Many of us in the course of our life know someone whose friendship brought us fun and pleasure. In my case, it was a very talented soccer player and guitarist. I have wondered many times whether he could have been just like Julio Iglesias. The latter was a goal keeper who became one of the most famous Latin singers. Fritz Léandre, aka Frito Léandre, was a very outgoing young man who loved football and music. He was living in Port-au-Prince where he was playing soccer for Racing Football Team. But, when he would come to Cap-Haïtien, our hometown, everybody in the neighborhood, specially the girls, knew that the nights under the moonlight would echo the joy of his warm voice with the “Rancheras” of Javier Solis or some hits from Jon Lucien, his favorite singer.

I would be standing there, as a teenager, among his cousins and friends, listening and focusing on his playing. It always seemed like music made him free. His premature death has anguished many. However, he has remained alive in my mind since music also makes me free.

He is the inspiration of my piece entitled “Vals Matinal”

Vals Matinal–An Memwa Frito Léandre

My final destination is my real home. Since it is anchored on the string of eternity, time becomes a negectable constant while spiritual energy keeps nurturing all that exist in the scheme of creation . So much of that energy has been put to create life, maintain it and secure its everlasting existence! It is very unfortunate that it is being discounted with an astonishing disregard for this divine gift on tnhis planet.

Should the prayers of my beloved brothers and sisters around the world and mine echo our compassion in order to alleviate the pain of our Mother Earth whose heart is spoiled by the blood of the innocent!

Terra Mater, ex innocentium sanguine ut dolor tuus consolatus sit!, one of my classical compositions inserted in my book “Elixir” which is due soon.

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I have learned that God, our Father, has put some restrictions on Himself because of our existence. Still, creativity offers us, His children, endless possibilities. So it goes in music where inspirations take us on different planes.

I take great pleasure to share with you this piece written for a quartet and inserted in my next book entitled “Elixir” due soon.

Peace.

Mafwa Ginen

I have listened to their music. I have danced to their music. I have embraced their faith and their belief system. I have not become one of them—I have always been one of them. Why? Because just like our forefathers, I have struggled to remain free—free from mental slavery. So, I’m standing proud and every breath and every step I take strengthens my character as I remain humbled by my life experiences.

Those who say they have made choices know that they went astray. Strangely enough, their right to choose cannot hide their rejection. Their emulation cannot be and should not be seen as progress when it is being done at the expense of their own identity.

No other people but the Haitian peasants play the vaksin. This wind instrument creates a unique and peculiar harmonic concept where dissonant tones entertain the ears with an ethereal and mysterious atmosphere timed by the vigorous rhythmic patterns of the congas.

Would not it be nice to hear the “vaksin” on the strings? It would be and I believe it is.

Audio–Vaksin à cordes

It is said that every second takes us to a step closer to death. But, for me, every second takes me closer to my world where I will live forever. This celebration of life invigorates my being and each one of my steps alleviates the pain of Mother Earth overwhelmed by the blood of the innocent. I have not heard the music of the angels yet, but its echo is ringing in my ears. Beyond the sun I have gone in order to find peace within me. “Broken steps along my way” hamper my efforts without testing my faith and my will, but offer me the opportunity to feel compassion, which is the sign of my Father-Creator. Love is painful, indeed. Compassion gets rid of the pain and love remains pure, strong and divine. Life becomes “Elixir”.

Audio for Elixir

I was not born Catholic, but I grew up being one until I was 14. I endured first hand segregation and racism as a kid going to a Catholic elementary school. I intended to be a priest first. That was my first desire as a kid. But, the disenchantment came quickly at the age of 12. Today, Pope Francis is taking steps to make the Church what it ought to be—the pivot of spiritual values where love, compassion, brotherhood, respect for life and the non-judgmental approach taught by my Father and our Father, Jesus-Christ named also Michael of Nebadon.

The Vatican is among the richest institutions in the world for so many conquests and invasions have been financed on behalf of the Church since the Kings were the leaders of the foot soldiers of God and the servants of the Church. My father was reincarnated in a stable and grew up poor. All finances were handled by Judas. I do not expect priests to be beggars or to live as needy people. It is acceptable for priests to live modestly but not as untouchable rich above all suspicion.

Pope Francis is blasting capitalism at a very delicate time when globalization has made the capitalists much bolder, more ferocious and more cynical. The Vatican is not Heaven where peace and love is not just a motto, but a way of life for eternity. So much blood has spilled inside the Vatican itself that the devil must be laughing now at Pope Francis’ good intentions. He knows that those inside the Vatican who know him so well will do what they believe necessary in order to keep the Church alive and well—the place where good and evil must co-exist for the sake of humanity. God has nothing to do with it. It is how they interpret their mischief.

But, before the thunder of death steps shakes the walls of the Vatican and causes an uproar among the faithful, I hope that the Pope rectifies one of the most unfortunate misinterpretations of the Bible—my Father, our Father, Jesus-Christ, is not God the Son but rather one among more than 700,000 Creator Sons of God the Father, the First Source, the one whose Kingdom is in the Central Isle of Paradise, my ultimate destination. My father, Michael of Nebadon, looks like God the Son since he was born from the union of God the Father and the latter but he is not God the Son.

My sincere wishes of strength, firmness and courage to Pope Francis!

Gloria in excelsis Deo! Et Spiritus Sancti lux vobiscum!

I want to thank all of you for your nice comments. However, my system recognizes them as “spam”, what makes it impossible to send each and every one of you direct and personal replies.

Thanks once again for reading my opinions. As a reminder, I want to say that they are just my personal opinions and they are not directed to teaching anyone of whatever it is. Nevertheless to say that I take great comfort in assuming that they have been very helpful to you.

Peace.