"To the men of science, who have always saved Humanity from darkness, often opposed, so much so that they became "Martyrs of Truth, such as Dr. Giuseppe De Donno." To the world From another world Nov. 19, 2023 Story of a music May the Revolution begin This is the dedication on the title page of the score of the 1st Movement of this symphonic poem, "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind." It should not have required the sacrifice of one's life to affirm that snow is white and grass green, but, in an absurd and awful world, the best have been vilified, outraged, annihilated by an information system, the very arm of a dissociated and murderous politics, which has been cowardly engaged in the extermination of other thinking. Dr. De Donno, who fought for the good of the people and his patients, is proof of this. He only wanted to save lives. He was attacked. They gave him no chance. They reduced him to ashes. He took his own life, in despair. We may never see the perpetrators in jail, but History has already condemned them, and in the future, when the 2020 / 2023 triennium is studied, justice will be done to those who wanted things well done, stigmatizing those who instead were paid by the system to make an already serious situation an operation to assassinate the best minds around, not homologated with the dominant thought. Today I am grateful to life for what it has given me. I am grateful for the opportunity to see the greenery in my garden grow timidly but unceasingly. I am grateful, yes, because I can still write whatever I want, despite a world where thinking otherwise is subjected to censorship, mockery and mystification. I know how extraordinary things Mankind can do, and I trust that it can express itself at its best, because we deserve the chance to live in harmony all together, perceiving ourselves as brothers. To do this, to overcome the collective pain that grips Mankind, we need the Cure. We need to heal. We must accept ourselves, identify ourselves and dedicate ourselves to love. This music, "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind," revolves around Jung's concept of "Individuation," a psychic reality on which I have been reflecting for at least 4 months, ever since I began to analyze my Companion's ability to cast out the past, separating from it gracefully, never to return. I was reading online about how the concept of "Individuation" can be explicated as the approaching of the ego toward the self, but in my opinion there is a further dimension, that of the fusion of the ego with the self, in a task union, through a mathematical union of two sets, which is able to generate an accomplished harmony of these two entities, through the grace of a gentle and heartfelt dance, which allows, finally, the individual, to transform into a Person who decides, once and for all, never to go back to its destructive phase. I have been walking for 15 years together with my Companion. It can be said that I took my first steps of true life with her, thanks to her and today I am glad to be able to create something worthy, to make her smile and share new attempts at a growing form of well-being, through which we can enjoy the collective joy of a tribe that knows how to experience the cosmos and its gifts. When one is healed, then one can attend to the health of others, so that, slowly, all of Humanity is better off. I am grateful to life, yes, because now I see, I have the ability to discern what is good, distinguishing it from what is not. Now my existence has a meaning, the one I have traced along the path, after many trials and small, great victories. I feel that I have become the man I wanted to be as a child. I feel how well I am doing. I feel that I am no longer alone. All this gives me pure joy. I serenely wait for People to stop warring with each other, because another way of being together is still possible, just waking up and looking around benevolently, ready to embrace those who really want to feel close to us, in vision and existential planning. Let's come to the composition: it all stemmed from 32 bars for solo piano, which I had titled "Letter," written at the end of July 2023, with which I dreamed of being able to compose music with orchestra, a solo instrument and a narrative voice, telling the exploits of a little girl able to grow up, cast out the past and become a wonderful Woman, just like my Companion. Everything I have been writing for 15 years has centered on her image as a Person capable of working wonders. This music is divided into 4 parts, real Movements: 1. "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind" 2. "Letter from the little girl who chased away the past" 3. "Vision" 4. "Mosaic of glows" This is a concept album, revolving around the concept of "Individuation," which is its real driving force, axis and glue. The first Movement, "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind," was written in a few days, then underwent painstaking labor limae, which allowed it to be as polished as I wanted it to be. There are two themes in the Movement, one warlike and one loving, which alternate with the intention of recomposing a desirable unity, between our warrior side and the other side that wishes to leave everything behind to embrace that love that can resignify everything. The 4 Movements of music constitute a true "Symphonic Poem," named after the first Movement, "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind." In this Symphonic Poem there is the symphony orchestra, a choir and various electronic instruments, because of the intention of wanting to blend together timbres of a very different nature. I am behind these notes, in the silences of the pauses. Now, listening to it all over again, I feel a great well-being: the music, both in its formal and content components, is exactly as I dreamed and desired it to be. I feel joy, therefore. The composition is varied, when there are repetitions it is to emphasize a construct that the musician wanted to reiterate, the rhythm, at times, is pressing. This is my letter to the world, in sounds. A work with which I yearn to communicate how the best is possible, desirable, achievable. We are here to do great things, I have always known this and together we can erect monumental constructions, of majestic beauty. I conceived this music for a very large ensemble. It was my first time in this instance. Now I can say how completely successful I find the experiment, capable of generating moments of poignant pulchritude. In this Symphonic Poem, one finds belligerent themes opposing the human landscape that is before the eyes of those who wish to see accurately what powerful and media are preparing for the future of Humanity. We live in a dystopian age in which everything that is decided by governments is a negative act, against the desires and needs of the people, among whom many are, alas, gone, will no longer be salvageable, since they have allowed themselves to be poisoned by the lies of television. A people of virgins who offer themselves to the Dragon, for a place on television stations, of dwarves who play intellectuals, of mindless thinkers who exalt violence against the different one on duty, resulting in the death of otherness, in a process of nullification of the human being that opens the door to the man-machine of science fiction, an individual who will no longer process constructs independently, but will be happy to think what will be whispered to him to judge as good or bad. My music openly opposes this empty and venomous scenario, in which Mankind will surely lose its Beauty. Mine, always, has been a militant music, since it fights for a bright future in which People could live happily. I know that day may come, I await it, and if I do not see it, I will still have lived a life in pursuit of a good thing. This is a historical epoch that will have to be studied in detail by historians and especially by anthropologists and psychiatrists, because our society has lost all good and is being led by subjects of unspeakable perfidy... I am convinced that something good could happen, for everyone, but it is conditio sine qua non to free ourselves from all that evil that suffocates us every day. Urgent the Cure... This symphonic poem, "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind," is a denunciation against those lords who, in total blindness and perfidy, rule the world by maliciously deciding the fate of peoples. These individuals have always intended to undermine the foundations of human life, and this process can no longer be tolerated. It is time to unite and say, "Enough!" The music of this symphonic poem is rich. I worked on harmonies, rhythms, and instrument choices. I worked, within the 4 scores, so that there was always a universalistic breath, tending toward the full realization of a society in which every child who is born is a gift, a prodigy, an opportunity on the part of adults to do right by the children of a Humanity that has been imprisoned for too long. We have been tortured, and those who say otherwise lie first of all to themselves, and then spread the poison to everyone they meet along the way. I am fed up with the lies, during the Pandemic, which was a Schizodemic, they instilled the worst poison in the mouths of most, who genuflected to an evil too strong, capable of devastating the entire social fabric created by man over centuries of work. They have hurt us. Too much. It can no longer be tolerated that they go ahead with their deadly project, which enriches a handful of individuals in order to destroy and impoverish almost all the people. This symphonic poem has parts that recur within the 4 Movements, as if to emphasize a continuity and a Fil Rouge that inexorably binds various musical structures. I am satisfied with the timbral impasto. I have always wanted to write for orchestra. The powerful do not want you to be able to identify yourself: unhinge the lying superstructures above us, life can be truly beautiful and we can create a wonderful existence, in the company of People capable of respecting and loving us. This music is a hymn to the Revolution of Consciences, which are in us and intend to show us the way, made of goodness and justice, truth and Beauty. One day, all this mental disorder and chaos in Western societies will be a distant bad memory and a warning to all future generations not to repeat the same mistakes. To not be incensed by the media, which will no longer have to be the military arm of the elites. To never be destabilized by anyone, since one's balance and center will be judged sacred. To not perish behind the lies of those who want your harm. There is still hope, let us not forget. There is so much love in the world, an unequivocal answer to all the rot of the powerful. There are those who want to protect themselves from attack, and, resisting, dream of being at peace with each other in order to help each other as brothers. This symphonic poem strongly and determinedly reaffirms the right of a human being to grow up in an environment that is not hostile to him or her, in order to be able to assert his or her authentic identity without being attacked and considered a danger to society. When we all identify ourselves, the world will be a peaceful place. There is a very deep psychiatric need, which needs to be taken into account, to generate the possibility of prevention and treatment for all. Pain is not mocked. Pain is overcome, with the proper help, and then we are able to lift up the brothers and sisters we meet along the way. In my music, there is a voice that cries out for justice. It is my own, that of when I was a child and longed for a beautiful world. Children were treated badly today, during the Pandemic, and this should never have happened. I write for all children. A just world should be built especially for them. There is great hope, in this symphonic, unstoppable poem, as I believe that Mankind should never kneel to any powerful. I sing the sweetness of an embrace. The smile of the Beloved Person. The memory of a Father capable of seeing beyond. I have been composing regularly for 15 years, ever since my Companion resignified me, and I must say that this is a relative high point for me in my artistic production. First, because of the ensemble: orchestra, choir, electronic instruments, then because of the broad scope to which this artistic creature tends. Finally, the pathos, that ecstatic yearning with which the music tends to hymn to a better tomorrow for all. I believe it. I have to believe it. I do not want to resign myself to it. With time, with perseverance, with commitment and attention, I am closer to my Self, and I feel that, for me, this is the only way forward, the best way. There is a dark force, which has been going around the world for centuries and is the fruit of the lives of unstable people, dedicated to the devastation of others' existences, which has exacerbated the suffering of millions of people, making them almost unbearable. Their power must end, now. Recently, in a view that has persisted for centuries, from 1989, the year of the fall of the Berlin Wall, until now, their grip has become asphyxiating. Their venomous media. Their iniquitous laws. Man must say, "Enough." Such a violent and lying power design is no longer tolerable. One day, someone will say such beautiful and profound words that so many People will follow and find it right. It will be the beginning of the New Age of Light, in which care and freedom will be defended as immovable pillars of togetherness. We will then be equipped with all the tools necessary to protect life and no one will be allowed to offend it anymore, in any way. These thoughts animated me while writing this symphonic poem, "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind." They are revolutionary acts these mental constructs with which I feel I am doing well. I have been reflecting on these realities for years, in the last 4 months even more so, since I felt strong writing about a little girl's "Letter" to the world, a letter with which she would cast out the past, after becoming a girl, in a rebellious motion capable of giving her the serenity of being authentically herself. My intent was indeed prodigious, since I, in this "Letter" saw the words of my Companion, who has long since identified herself and proudly shows her smile to those she meets on the street. In the title, there is that verb "Heal me," because we all need to be healed of the evil of a psychotic world that wants us to be slaves. The music is powerful. Now that I listen to it again, I can say that with certainty. There is a need for art in this remnant of the century, not that commodity passed off as creativity on which the powerful make money to undo the psyches of many, but something that is able to speak to hearts and let minds think. Something that excites us deep in our hearts. Something that soars with us, because we are all called to live well. Here, I, with my militant music, have this mission. I try to awaken myself and await the awakening of my fellow human beings. In the past year, I sent a piece of music to a Composition Competition and now I have written this symphonic poem and feel that I am on my path, the best path that existence could set before me. This music is as beautiful as I could compose, I mean that very frankly. The 4 Movements end with the same ending: it is an operation born of reflection, as if to say that all those sounds end with the same solution. Today I wake up with my Companion. We joke. We hug each other. We enjoy a good breakfast, and that is all thanks to our commitment to affirming our diversity. I could never have lived in the norm, which is murderous. I could never have moved in a deeply sick society, which is mockery of the one who bears a difference in views, in intent, in feelings. One day the different people of the world will unite. They will be the noblest people ever seen on the face of the earth. Until then, it will be good to tend to one's own garden, in which, perhaps, a beautiful grass grows, with a greenness capable of warming the heart. I am satisfied with the level reached by my music. I always compose, when I have ideas, which, often, arise on their own, in perfect autonomy, perhaps while putting the dishes back in the sink. For me, now, composing music has become the mission of my existence, I feel the greatness of it, and I am really happy in being able to relate to the world in this mode. With this symphonic poem, I intend to convey a signal of peace, which will only be achieved through the unarmed struggle between us and our immature parts, the depth of constructive thinking against our most innate fears, the desire to be a healthy Person and the destructiveness of the child who has perhaps felt frustrated and abandoned. "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind" is an act by which I build a bridge between me and People who are searching for their good selves. We could live so well together. I believe this from the depths of my being. Instead, we are being directed by putrescent individuals who want peoples' evil. In the West, this dynamic is now clear. They are a ruling class of murderers, hardened criminals, dedicated to war, always leaving poor young men in the trenches fighting in the name of a homeland that has taken everything from them. Let us rebel, as did Dr. De Donno, whose teaching will not fall into oblivion, for those like me. There is much to be done. There is a world to be rebuilt from the ground up. There is to isolate, to put in the condition of no longer harming anyone, a whole plethora of powerful people who would be ready to put the whole world to the sword, for their own lust for power. "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind" is meant to represent the intrapsychic struggle between good, love, and evil, devastation. No one is excluded from this dynamic of struggle, we all go through it, some before and some after, and we have to come to terms with it, to identify ourselves and finally discover ourselves capable of loving, working, taking care of our Beauty and the health of those we love. In this Symphonic Poem, which consists of 4 Movements, there are continuous changes of rhythm. The dimensions of the Movements are remarkable. The ensemble is vast: there is the union of the Symphony Orchestra with the Choir and electronic instruments, to create a crucible where timbres of a heterogeneous nature can merge. Overall, the writing of this Symphonic Poem in 4 Movements turned out to be complex, difficult at times, but I think I generated something good. I worked steadily within the marks of these 4 Scores, I am convinced that I was inspired, and now, that I have almost finished the work, I am happy. In life, it matters to know how to take care of the people you love. This is the message that this Composition carries. At times, existence is indeed difficult, but there is a great reward for those who endure, take the journey to the source of their Self and build a present made up of small joys, staying away from the evils of the world and its deafening violent calls, which undermine the today of men to reduce them to chains. This Composition is for Life. Let us love each other, that is all we have left to do, and, if we have succeeded in loving each other, our existence will not have been in vain. Our earthly days vibrate with an innate fragility. It is good to accept this, living with our loved ones moments of pure good, because the struggle, outside, rages. "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind" is a hymn to the Beauty of being human. It is a dance, around a center, which is one's Self identified through a long and courageous search. There is a gift, for those who set out, that is revealed with each step with the joy of being able to feel alive along the path. This Composition revolves around the concept of worthy existence, which is by no means something taken for granted. Diversity is upsetting. Thinking that we are all different and should not scare us out of a relationship with someone who is not us. The self is calling us. It wants to merge with us. It is up to us to accept it. There is no nobler mission than Individuation. To Individualize is also to save ourselves and to be able to help the People we love to Individualize.... This Composition is a song to the life of a 50-year-old man who one day, tired of pain, set out along a path he had never seen, to start walking. From that day on, his life improved.... "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind" is the fruit of the reflections of 4 months in which I worked steadily, among the peaks of the Aosta Valley, the Alpe di Siusi and my home. I will always remember the green meadow in front of Monte Rosa. This composition is dedicated to men of science and to my mother, who is constantly searching for light. From a world To the world December 3, 2023 Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind - Notes We are all on our way 1st Movement This Tempo, which is entitled "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind" and gives its name to the whole symphonic poem, begins with an orchestral Tutti, expounding Theme A. It is a spreading song. It is the awakening after a long winter. Enter Theme B, supported by the strings, with a solo Horn. It is life taking back its place. The Chorus sings. There is the electronic instruments part, counterpointed by the strings. There is a movement within the piece, which is rhythmic and harmonic. Themes follow one another, in a continuity intended to represent the motion of each Person's existence. There is the light of love and the cool tones of a struggle for self-affirmation that has always accompanied the existence of individuals. The Chorus affirms. The Strings console. The Piano declaims. It is an eternal dance: the brass sing a melody and Theme B repeats, with absolute sharpness. Theme A, of struggle, and Theme B, of love, are intimately connected by the same vital impulse, since, in life, to affirm one's Self requires a struggle within ourselves, against certain parts of us, which do not want to evolve. Theme B, full of pathos, is a representation of what a man feels for his Partner, whom he loves above all else. The Piano resumes a small harmony. Theme A reasserts itself. It is intimately powerful, in its "fortissimo" dynamic. The rock part is striking. The strings splendid in their harmonies. The Chorus utters words of hope. One cannot give up. One can give oneself a moment to oneself, but then one must get back on the path, always. The path of men is beautiful. One must love it. To love oneself. Loving people, being close to them and following them in their process of Individuation and Healing. There is no nobler destiny, ever. The A Theme of Struggle presents itself again in its crystalline majesty. There is no more beautiful path than that which leads to embracing our innermost Self in order to never leave it again and to modulate ourselves according to it in order to face a meaningful existence. To the Piano the final coda. 2nd Movement The 2nd Tempo opens with an orchestral Tutti and is entitled "Letter from the little girl who chased away the past" is dedicated to two women who love me so much: my Companion and my mother, two seekers of the Sun. Enter the Chorus, which gives way to a small Piano part, which is succeeded by the return of the initial Theme A. Into this Movement flowed a part for Pianoforte that I had written in Val d'Aosta, when, in the scraps of time, while my Companion was resting after long walks in the heights, I was composing with my little computer. The opening Theme A returns in a mighty way. It is cheerful. It communicates joy and the Piano resumes its part. There is a brief intervention of percussion and brass, but we can well say that the Piano plays the role of the solo instrument. The rock part arrives. The Piano is answered the massive way by the Orchestra with its Tutti. It is always all about man's ability to individuate himself and the strings comment with various harmonies. The Piano resumes its dance, which at times becomes really heartfelt in a ternary rhythm. The strings, from time to time, intervene, and the Piano resumes its weaving. For the Individuation of our good selves we fight an incredible battle. This music is proof of that. The Piano reiterates certain harmonies. It is the sense of the intrapsychic struggle between us and parts of us and the war out there against a murderous world that wants to enslave us to a form of existence that cannot give us joy. The Persona, inevitably, is struggling within itself, has one part that wants to individuate itself and another part that wishes to remain as it is, childish and rabid, indeterminate and sterile and also lives in disagreement with a system of rules that want it enslaved, without high aspirations and legitimate rights. 3rd Movement "Vision." Begins with a Piano succession, then picks up the Theme of the 2nd Movement. There is an opening Theme of this 3rd Tempo that communicates indeterminacy., which is followed by a rapid part of the woodwinds. The strings soothe the atmosphere. The Piano produces itself in rapid high notes. The struggle continues. It is an inner disagreement between the part that wants to grow and the part that wants to regress. It is a battle with the world. The first Flute expounds an idea. Along comes Theme B and after it the Chorus, with dulcet sounds. Peremptorily returns Theme A. Strings in tension toward the goal. Winds. The Brass move in a harmonic fabric. There is the Theme of the Strings and the resumption of the Theme of the Woodwind, subtly counting the opening theme with the Tutti orchestral. The Love Theme emerges. Love all heals. Everything resignifies. Everything hopes and everything makes possible. There is the Strings Theme and the resumption of the Woodwind Theme, with a sudden resumption of the initial theme with the orchestral Tutti. The love theme emerges. Love heals everything. Everything has new meaning. He hopes for everything and makes everything possible, even when the event seems unlikely. The Person wants to feel good. We have all experienced well-being and know how to recognize it. The Rock part arrives, to which the strings respond, and then the Love Theme is reproduced. The brass instruments create a placid atmosphere, which the woodwinds give emphasis to. The Person fights against their own limits and against a world that does not want them to be fulfilled, but rather dominated by the oppression of the powerful. It is a reality that we all experience, sooner or later, from which our most authentic Self must emerge, wanting us to be fulfilled, serene, at peace with ourselves and the world. Strings in long notes. The love theme returns, which is warm and enveloping and involves a large part of the orchestra. Rock moment. The piano and the first flute alternate. It is a vision that unfolds in a lively piano in ternary time. You need a vision in life. I have mine, which foresees that one day not too far away people will be able to respect each other without any more disagreements. Another Rock moment. A Vision is more necessary than ever. It is a sine qua non. It is the engine of our existence. The Strings weave the plot. In these songs all the timbres blend together. The piano has the task of bringing the piece to the end, in a thing made of chords. The battle has begun. It is urgent to be brave. 4th Movement The 4th movement opens with a militant theme. The battle has now begun and the Person intends to be well. A flute sings its melody. Ottoni responds. Strings create rhythmic movement. The strings return with an incessant Horn melody. Theme A comes back. It's war. A war conflict within us. Individuation awaits us. Our Self is ready to embrace us and never leave us again. We have always had our good selves. They had always been there waiting for us to reveal them to ourselves, to create a new Person, capable of living, loving and working. Our path is unveiling. It's revelation. Epiphany. It means tending more and more towards sacred love for ourselves and those around us. Theme B of love takes over, with strings, brass and woodwind. Love can heal. Hope changes the brain. Every person is born with the destiny of being able to fully realize themselves. This is our primary task. The internal struggle within us is between light and darkness. Between creation and destruction, blind violence and domination. I changed myself because I was tired of suffering, like many people I met along my path. The long search has begun. Humanity is on a journey. There are those who long to see her defeated. There are those who, every day, fight in the trenches to save a life. The moment is fateful. No one should be left behind. Everyone will identify themselves and save a portion of the world. Flashes. You will see flashes, in a kaleidoscopic mosaic. Salvation will be celebrated for all those who wanted to take part in the joy of the tribe.
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As if by magic
"To the men of science, who saved Humanity from darkness, often opposed, so much so that they became "Martyrs of Truth," like Dr. Giuseppe De Donno" Andantino, heartfelt, intimate, thanks to the process of individuation It closed, behind us, a summer that saw me reflecting, writing and composing relative to my ability to understand the wonderful identity of my Companion, to be able to love her seamlessly. I wrote about a Child who cast out the past, rendering it harmless. I have written about a Little Girl who identified herself over time, becoming a Woman, and finally I am here proclaiming my Love to the eternal Girl who resignified me, helped identify me and supported me, in the most difficult moments, without ever growing tired of me. After 15 years of relationship, I can say that I truly love my Companion, since I see her in the vast complexity of her architecture of thought, her world of affection and her deepest feelings. Now I am happy. Now I can live. Now I can dance with reality. Yesterday I thought that although the world is on fire, and echoes of monstrous bombs are everywhere, a Person, if he really wants to, can be in harmony with himself and with others. As if by magic, I discovered my strength. My center. As if by magic because indeed it has been a long journey, I must say quite beautiful, leading me to resignify myself, give myself a name and celebrate the beauty of the cosmos together with my Companion. I do not forget anyone. Everyone taught me something I did not know. My Woman believed in me when I was invisible. This is the prodigy and she saw me beautiful when I was wounded and battered. Today there is an extreme need for Healing. The world is sick, has long been in severe decompensation and will die if we do not heal it. I believe anything is possible, really. Because I have passed through a narrow and fearful road, making my growth and revelation possible, I believe it is possible that every human being can heal, because if one thing happens to one Person, then it can happen to everyone. Growth. Abandon one's condition of destructiveness. To do this takes a lot of dedication. Abnegation. The first results can be seen right away. "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind" is a powerful whisper in sounds. It is a song of an ancient chorus. It is the hope that we do not let go of the worst, which may never end. This composition is something I have been working on recently, but it blends with other music that I have been writing since July 2023, and, in my mind, they already constitute a quadriptych to be considered as a single work entitled: "Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind." It is a work about the end of a time and the meager yet mighty hope that to open may be another time, new, happy, just, for all. There is a mind of the world, quite dangerous. It is the mind of the universal masters, who have no problem sending peoples to war. It is that mind that is the enemy of Humanity. I am grateful for the precious gifts I have received from life. I am grateful because I can love. Embrace. Dream. I am also curious to see how the history of Humanity may turn out. Will there be the end of one time and the beginning of another new better one in a New Age of Light? I truly hope so from the bottom of my heart. We are all a great poem, which attentive eyes will be able to read, to whisper how beautiful we are. Mankind truly deserves to be able to live in harmony. I have been advocating this for at least 15 years, ever since I began to see a glimmer even for me, who was a mess. This composition is an anthem. There is Love and war in it, as it testifies today. There is hope in it. The Beauty of an encounter. The enchantment of a kiss stolen from one's Woman who turns and smiles at you, making you feel at home. Life is too beautiful, to throw it away, because every morning, when we wake up, we have the opportunity to experience the Universe in our hands... And I am grateful... The desire to be well leads People to their own full realization. Sometimes I think that although the world may be on fire, with deafening echoes of war, a Person can still be at peace with himself and others. Heal me from the darkness of the world's mind. This composition is for a large ensemble and mixes sounds of the symphony orchestra with those of Rock, along with a chorus of voices. It is the result of 12 days of composing, labor limae and chisel work, concluded this morning, Nov. 13, with the processing of the audio data. "Heal Me from the Darkness of the World's Mind" combines a theme of love, with which I intended to represent the tension of a man's feeling toward his Healing Companion, with a theme of war, which is not merely the war on the battlefields, but the war that goes on every day in our heads, between wanting to destroy everything and loving, between devastation and longing for a life in the light, between harmonies and songs, authentic acts of momentum toward Otherness and the desire to do good. Every human being is called to undertake his or her own process of Individuation, as Jung skillfully theorized. We are all on the path toward our most authentic selves, and if we could embrace and merge with it, this world would surely be a more peaceful place. Today I inaugurate a sequence of short stories about what I am composing from the beginning of last summer to the present. The world is in need of care and desirable healing because it is sick and so its life does not work. The backbone of these compositions, which together create a quadriptych, is Jung's concept of "Individuation." If we were all intent on our own process of individuation, the world would certainly be healthier. Peaceful. A wonderful place. Here above is the first orchestral fragment of the first piece of music, a composition with which I hope people will find their own path, individuate themselves and no longer wage war against each other. Today I have concluded a piece on healing, entitled "Heal me," since we do not heal from evil alone, but rather within the dynamic of human relationship, with a You who is able to interpret us and live us in a healthy way. By reading us, the other places before us the image of a human being that is us, in continuous search of well-being, able to feel good and to sustain the realization of being able to say we are finally on axis, after that storm that, some more than others, has torn us all apart, resulting in a state of chaos whose ultimate goal has always been to make us lose control and throw us into the arms of endless pain. "Heal me" is, instead, a hymn to that which heals. That which vivifies. That which makes one glad to proceed along one's path. The little girl walked the streets of her town, hand in hand with her daddy. She was happy. She grew up healthy. She was alert and curious. She interpreted what happened to her. She created relationships among the dynamics. She became a wonderful girl and came to know the evil that men do to themselves and other men, for a sadistic taste of hurting and acclaiming themselves as winners. She fled in horror. She did not want to witness that scabrous and indecent spectacle. She opened herself to the world, even though that bitter awareness of a disbanded Humanity, lusting to kill the thought of the different and creative, was seeping into her soul. She transformed herself into Woman. She learned the art of healing each other's wounds. She became a Woman, and waited for her own destiny to be fulfilled. Her eyes had seen the evil, the devastation, the horrifying scenario of human beings who, unable to take care of someone, prefer to destroy him or her, in order to propose to the world the ever-changing image of a human race that mows down thought, kills the unconscious reasons of the suffering, humiliates diversity, in order to proclaim itself King of who knows what kingdom, above an endless desert, which tells of death and overpowering. The Woman discovered that she was a healer. First she healed herself of the poison of a sick society. She isolated herself. She rediscovered the satisfaction of growing a plant in the garden, with the love she would have liked to give to a man who could read and love her. One day she met a warrior, who, like her, had fled his own war, and the two loved each other. She healed him, healing his wounds. He saw her in her boundless beauty as a princess and decided that he would never abandon her. The two went on their own path, observing, from afar, the chaos generated by evil, which was sickening so many men and women around the world. This is the story of a Healer, who saved a warrior, to live with him forever, in harmony. Some people were awakening. Some people were beginning to no longer believe true the narrative of evil, which was spreading at all hours of the day and night in all the cities of the Earth. The Healer and her Warrior waited, full of confidence, for all mankind to wake up and reject evil, to stop letting it enter their homes. It was a war. An intrapsychic conflict, which was celebrated within one's own mind, between a force that craved the destruction of humankind and another that instead wished to love and live in peace with all. The Healer was living her own harmony. He looked at her full of admiration. He could not have loved anyone else. She had made him happy. Free. She had given him his own dimension of sanity after the war, and, from that day, the warrior dared to touch happiness with a finger, even though outside their home, chaos was waiting for them. The Healer knew how to love. He was a glow in the illune night. He would follow her to the ends of the earth, since he trusted her blindly. She would never expose him to danger. He would never betray her, remaining faithful to her forever in a form of all-encompassing loyalty. Here is the silence of the mountain, introspection, in the sound of the incessant wind. The storm has passed and cannot reach us. We are finally able to love. We are free. We are who we were called to be as children and we deserve the best. Now, we can be truly happy.
The other day I sent my piece, "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", to a composition competition that will start in August 2023. I am very satisfied. This morning I leafed through the score, finding it expressive, complex, in an architecture of musical thought that took me fifteen years to achieve, with daily practice and the desire to communicate my internal world to anyone who wanted to receive it. It is written in order not to die. It is written not to be forgotten. We write to reach someone who knows how to keep our secrets. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" has a courtly and elegiac tone, it is the celebration of a man's love for his Muse, an inextinguishable source of wisdom. There are so many colors inside. It took me two years to compose it, from the first lockdown to today. I reworked it over and over again, always with the intention of making my musical world clear. Inside, there are notes of love, for those who are always present in my life, a Woman who saw me before I saw my identity to be able to shine brightly in the space before us. This composition is pure feeling, combined with the calculation of reasoning that is due to a mathematical and geometric structure such as music. This piece is the final dimension, that poignant nostalgia that a man feels far from his partner, in a dimension that embraces and adores her, as he knows that there is no better Person in the world than her. I have questioned myself, in recent years, since the advent of the Pandemic. I think I can say I opened my eyes. They are not for sale. I've never been. I have always looked for goodness. Constructive relationships. Health, and now I contemplate my Muse, who has given new meaning and has healed everything, chasing away the storm of the past, which she intended to kill me. This song is the climax of my artistic production. It represents, in its own right, the undisputed peak. And deep down, for me, there couldn't have been anything better than describing, with a musical code, what I felt in that difficult moment that was the lockdown. We are all in search. Many are already living in the New Age of Light. Others, however, are dormant. “My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible” is for everyone. I hope I did well, in my momentum of representation. I have full faith in people's ability to analyze. We know what we need. We are a beautiful tribe. We are researchers. I saw things more clearly. I translated my amazement at the pulchritude of my Companion into sounds. I encoded my feeling of love and gratitude in acoustic vibrations. I was even moved at times during this gestation. Now I am here, where my world has been made possible by the infinite grace of a Person who has wanted to love me since day one, more than fifteen years ago. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a song, entrusted, at certain times to the solo trumpet. I know I gave it my all. More than this I could not have done. I have always researched myself. I singled myself out. I believed in that perception. I nurtured it and followed it. I became a man and now I know. I know what I don't like. I abhor the violence of certain human relationships. I stay away from lies. I don't believe a single word of the powerful. I dream of a new era, made of fairness and light. Love and impulses. Gratitude and healthy feelings. With this music, I intend to convey a signal, that maybe someone will receive, somewhere in the world. After the storm, I was saved by a profound silence, in which I could rebuild myself and by a sincere introspection, with which I didn't intend to tell myself lies. My internal book has been read by intelligent eyes and my internal garden has finally been able to flourish. We are all living in a difficult era, with many unknowns, but we must not despair, because working on ourselves will lead us to new representations of our world, of our needs, of what we really need. Many things have happened, in my little cosmos and in the world, at all latitudes, but one thing I know: together we can do it. We must not be fooled by desperation, which never has anything good to say. We must not believe in the charms of a system that wants us broken and resigned. We must not give up, ever. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is a hymn to life. To that life we all deserve. An existence made of Beauty. Healthcare. Justice. I don't want to accept that man is defeated, because if he loses himself, he will be left with nothing. Total emptiness. The final defeat. This composition wants to describe the momentum of a man towards that Woman who saved him…
The system is in psychotic breakdown. People are confused. A Revolution of consciences is urgently needed, which will lead us towards the New Era of Light. The Anglo-American empire has definitively imploded on itself, leaving a trail of fears and anxieties. People live as they can. They do their best. We are all incredulous. No one could have ever imagined such a high degree of mental splitting of the powerful. We need a real global rebellion. Something never seen before, against all the elites of the world. They want to drag us into the abyss. The abyss has never been so close as now. We have to wake up. We have to move. We must rise up. We gather around the people we love, since there has always been the answer to our desire for health and peace. We try to walk suspended along the abyss so as not to perish. We balance above the devastation and poverty of soul of people in power who would not bring a glass of water to a dying person. Many have delegated their thoughts to the highest bidder. Many have not cared. Many have let others decide, who, in perfect bad faith, have taken advantage of it. I am watching, as I have done in the last fifteen years, since I met my Companion. This world is saved only united. All united, against the bloody tyranny. I, my part of the world, saved it. I saved myself from confusion, I woke up, in these last three years of Pandemia, I can get my son to relate to a father who only wants beautiful things. I don't believe a line of what the journalists write. Not anymore. The one based on the Pandemic was a brutal awakening. They took everything from us. They would have also wanted to take away our hope, to reduce us to a larval state of foolish servants of the powerful. Unfortunately many have been lost. Many, too many, believed the official narrative. Those who didn't believe it are now on the margins of society and can no longer re-enter the community. Their work of ghettoization has been masterful. But there is a possibility that they do not contemplate: we can all unite. We can all say enough. We can all be reborn. It's up to us. We deserve a better, fair and healthy world. Historians will establish how it was possible for the whole world to be seduced by sick individuals. Violent. Sneaky. There is a world to be refounded, from the foundations. A new way of being together is more necessary than ever, a conditio sine qua non. The three years of Pandemia have been a centrifuge and have left many in a serious mental condition, which no one takes care of, because the rulers are intent on completing their murderous project. In April 2019 I published my first novel, "Musa - Thoughts of an artist", in which I analyzed what made this system of power hateful. Shortly thereafter the Pandemic, during which I saw some of my strong points confirmed, while others were added. It was all studied at the table. It was all bloody determined down to the smallest detail. It's the tail slap of a dying creature that has decided to take as many people with it as possible in a lethal crash with the ground. They want a unipolar world. They are dying, but they want it. They do not intend to make room for a world of happy peoples. No one can determine how a Person can attain joy. There are no rules, schemes. No authority imposed from above. We are all on the way. We are all looking for ourselves, in a continuity of solutions that tend towards infinity. They want to take away the joy of being human. I follow everything from afar. My little kingdom dwells elsewhere. I am not a child of this time. I don't belong in this sick society. It took me all my life to be able to say serene, now I can't tolerate someone entering my house and telling me what to do. At this juncture, calm is needed. Cold blood. Analytical skills. Too many people have fallen into the collective hypnosis of the Pandemic and now they no longer understand anything. The project to split the company in two has been perfectly successful. Now they are sure that they can rule a people of sheep for eternity, since, for them, this is the end of history, the definitive setting of the new world order. They have prepared quite a beautiful world, I give it to them. I am out of any competition. Competitiveness. Struggle. The only battle I want to face is the one for a New Era of Light, which is the opposite of what we see now on the streets of our cities. I'm curious. I want to see where this delusion will lead. You can't leave this world in the hands of four sociopaths. They must be locked up. Every day people are locked up for much less. They all deserve jail time. Today I entrust the fruit of two years of work to the great father of waters: "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", born during the lockdown, when I could not see my partner. A long time has passed and many things have changed in my life. Above all, now I see, whereas before my vision was darkened by a series of impediments. Yeah, now I don't trust anyone anymore. I only believe in the goodness of the actions of my partner and my son. This piece arises from the analysis of a Chopin chord agglomeration, in a Ballade by him and takes its first steps as a succession of 4 chords for piano, subsequently transformed into a fabric for strings. At times it has an elegiac tone, which conveys nostalgia for the loved one, but it is full of feelings and thoughts supported by the unshakeable hope of a reunion. I will present this piece at a Competition for Composers, in August. I am proud of my work. I am grateful to life, since I have a special Person next to me. Everyone should have a loving bosom that is his home. Everyone should have the chance to become a Person, after being invisible in the eyes of the system, who has never wanted the good of people. We have to rebel. It is a categorical imperative that we should not disregard. Today the Pandemic, which caused mental illness, is over, but the responsibilities of the rulers are still there and justice is being demanded in a healthy way. This passage was written with attention, dedication, it is my song of love towards the Person who has given me new meaning, giving me pure joy and peace. In the end, Humanity has always been on the road, between ruinous falls and sublime triumphs, we will make it this time too, but the good will of most is needed for an adequate reconstruction of society, which today is in very serious conditions, like a dying. The composition is full of emotions, given by 15 years of life together with She who knows and wants to feel good. I am the singer, with my means. My ability to see and analyze those internal layers of life which, if not listened to, remain unresolved for life, causing infernal mourning, has led me to affirm that this West is extremely ill, being necessary a treatment full of interpretative intelligence and full of pathos. In the West they made us all ill: the Pandemic was only the final blow. I often wonder what the solution could be. I believe that each of us has the right to healthy love. A Companion, a companion who makes us love our existence, doesn't want to distort us and helps us to move towards our best Identity. I see pain, all around. Confusion. Loss. Love is the answer. The love that interprets everything, rigorously, and heals everything, including the ugliest wounds. I was invisible and I became my Partner's Person, the one with whom she decided to live. Power does not love. She has never loved. Power subjugates. He cheats. It leverages power relationships, but it doesn't love. We have to protect ourselves. I chose not to join this criminal design 15 years ago, when I met the one who would become my Muse. Now I have the right to live. I have the right to do well. I have the right to love. This composition is symphonic and conveys a hope: we can all build a kingdom of Beauty that shows us the way. The path has been known since ancient times and whispers to the hearts of men, narrating the story of the individual who cannot be reduced to a servant of the powerful. This piece wants to communicate love and has many different colors inside. It's a story. The amazement of those who, after a long storm, are welcomed by loving hands that take care of them, feed them and watch over them. I feel like a very lucky man. Finally, I can decide what to do good in my life, for whom and how. This composition is a hymn to Beauty, without which I wouldn't know where I would have been. I want to say that life offers us countless possibilities once we leave the path of toxic ways and destructive people. I don't want to go back. I too want my life to be Beauty, and I really believe I have the right to do so. |
AuthorIn this era of lies, projected on a world scale, authentic words are needed. This is my message to the world for a peaceful revolution leading us to a New Age of Light. Archivi
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