt about it. The infamous RED BOOK of Jung’s reveals vast unexplored areas of the human psyche.

Emanuel Swedenborg 1688 to 1772 was a brilliant scientist until his 57th year. “His studies of man in works on the animal kingdom, the human brain, and psychology were published before 1747, when he resigned his post and gave himself to the contemplation of spiritual matters, especially to the work of making clear to mankind the true inner doctrines of the divine Word as he claimed that they were revealed to him by direct insight into the spiritual world after “heaven was opened” to him in 1745. Visions and communication with spirits and angels…” Here Swedenborg leaps into a totally different world of insight after having made a brilliant and solid reputation for himself in the non-mystical sciences. Swedenborg has all his windows thrown open at the time of his 57th year. The latent forces of his inner biography burst forth and turned this sober and down to earth thinker and practical scientist into a human being who talked directly to the Angels in the planetary spheres.

Exceptions to the Rule

Joan of Arc was 19 years old when she was burned at the stake. ” at her execution in Rouen, France she was 19. Her life dates were 1412-1431.”  Grasping something clearly in biography is understanding exactly when Joan of Arc was absorbed into the arms of her Angelic companions at the age of 19. In Joan of Arc’s case, we can clearly examine that Joan of Arc experienced the mighty forces of her spiritual mission with France, as a preliminary reality in the womb of her mother where Joan experienced the Holy Nights, just before she was born on Jan 6, Epiphany.

This is the exception to the rule, please don’t try this at home kids, it still meant that the Angelic world, which we encounter in slow biographical rhythms, was in Joan of Arc’s case brought to a 19 years on Earth conclusion in a fiery process that was laced with all of the deceptions and torments and lies that would normally have to be faced in the length of the entire biography.  Joan of Arc met all of them in one fell swoop, in a deed that served the Archangels and every future soul who would speak the French language who were yet unborn but destined to experience karma in France, all this was placed on a young girl’s shoulders by 19.  This was a unique and special circumstance brought about in cooperation between the Etheric Christ and Michael the Archangel. This is the reverse of that which is the normal pattern of biography and cannot be sought abstractly but must come about due to divine intentions placed into an individual soul.

So in order to think through the difference in a normal biography, Joan’s biography presents us with a  reversal of arriving at 19 and completing a powerful merging with one’s Angel. In an abnormal sense, Joan of Arc arrived at 19 and finished and completed her spiritual task in life. This differs from the normal biographical patterning where we start our ripening and maturing process, our individualization, at 19 and continue at intervals of  our thirty-eighth, fifty-seventh, and seventy-sixth years.

Joan completed and was embraced by her Angel and the Angelic world in a horrific and a mighty fire process of the Soul and Spirit.  The difference is that Joan of Arc was already destined, prepared, and  had chosen to intervene and do something that changed the entire Language and Archangel community and was spear headed by the Archangel Michael to penetrate the specific will substance of Joan of Arc.

Yet from our first baby teeth, to acquiring our own first grader teeth, to later when we gain puberty, all along the path, our biology and our intimate stars unfold our biographies until we approach our first moon node at approximately 18/19 years. We all follow the same rhythm patterns through the years and the only difference is to what depth and what self understanding we are able to grasp the lessons that we are being handed. The rule is that we have sought all the lessons that will come towards us. We have sought these very unique events that will impact us at specific moments in time.

These Moon incursions where our Angels come close to us, have long since disappeared from even a snickering of lip service. Nobody cares. Materialism rules and the science of ourselves as Spiritual Beings along with our higher family, the Angel community, has vanished from any sincere considerations.

Every 19 years our own little personal windows open up “…reflecting the synchrony between cosmic patterns and the rhythms active in the unconscious self. Thus the outer cosmos is synchronized with one’s own time organism, which was karmically composed during one’s pre-birth descent through the spirit and soul worlds. We can therefore expect such points to be strongly flavored by our karmic purposes.

“Moon nodes are points where the future breaks into the present; they can be quite dramatic….. A glance at the span between 18 and 19 shows that many young people experience a breakthrough – the meeting of an idea, or ideal, or special person – or experience a loss. The first complete node may well reveal the emergence of an altered sense of self that is a higher octave…” of the soul than previously experienced in our normal family settings.

Now for a typical experience of where we stand as we come through the Angel oracle of our 19th to 21st year, we stand at the threshold of becoming university students and pressured from all points including from within ourselves to make something of ourselves or fall into our own 24 hour stupid stupor of fun and frolic like we never had before.

One of the brief best challenges to this segment of life is the film, “Lions for Lambs“. Yes force yourself to really recognize the real stern challenges and choices that will now propel you into your untracked and untapped life and before you have even managed to recover from your 12th hangover in a month, you will find that life and destiny and your stupor will propel you toward the dawn of your character.

Disposing of our character and hiding in the herd are presented in “Lions for Lambs” by a significant teacher played by Robert Redford. Look at the experiences presented in this film very carefully because the sobering truths are part of our standard Rites of Passage during this portion of our biographies.

“There are two primary arguments that are being debated in the film. Argument A is presented by Senator Jasper Irving (played by Tom Cruise) who wants to initiate a new plan of long term sustainability in the Middle East with the highly visible American troops lingering around. The experienced television journalist Janine Roth (played by Meryl Streep) compares his plan to that of the Roman Empire, but he disagrees with her assessment.

“Argument B is presented by collegiate professor Dr. Stephen Malley who is trying to convince an underachieving student that the future of the country rests in the hands of the next generation. In his argument he presents the true fact that a large portion of the volunteers that join the ranks of the American military are recruits from the lower economic classes and the American ghettos. Within the same breath he points out the fact of complacency from the privileged youth, such as the underachieving student, who feels comfortable with his current status in life and doesn’t feel obliged to take a strong stand for his personal beliefs. In both arguments there are two players who are either arguing for his or her side or trying to disprove the argument of their opponent.”

Hierarchical Rank Domain
Angels – Individuals
Archangels – Folk
Archai – Time Periods
Exusiai and above – Forces and Kingdoms of Nature

The Nineteen-Year Cycle

“The 19-year cycle can also be extremely significant. The nineteenth, thirty-eighth, fifty-seventh, and seventy-sixth years bring to many individuals challenges of reorientation of their outlook on life and of their responses to basic factors in their personality. The Moon’s nodes’ cycle lasts 18.6 years and the Metonic cycle of New Moons’ recurrence at the same point of the zodiac lasts 19 years; thus, the close of the nineteenth, thirty-eighth, etc., years is crucial in terms of the soli-lunar factors — that is, of the basic direction of the flow of life energies.”

Ages 9-Fold Being Planet Characteristics Outer Manifestations
0-7 Physical body Moon Will Change of Teeth
7-14 Etheric body Mercury Intelligence Puberty
14-21 Astral body Venus Love Adulthood
21-28 Sentient Soul \
28-35 Intelligence Soul — Sun Selfhood (Ego)
35-42 Consciousness Soul /
42-49 Spirit Self Mars Speech
49-56 Life Spirit Jupiter Thought
56-63 Spirit Man Saturn Memory

Nobody expects anyone to easily digest the reality that there is a profound pattern underlying the biographical events of our lives. Certainly at 19 we have had hardly one impressive parent, guardian or friend who opened for us any kind of curious preparation for our unfolding life path.

The fact is, that we probably wouldn’t have listened anyways even if someone or some event had given us a clue. The fact that from every different direction in education no one ever sets the foundations of a vast ordered and deep universe around us that is not some arbitrary alien zone of god awful accidents and lunacy, is the ultimate testimony to the shallowness and cowardliness of the entire educational system.

At 19 rebellion is in order. And we have had no training in understanding and hearing just exactly what we are listening for or exactly what we have a full right to rebel against. But it certainly has to do with society robbing us of the Moral Sovereignty of our rights as Spiritual Beings, because education by and large basically forces that idea clean out of the curriculum.

We are listening inside the deeds, words, thoughts, emotions for that window that opens our souls up. We partially don’t even believe that any soul opens up and that there is no opening up of the intimacies of the soul because there is no soul.

We get a kick, and a high out of winning, or playing fast paced computer games, but this is not where the intersection of insight and intuition opens the soul up. Sometimes it is a friend or lover, where we feel a tug here or there, but the soul and our direct mainline to our intuition, where thinking, emotion and love tag us, is a capacity that has been allowed to stagnate and suffocate in materialism.

But the jumbled together nonsense of facts and materialism and our sexual drives, are only a small sliver of the whole disordered mess we call our society. Yet we are each of us a unique pivotal portion of the whole development of humanity at large and in particular, the living and loving center of our Angel’s deepest concern.

The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!

We sit, walk, dance, eat, sleep and fart in a potently organized system that includes life after death, reincarnation and a whole new lesson plan that is woven into our very own bodies and biographies. We feel like a mere mass of raw jangling nerves and mood swings, zipping and buzzing flies like thoughts whip through us smelling the dead meat of what education has filled us with.

In the vast world there is a foundational brilliant and encompassing system. We are the chaotic cores that have never been given the navigational maps, nor pointed to what the Freedom of our thinking and Moral Sovereignty means to the gods themselves.

Instead we are given sitcom and media generated immortal vampires, super heroes and historical jumbled lies, that serve the constant brainwashed masses, instead of legitimacy of our own Angels and our own precise biographical indicators. We are tasked to make order out of this mental and emotional turbulence and find our own center of gravity and our own Moral Sovereignty in this tangled chaotic mess of fumbling and failed human frailties. And we are further tasked to find the clues that restore our own spiritual compass.

Our intuition and our spiritual compass, which is part of the package of our TWELVE Cranial Nerves, our pineal gland and our hearts, will serve us to feel our way along precipices and strange paths that have never been trodden, because they are our own unique paths that only we may trod.

Gradually in the silence of the center of our intuition and our Moral Sovereignty we are faced always with the tangible character and texture of choices laced with nuances and laced with potent soul poisoning demons. We are faced with choices laced with potent awakenings to the hearts of others and mostly to the potent ability in ourselves to look into the abyss and complexity of issues to see our own profound souls reflected in the ever changing pool and swirl of both the sucking whirlpool and the illuminating calm clarity of our Angels Eyes

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Desde esta pacífica islita, recrearon José y su primo el Duende la suerte de aquellos marinos que surcaban el Atlántico en un velero...

Cuando el Duende era arrebatado por las grandes novelas de aventuras, buscaba en su propia familia referentes próximos a sus héroes. Como guerrero, contaba con el capitán Figuerola-Ferretti, caído en el campo de batalla,   una foto de color sepia y un sable de recuerdo que normalmente descansaba en el paragüero. Pero para emular al capitán Akab o a Lord Jim tenía que recurrir a un tío más lejano que era marino y se llamaba Pepito Pena.

Pepito era ya entonces un hombre con la cabeza plateada por los años, pero mientras vivió la abuela Mercedes Pena, que era su tía carnal y su gran agente propagandista, nadie le apeó el diminutivo. Los Pena fueron una familia catalana que en los comienzos del siglo pasado, y a pesar de su patronímico, no daban ninguna ídem. Mientras los abuelos cuentan batallitas, las abuelas gustan de evocar el esplendor de los tiempos mejores. Mejores para ellos, claro. La abuela Mercedes no presumía de dinero, pero sí de que viajaba con sus hermanos, incluído el padre de Pepito Pena, a Bayreuth para ver y escuchar a Wagner en el teatro que él mismo creó. El famoso festival quizás no fuera un lujo tan privativo como lo es ahora, pero tampoco sería una ganga. El caso es que los Pena escuchaban a Tristan e Isolda, a Lohengrin, Tanhäuser y Parsifal sin saber que presagiaban el canto del cisne. Poco después, uno de esos jamacucos financieros que de vez en cuando sacuden a las familias arruinó  a la de estos wagnerianos catalanes, y a partir de entonces ya fueron Pena con algo más de razón.

José María Pena emigró a Argentina en busca de fortuna. Allí echaron raíces todos sus descendientes salvo Pepito. Este se hizo marino y navegó por medio mundo. Primero en barcos de vapor, y cuando la Gran Guerra requisó el carbón para usos militares, en uno de esos cliper como los de los grandes relatos de aventuras que el Duende había leído. Pepito Pena, que era un hombre menudo, gran conversador y muy simpático, resultó más despabilado que el tenaz capitán Akab. En lugar de perseguir a la ballena blanca puso sus ojos en una sueca con la que se casó, sacó provecho a sus múltiples travesías y, ya pie a tierra en España, timoneó una extensa familia y varios negocios que devolvieron con creces la alegría a los Pena. A los noventa años, y ya viudo,  aún viajaba en autobús a su casa de Biarritz para reunirse con jóvenes y jovencitas de su edad que disfrutaban jugando a las cartas y con bailes de salón. A quien tuvo que capear tantos temporales en alta mar, la vejez  le debía de parecer una marejadilla de broma.

El José María Pena actual descubrió un día que el primo de su generación que le quedaba más a mano era el Duende, que sólo es primo segundo. Todos su primos hermanos vivían en Argentina, y a algunos ni siquiera les conocía. Al Duende le conoció en la Facultad de Derecho, carrera a la que él dio bastante más lustre que éste. Gran custodio de los valores de la familia, ahora que ya ha vencido algún contratiempo de salud –estado transitorio del cuerpo que, como es sabido, no presagia nada bueno- y que es un feliz abuelo, le ha abierto a su primo las puertas de su casa de La Toja. Casi todo en la vida le ha sonreído, pero le faltaba un primo Pena (tercer apellido del Duende) en la tripulación. El también es un experto navegante. Tiene un barquito amarrado en La Toja para salir a pescar, y un buque de línea imaginario en el que viajamos los que recoge ese aspirador de cariño que José maneja con tanta elegancia.

Qué va a decir uno de La Toja, después de tener esta islita el singular privilegio de ser visitada por Josemi Rodríguez Sieiro. Se queda el Duende con el recuerdo de un paseo matinal en bicicleta con Nuria, prima consorte, que le llevó al mercado del Grove a elegir berberechos, mejillones y percebes entre un brillante muestrario de joyas de la mar. Y con la ruta por La Lanzada y los pueblines de los alrededores para contemplar, con su primo de cicerone, el panorama de la ría de Arosa y del Atlántico por el que navegaba en cliper su padre. A veces, lo mejor de los viajes es mirar hacia dentro, y descubrir otras cosas que no vienen en las guías turísticas. Por ejemplo, un marinero en tierra que sabe lo que es echar un cabo en todos los sentidos. Se trata de José, hijo de aquel viejo marino mercante al que –¡oh paradoja!-aún llamábamos Pepito cuando zarpó definitivamente.

He trigat uns quants dies a escriure aquesta crònica del Parsifal de Bayreuth d’enguany, i el motiu és que he anat escoltant el document unes quantes vegades, i he passat de la sopresa i l’admiració inicial a l’entusiasme. Crec que estem sens dubte davant d’una de les millors versions de l’obra dels darrers anys. Naturalment Parsifal és l’obra “de” Bayreuth, i l’acústica del teatre i l’afinitat de l’orquestra i cor ja fan que l’experiència sigui habitualment extraordinària. Però com sempre cal un equip artístic de nivell.

No puc dir res de la producció del noruec Stephan Herheim, que ha tingut unes grans crítiques. L’any que ve la veurem per Internet i se n’editarà el DVD, igual que els Mestres de l’any passat i el Tristany d’enguany. En canvi puc valorar de forma molt positiva la direcció de l’italià Daniele Gatti, que usa uns tempi lents però variats (més ràpids que el 2008) i dirigeix realçant la bellesa de l’obra. Magnífiques les dues escenes de la transformació.

Crec que allà on es nota més el treball de Herheim i Gatti és en la prestació dels intèrprets, que repeteixen. No hi ha cap membre del sextet protagonista que canti de forma rutinària i monolítica, sinó que tots introdueixen mil matisos, frasegen bé, i canten amb intenció i emoció. Al marge de les capacitats vocals, feia temps que no sentia un equip tan unit com aquest.

Ha estat un encert escollir Christopher Ventris com a protagonista, que tot i no tenir un timbre espectacular canta amb gust i sap donar el personatge. Un detall: al seu darrer vers (“öffnet den Schrein”) entra avançat per un ritardando que fa Gatti, però és capaç d’allargar la frase posant-se a compàs una altra vegada. Això indica tenir musicalitat… i forces per arribar fins al final.

Mihoko Fujimura m’ha semblat sempre una soprano curta més que una mezzo, i potser la seva Kundry és més lleugera del què seria desitjable, especialment al final del segon acte.  Tot i això ha fet una evolució molt destacable des de les seves intervencions de fa uns anys i la seva integració en aquest Parsifal és perfecta, o sigui que no li criticaré algunes mancances.

Fantàstic el Gurnemanz del coreà Kwangchul Youn, que malgrat un timbre una mica aspre fa una creació extraordinària, sàvia, emocionant, al nivell dels més grans de l’actualitat.

Tant Detlef Roth com Thomas Jesatko tenen veus més líriques de les que solem associar a Amfortas i Klingsor respectivament, i guanyen punts quan no forcen la veu. Molt bé el Titurel del brasiler Diógenes Randes, imponent i fent que tinguis ganes de sentir més aquest jove cantant. Evidentment val per tots tres el què he dit de l’extraordinari treball amb l’equip de cantants.

En resum, un Parsifal a l’alçada de la tradició de Bayreuth, que ha superat les incerteses de l’any passat i que promet un document videogràfic referencial per l’any que ve. Esperem-ho.

A veces el refrán “lo bueno si breve, dos veces bueno” alcanza toda su realidad en las cosas más inesperadas. Es el caso de este Parsifal que apenas dura 3 horas y 40 minutos (50 minutos menos que el mítico de Kna en Bayreuth!!!!).

Esta versión es una aproximación interesantísima a Parsifal, con sus fortalezas y sus debilidades. Los tiempos, comparados con los habituales o tradicionales, son muy rápidos y a veces oscurecen las maravillas del trabajo de orfebrería (un mundo riquísimo de micro-estructuras musicales) que Wagner consiguió en la orquestación, y que solo en las grabaciones mejor grabadas y más lentas se detectan como en la mítica de Kna del 1962 o la más reciente de Goodall de 1984. El enfoque de la obra que imprime Boulez deja de ser contemplativo y místico y se centra en dar un pulso más dramático a los acontecimientos y a las narraciones. Hay más sufrimiento (notable narración de Amfortas), más carnalidad (en el segundo acto) y más opresión (la intervención de Titurel exigiendo a su hijo la consagración del Grial es maravillosa). Podemos decir que Boulez hace que la obra aterrice en el mundo de los humanos y sus pasiones, alejándolo del misticismo en que tradicionalmente se envuelve la obra.

Con respecto a las prestaciones vocales, dominada por cantantes anglosajones, destacan el soberbio Parsifal del magnífico James King (este tenor es uno de los grandes heldentenores de todos los tiempos, y hay que empezar a reivindicarlo más), con una timbre bello, un fraseo maravilloso (musical y lleno de matices) y unos medios vocales (tanto en el agudo como en el grave) notabilísimos. Destacadísimos también el Gurnemanz de Franz Crass (voz muy poderosa y bien manejada), el Amfortas de Stewart y la Kundry de Gwyneth Jones (mejor cuando canta por encima del mezzoforte, y muy anecdótico el grito al inicio del tercer acto, más horripilante que creible).

La grabación tiene un sonido nitidísimo (es un directo) y recoge a las masas del festival de Bayreuth en muy buena forma. El coro está dirigido por el gran Wilhelm Pitz en una de sus últimas actuaciones y es destacable la claridad y expresividad que consigue (se palpa el horror cuando aparece el cuerpo de Titurel).

Lo dicho, un muy notable Parsifal con una visión más teatral del drama wagneriano, y con la ventaja (o inconveniente?) de que cabe en tres cds.

Richard Wagner (1813-1883) – Parsifal (CDs)

Parsifal – James King

Kundry – Gwyneth Jones

Gurnemanz – Franz Crass

Amfortas – Thomas Stewart

Klingsor – Donald McIntyre

Titurel – Karl Ridderbusch
Chor und Orchester der Bayreuther Festspiele -Pierre Boulez-Rec. Bayreuth, 1970

Danielle Gatti, director de orquesta /Foto: Silvia Lelli /Fuente: www.guardian.co.uk

El director de orquesta italiano Daniele Gatti fue designado como titular de la Ópera de Zurich para las próximas tres temporadas musicales. Presentado en conferencia de prensa por Alexander Pereira, Director Ejecutivo de la institución, Gatti destacó “la fantástica atmósfera y espíritu musical” de su nueva casa.

Las negociaciones para concretar su contratación iniciaron en 2007 y finalmente han concluído, una vez que la mayoría de los miembros del coro y la orquesta de la Zurich Opera House votaron en favor de la designación de Gatti, de acuerdo a lo que informa el presidente del comité de aquella institución musical Urs Denger.

De acuerdo a información difundida a través del sitio web de la casa de ópera, el debut de Gatti se llevará a cabo con Elektra de Richard Strauss, cuya puesta en escena está programada para el 23 de junio de 2010. Como parte de la segunda temporada al frente de la compañía de ópera suiza se escenificarán Falstaff de Verdi y Parsifal de Wagner. De igual forma, durante la tercera temporada el público podrá disfrutar de Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg de Wagner y el Otello de Verdi.

El director italiano posee una sólida trayectoria en el mundo de la ópera pues estuvo a cargo de la Orchestra del Teatro Comunale di Bologna. También fungió como director invitado de la Royal Opera House y se ha presentado en La Scala, Bayreuth y la Ópera Estatal de Viena. Actualmente ocupa el puesto de director de la Orquesta Nacional de Francia y de la Orquesta Filarmónica Real.

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