Unbekanntes Album (15.02.2021 21:18:25)

Hildegard 2. Columba aspexit: Schulz/Linde

A Tu Lado (feat. Víctor Hernández)

O Vale do Amor (Piano Instrumental)

 A lot of folks have flying dreams. I did too. Except that in my case, I actually did fly... For two years!

It was when I was eleven and twelve years old. Folks always make fun of me when I talk about this but, truth be told, people have made fun of me or laughed at me my whole life for one reason or another.

 Oddly enough, I find that inspirational and a source of great pleasure and amusement...for I know know the truth of things that I say or do and I enjoy the looks on their faces when I astonish them or prove them to be ignorant fools. I don't "suffer fools gladly"...I enjoy them gladly! 

  I always had flying dreams that involved me escaping from my home and flying to a better place. Somewhere quiet where there wasn't any trouble. In those dreams, I had to run fast down a hill and lean forward at the bottom...sort of like a ski jumper. It worked but it was just a silly dream of course. 

 The first time I really flew I nearly died. Not from the flight mind you, but, from an oncoming train.
I was visiting a cousin in New England one summer, and we went out on a train trestle because everyone did it or they were "chicken"...so of course, I went out there on the old rickety trestle over Watershops Pond to  wait for a train and run like crazy to beat the engine to a side escape platform or to the end of the trestle. The other reason I did it was to impress a girl I liked a lot. 

 Well, I got out in the middle and sure enough, the "3PM from Hartford" came barreling down the tracks straight for me. Back in those days, engineers seldom stopped for kids on the tracks...you were trespassing and deserved what you got. They usually could not stop in time anyway and their jobs depended on getting into their stations on time...so they just kept on rolling and let nature take it's course if a kid was stupid enough to go on the tracks.

 The whole trestle creaked and groaned like a dying animal when the train's mighty weight came across the wooden beamed structure...and it shook so much that, I thought it may just come apart right then and there. I ran as fast as I could for the South end of the trestle but, unfortunately, I caught a shoe lace on a raised rail spike that had worked loose. 

 I ended up just abandoning my shoe as the train whistle began it's three long blows. It sounded like a T-Rex about to devour me. I noticed the faces of the engineer and brakeman as they bore down on me. One was laughing and the other was drinking from a mug. Neither was even looking at me.

  In that terrible instant, I remembered something momma had said to me when I was younger. She said, "You can't do nuthin unless you truly believe you can, son"...Well, I believed I would surely die in about 5 seconds as the train ran over me. So I summoned up every ounce of courage I had in my young body and threw myself off the trestle. I learned later on, that it was one-hundred and eighty feet down to the water.

 At first, I just closed my young eyes and spread out my arms like a bird. I felt the rush of the air and heard the flapping of my pants... as I  plummeted downward like a stone. Then I remembered to "believe" I could fly. It turned out to be real easy to do that, since I had no other option...and I trusted my momma. Suddenly, my fall slowed down and I felt myself begin to hover above the water... the wind then became horizontal, not vertical past my body.

 Then, slowly, I opened my eyes...to my astonishment, there on the shoreline below me was my cousin's dog, "Eno"  barking up at me. He had followed us as usual. My friends were obscured by the train at the far end of the trestle. In fact they never saw me jump or take flight. They assumed I had leaped into the murky waters and died.

 For some reason I don't remember the flight home...only arriving at my relatives house and looking down at their roof...I circled the house and went into my upstairs guest bedroom via the dormer on the roof. I remember seeing my father's car in the drive and him cooking on the grill below me. I must have been exhausted from my ordeal, because I woke up in my bed the next morning just in time for breakfast. It  almost seemed like a dream until the next day, when all the  cousins and other kids gathered round me to touch me and see if I was real. Of course they could tell nobody about the day before and neither could I. They would be in big trouble if they did and who would have believed ME?

 I flew many times after that day and will write about those days at a future date. This was only the beginning of an amazing chapter in my young life. The whole flight and hovering thing seems incredible but, you can test this for yourself to see that I am no liar...here's how...

 Get your self a cat and some toast with butter. Everyone knows that cats always land on their feet and dropped toast always lands butter side down. Then strap the toast to the cat's back (butter side up) and drop it from about shoulder height...the cat will drop a foot or so and then hover in place. You cannot defy the laws of physics... for we are a nation of laws. You cannot defy the law. 

Furthermore, the cat knows it must land on it's feet whilst the toast, governed by physics, must land butter side down. This results in what we call "stasis". 

 There you have your proof...so who's laughing now? ☺

 

 


"In Dreams I Fly " Copyright 2011- Asteri Galanos

Blue-back Woods

6. A Crow Cries for Mamma

Golden-realms

4. Angels

Island Of The Sirens

We can't know everything but, we CAN imagine... anything. Imagine the Soul, of the Son, of God. Reflected in this music is, the imagining of the time before the birth of... the being... called, "Jesus". From before the birth through the Ascension and Mystical Reunion. 

Somewhere in the cosmos, somewhere in time, out in the heavens, at the center of everything where an awareness is breathed into the Soul of Jesus, the soon to be created man, just before his birth. The Infant Soul trembles in fear and doubt, knowing and envisioning what will be asked of it. Knowing what lies before the man it will become for a time. Nonetheless, it accepts what The Infinite, The Divinity..."God"... has foretold of it's earthly journey to come. He will be the embodiment of forgiveness. The Holy Seed of Peace and Love for mankind to nurture, that he lead lead them out of darkness...IF they come to understand what forgiving means and its power and it's path to peace. Someone HAS to be the LAST to die at the altar of ignorance and hate. Forgive.

Preludio

castle's call/pilgrim's flight, phil keaggy cover (carbon fiber guitar tone)

Burn In Love

Angelos Tsoutsis was born in Florina Greece .He started classical guitar lessons during the akademic year 1991 to 1992 , taught by Laertes Koulis and later continued his studies at the Macedonian Conservatory of Thessaloniki , from which he graduated in 2002. Then he worked as a guitar teacher at the conservatory of Florina Municipality during the academic year 2003-2004 and the High School Musical of town Amyntaion during the years 2008-2009 , and small , local music schools , as  school of Aristotle . Alongside his studies in classical guitar  he was also educated in music therapy from ms  D. Psaltopoulou(MA-CMT) during the years 2005-2008 .From there he took his first degree in the process Bonney Guided Imagery and Music with supervising professors  dr Peter Jampel and dr Barbara Hesser. He did his practical training , with particular success in K.E.K.Y.K.A. WITH A.(Center of Education Social Support and Training for Handicaped people)of Florina. During the year 2007 has written music for plays, the most important was called  ''Polis''(Η Πόλις) an attempt on performing  Costas Cavafy 's poetry in theatrical form . Director was mr Asteris  Peltekis and the actor was Nickolaos Naoumidis . In 2020 , July 1st , he played and got his Guitar Diploma in Florina Conservatory . The professor was Eleni Tsilipakou.

 Angelos Tsoutsis  has begun giving recitals for classical guitar from an early age in various local theaters  of Greek and while older also abroad . He has attended several seminars classical guitar with great teachers such as Hubert Keppel, Gerhard Reichenbach, Nora Buschmann, Carles Trepat, Alekos Vegοs and others .

  He is  very experienced in concerts in small spaces and in various musical genres. His teaching experience ( about 100 pupils in their entirety ) , has demonstrated that pupils of all ages and from childhood to old age , are experiensing extra ordinary transmissibility during the lesson . Trying to reach each learner with separate terms to suit the particular idiosyncrasies of each of them simultaneously but the lessons remain inside the formal matter of the official conservatory books.So it has been shown that students within a relatively very fast timescale are developing the musical perception and can perform entire compotisitions.

Preludio

Angelos Tsoutsis

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