As the last notes of the delicate chants expire in mystery and when all the august knights of divine appearance have taken their seats by the sacred tables, an imposing silence follows...
The marvelous vision with white tuberose, attractive and fatal, was all naked...
Exotic mystery...
From a deep depth, as if emerging from the black grave, the voice of old Titurel is heard...
He orders his son imperatively, to uncover the Holy Grail to contemplate him for the last time.
Amfortas resists and says: "No! Leave it without uncovering! Oh! Is it possible that no one is able to appreciate this torture that I suffer when contemplating what enraptures you?"...
"What does my wound mean, what does the severity of my pain, in the face of anguish, the infernal torture of being condemned to this atrocious mission?" ...
"Cruel inheritance, entrusted to me, the only criminal among all ... guardian of the holy relic"...
"I need to implore the blessing for the pure souls"...
"Oh punishment, unequaled punishment sent by the Almighty whom I terribly offended!"...
"For him, for the Lord, for his blessings and favors I have to sigh with vehement longing"...
"Only for penance, only for the deepest contrition of the soul, I have to reach HIM"...
"The hour is approaching, a ray of light descends to illuminate the Holy Miracle; the veil falls"...
"With splendid power shines the Divine content of the consecrated vessel"...
"Throbbing in pain of supreme delight, I feel the fountain of heavenly blood pour into my heart"...
"And the boiling of my own sinful blood will flow back in a mad torrent, and spill, with horrendous dread, through the world of passion and crime."
"Again he breaks his prison and flows abundant from this wound, similar to his, opened by the blow of the same spear that there inflicted on the Redeemer, that wound with which he cried in tears of blood, for the shame of humanity in the longing for his Divine compassion. "
"And now, from this wound of mine, in the most holy place, the custodian of the Divine Goods, the guardian of the balm of redemption, the boiling blood of sin gushes forth, always renewed at the source of my longings, that no expiation can, oh !, extinguish already "...
"Mercy! Compassion! You, the All Merciful, have pity on me! Deliver me from this inheritance, close this wound for me and make healed, purified and sanctified I may die for you!" ...
"I do not know who I really am in this bloody flame of anguish, of pain, of joy and tears in which the Mystery of a charm is born that destroys my life and feeds it, but I sense something terribly Divine" ...
"I do not know who I am in this fatal web of my own existence that contemplates with mystical amazement, foam fish in vertigo of terror, and a spring of centuries that I raise to uselessly quench this insatiable thirst that torments me" ...
"In this vain world of infinite darkness and bitterness, I question myself with an unknown voice that seems like an alien and grave voice"...
"And my poor reason remains vanished, miserable shadow of sin!"...
Amfortas falls unconscious after these words, and the Holy Grail is uncovered...
They tell old traditions that are lost in the night of countless centuries, that when that excellent sublime man took out the sacred chalice -perfect symbol of the feminine YONI-, a dense twilight, -the sexual mist of the Hebrew Tabernacle-, was deliciously spread throughout the wonderful environment of the Sanctuary.
This reminds us of the SAHAJA-MAITHUNA in the supreme instant ... The Mysteries of the LINGAM-YONI are terribly Divine...
From above, from the sky, from Urania, a very pure ray of light descends that when falling on the chalice makes it shine with a purple, infinite, inexhaustible splendor...
Amfortas knows how to use the phallic cross and with his transfigured countenance he raises the Grail aloft and blesses the bread and wine of transubstantiation.
The choirs resound delightfully loving and worshiping.
Amfortas returns to deposit in the ark the sacred ember that is slowly paling as the thick sexual twilight dissipates again...
"The bread and wine is distributed on the tables, where everyone sits, except Parsifal who remains standing and in ecstasy, from which he finally comes out only because of the laments of Amfortas, for whom he suffers, the young man, Mortal spasm. Gurnemanz, believing him of that to be brutalized and unconscious in all of that, grabs his arm and brutally throws him out of the sacred enclosure while the voices of young people, children and gentlemen who sing sanctification in Faith and Divine Love are extinguished in space. ".
It is therefore well known for the good of the great cause, that WAGNER prohibited the representation of his PARSIFAL outside of that wonderful theater of BAYREUTH...
With much success we already said that once the legal deadline had been fulfilled, PARSIFAL was known in all the theaters of Europe...
When it comes to the truth we must be very frank; It is certainly regrettable that Wagner's widow and son together with some other German musicians had tried to modify the law on intellectual property, with the obvious purpose of limiting the performance of the Parsifal exclusively to the old theater of BAYREUTH...
It is obvious that these sincerely mistaken ones did not achieve their well-known purpose.
It is unquestionable that the pain of some is joy for others. The failure of these well-intentioned people had formidable international repercussions among European audiences who were thus not deprived of knowing the great work.
Magnificent works cannot be limited in space or time ... It is absurd to want to cover the sun with one finger...
People out there say that this over-said work was sung before 1914 in the New York Metropolitan Theater, jumping over all kinds of legal obstacles.
It is pathetic, clear and definite, that the company paid the fine with infinite pleasure, since it is obvious that it had huge profits.
But ... Good heavens! Didn't the same thing happen in Monte Carlo? Everyone knows that the sacred poem was intended to be performed; unfortunately due to threats from Wagner's widow and son, the play could only be sung in a function of a treat.
We are now going to carefully transcribe a newspaper article, very interesting by the way:
"The PARSIFAL affair came to WAGNER's mind in 1854, but he did not begin work on the poem until the spring of 1857, suspending it several times, until at last he finished it on February 23, 1877."
"Long before the book was finished he composed some musical pieces, the first in 1857; but in reality, he did not begin to work seriously on the score until the autumn of 1877, that is, the same year in which he wrote the last sentence of the poem".
"The play was definitively finished on January 13, 1882. Soon after the preparations for the premiere began, and once well already rehearsed, the PARSIFAL was premiered on July 26, 1882 at the Bayreuth Theater."
"Parsifal was a huge success that brought tears to that genius so experienced to fight."
"Wagner, moved, embraced with enthusiasm the Materna and Scaria, who played the roles of Kundry and Gurnemanz respectively, as well as the great teacher Herman Levi, who conducted the orchestra, and whom we met and applauded twelve or fourteen years ago in Madrid, in those famous concerts of Prince Alfonso, in which there were such eminent German conductors ".
"It is fair to dedicate, when speaking of this, a memory of admiration and sympathy to the great master Mancinelli, who was the one who" , who introduced us to almost all of Wagner, and the first who organized great concerts".
"That season of auditions under the direction of Mancinelli constitutes a memorable time for the history of the development of lyrical art in Spain."
"Wagner only survived his great Parsifal win about six months."
"Shortly after the premiere, the Master went to spend the winter in Venice, as had been his custom since 1879, and there, suddenly, he was surprised by death on February 13, 1883, next to his wife, Cósima Liszt -daughter of the famous musician of that surname- and of his friend Joukowsky ".
"Two days later, the mortal remains of the glorious creator of the lyrical drama were transferred to Bayreuth where they rest in the garden of Wahnfried's little house, under a block of marble without any adornment or inscription."
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