Convento La Pace Sassoferrato Italy
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Convento La Pace, Sassoferrato, Italy.
The church bells woke me at 06.00, the Bird Choir not working at sufficient amplitude to waken a conductor from their late night. Rising at 06.10.
Morning Sitting at 07.15.
Breakfast at 08.00 with a presentation.
The morning’s schedule was called by Sr. Nunez, The OCG’s Producer, who will be working in the church with The Plumber Monks to organise their use of space this evening. The right people arrived to discharge necessary functions, such as washing dishes, restoring the dining room & kitchen to Go Mode, the Housework & the Injunctions of Thomas the Sanitarian.
A meeting with The Schizoid Plumbers at 11.30 & personal meetings to follow.
15.13 A question in a personal meeting, regarding the advice: breathe the air around someone who knows. An interesting idea returns.
Lunch at 13.00 with several guests.
15.40 Practising & reflecting.
17.58 Personal meetings.
Buffet of wonder at 17.00.
Gentle practicing. Much showering in the adjoining rooms. The Green Room is open at 20.30.
22.52 Into the Green Room c. 21.00 with The OCG III in performance mode I…
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A pick was given to each member of The Orchestra. This, for me, was a profoundly moving event. Then words were spoken of the performance…
Remain in motion, even in a temporary position of repose.
Relentless loud, low strumming has its place; but not often.
This is a manifestation, presenting our work of 25 years in seeking, however we might call it or understand it, the Good, the Real and the True; that this presentation of our work might support the work of others also seeking the Good, the Real & the True. This manifestation is disinterested, and is clean: simply, this is our work.
Some other words regarding the form of the event, including possible responses from the audience, and then a fisting occurred.
Anna & Tywi left & made announcements in Italian & English requesting audience courtesy in refraining from recording, photography & mobile telephony…
The OCG III left the Green Room at 21.30, with Tobin leading, and entered the church to applause I…
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The piece last c. 25 minutes I…
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A solo by Anna Harp sought to assure the audience that conventional forms of musical expression were also available this evening. Then several pieces by The Plumber Monks I…
The OCG III returned…
… in Whizz Formation of Inner & Outer Circles with Vicious Persons in the four pole positions I…
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The Orchestra returned to the Green Room with The Schizoid Monks remaining, the conductor an honorary member, who delivered Schizoid Man. This was well received. The Schizoid Monks then joined their pals in the Green Room, where an unfisting of The Orchestra took place.
The most impressive factor in watching the Orchestra, for me, was the sight of about 90 adults behaving as if they were children. This was utterly remarkable.
Dessert is about to be served.
On the board…
What Am I Going To Do With The Rest Of My Life?
1. Better not to ask the future to present itself if we’re not prepared to follow where it leads.
2. This future will have an unexpected quality.
3. If we impose our wants & hopes on the future, we prevent it from speaking to us.
4. The creative future accords with common sense; ie it is practical & possible.
5. It is necessary to know the next step, but not necessary to know the step after that.
6. The future may already be in front of us, but unrecognized or unacknowledged.
7. Better to hold the question gently, with eyes open & an available ear, than in desperation; trusting that what is necessary for us is possible & benevolent; and as available to us as we are ourselves available to our creative future.
00.12 At the dessert table, Hernan told me about the bootlegger, this despite the announcement beforehand. Then, to compound his violation of sacred space, he lied: I only recorded the beginning of the show! But this is life in the Basement: without access to conscience, there is no possibility of courtesy & consideration of others. The Basement Lifeform feeds on its environment with no intention to contribute. It is always the same: lies, egotism & un-reason, which only changes when we manage to get out; and where we find, for a moment, that there is a choice which might be made. Something else is possible, but only just.
Few ordinary, decent people would be prepared to accept an accurate depiction of the horrors of this place, unless they knew it repeatedly & undeniably; both in their own experience & its constant impact on their lives. This assumes also an ordinary, decent someone who has been able to climb the ladder to the floor above.
Too late to describe the demands of the journalist from Rome, other than he was sympathetic to the bootlegger, who left with nothing.
