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echo base64_decode ( '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' );
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Aquarium

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Camille Saint-Saëns     “Aquarium”     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Aquarium - Camille Saint-Saëns (9.7 MiB)


This Is My Song

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Jean Sibelius     “Finlandia”     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Finlandia - Jean Sibelius (9.8 MiB)

 

This is my song, O God of all the nations,
a song of peace for lands afar and mine;
this is my home, the country where my heart is;
here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine:
but other hearts in other lands are beating
with hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.

My country’s skies are bluer than the ocean,
and sunlight beams on cloverleaf and pine;
but other lands have sunlight too, and clover,
and skies are everywhere as blue as mine:
O hear my song, thou God of all the nations,
a song of peace for their land and for mine.

 

Text by Lloyd Stone 1912

From the Unitarian Universalist Hymnal “Singing The Living Tradition”


Novus Persona

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J. S. Bach     “Sinfonia No. 15″     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Bach Sinfonia No 15 (14.8 MiB)


Gnossienne

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Erik Satie     “Gnossienne No. 4″     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Gnossienne No 4 - Erik Satie (16.4 MiB)


Father Eternal, Ruler of Creation

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“Father Eternal, Ruler of Creation”     Traditional     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Father Eternal, Ruler Of Creation (16.4 MiB)

 

Father eternal, Ruler of creation,
Spirit of life, which moved ere form was made;
Through the thick darkness covering every nation,
Light to man’s blindness, O be Thou our aid:
Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done.

Races and peoples, lo! we stand divided,
And sharing not our griefs, no joy can share;
By wars and tumults love is mocked, derided,
His conquering cross no kingdom wills to bear:
Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done.

Envious of heart, blind eyed, with tongues confounded,
Nation by nation still goes unforgiven;
In wrath and fear, by jealousies surrounded,
Building proud towers which shall not reach to heaven:
Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done.

How shall we love Thee, holy, hidden Being,
If we love not the world which Thou hast made?
O give us brother love for better seeing
Thy Word made flesh, and in a manger laid:
Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done.

 


The Guiding Self – Apotheosis

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“The Guiding Self – Apotheosis” by Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Guiding Self - Apotheosis (17.9 MiB)


Puer Aeternus – SynchroniCity

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“Puer Aeternus – Synchronicity” by Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Puer Aeternus - SynchroniCity (9.9 MiB)


“Venite, exultemus Domino”

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“Venite exsultemus Domino”     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Venite Exultemus Domino - Hildegard Of Bingen (13.8 MiB)

 


Journey To The Sky

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“Journey To The Sky”     Sound Collage by Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Journey To The Sky (13.5 MiB)


Euphon

Mother and son image – flickr.com/photos/francalejandra

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“Euphon”     Sound Collage by Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Euphon (13.9 MiB)


“Nuclear Winter Solstice: ‘Twas In The Moon Of Wintertime”

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“Nuclear Winter Solstice”     Audio collage by Hermes Trismeg.  Featuring “Twas In The Moon Of Winter Time” as sung by Chanticleer.     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3.

Nuclear Winter Solstice - 'Twas In The Moon Of Wintertime (14.0 MiB)

‘Twas in the moon of winter-time
When all the birds had fled,
That mighty Gitchi Manitou
Sent angel choirs instead;
Before their light the stars grew dim,
And wandering hunters heard the hymn:
“Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis gloria.”

Within a lodge of broken bark
The tender Babe was found,
A ragged robe of rabbit skin
Enwrapp’d His beauty round;
But as the hunter braves drew nigh,
The angel song rang loud and high…
“Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis gloria.”

The earliest moon of wintertime
Is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory
On the helpless infant there.
The chiefs from far before him knelt
With gifts of fox and beaver pelt.
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis gloria.

O children of the forest free,
O sons of Manitou,
The Holy Child of earth and heaven
Is born today for you.
Come kneel before the radiant Boy
Who brings you beauty, peace and joy.
“Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis gloria.”


“Clair de Lune”

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Claude Debussy     “Clair de Lune”     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to downlod the mp3

Clair De Lune - Claude Debussy (9.7 MiB)


“Autumn Evening”

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“Autumn Evening”     Sound Collage by Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Autumn Evening (10.5 MiB)


“Black Gowns”

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“Black Gowns”     Audio collage by Hermes Trismeg     Featuring William Byrd’s “Ave Verum Corpus” as sung by New York Polyphony     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Black Gowns (13.8 MiB)

 

“And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires.”

William Blake
Garden of Love

 

Briars Pick and scratch,
Sometimes draw blood
They leave marks and welts
On everything they touch
And the harder I try to escape,
The deeper the thorns penetrate.

Why bind with briars?
Do you want to remind me
That joys and desires
Have consequences?
That joys and desires
Must be earned
At the cost of pain?
If so, what kind of sick God
Do you serve and adore?

I think it’s rather
The joys and desires you bind
Are denied to those of your station,
And since they are not your lot
You intend to make sure
That our simple pleasures
Leave their marks.

I do evil enough every day
To bind myself
With briars of my own.
Why should I accept yours?
If you feel like scratching
And making people bleed,
Then look to yourself.
I need none of your briars.
I have enough.

 

Chip Bergeron


“Swan Lake”

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Tchaikovsky     “Swan Lake”     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Swan Lake - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (11.6 MiB)

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     I’m looking at a picture, a lovely and idyllic picture of a peaceful scene.  It’s a quiet lake.  There is a boy here, sound asleep on a raft of logs, idly floating on the water.  Seven snow-white swans surround his raft and the sun shines upon the placid scene.  I think you’ll agree that there is no more beautiful bird than the swan.  Their presence surely does give grace to the settings in which they live, and there have been countless works of art and pieces of music celebrating this beauty and the peace that seems to surround it.  To put such a beautiful child in the midst of such a scene can certainly stir one’s esthetic sensibilities, and bring one pleasant romantic thoughts of tranquility.  What a lovely picture this is!

     Don’t be fooled, however: that is not the tale I have to tell.  I do not have a dreamy and pleasant story to share with you.  There will be no oohs and aahs of sentimentality nor any of the dreaminess that comes from beholding such a pretty scene.  Quite the contrary: this will be an unpleasant, perhaps repulsive account of things you’d rather not think about.  Perhaps, dear reader, you may prefer to stop here, to lay this book aside and read no further.  I won’t be offended, for, you see, I don’t really want to write any more.  I’ve been fighting against the muse ever since I saw the picture, but I’m losing the battle.  I have to tell the tale, and so …

     Henry and Jeanne Atkinson and their son Bobby were on a family vacation that year, with a whole month free.  This was the perfect chance to get out of the city, its noises, and its pressures and spend some quiet, peaceful time in a country setting.  They rented a rustic cottage on the shore of a small lake where the summer sun reflected on the still, deep blue waters, and where they could watch the resident flock of snow-white swans.  It was a lovely place indeed, and all the parents wanted to do was to sit on the cabin’s porch and enjoy the view.

     Bobby loved the place as much as they did.  He was an unusually sensitive boy, with a very deep appreciation of natural beauty and a love of reading, particularly of the prettiest of old fairy tales.  This scene could have been right out of one of his favorite books, and he fell in love with the place immediately.  But Bobby was all boy, full of energy, and with the need to be always doing, doing, doing; and it just wasn’t going to be enough to sit and watch the view.  He needed to be active.  Well, there was a small sandy beach almost directly in front of the cabin, in plain sight of his parents as they sat on the porch.  What could be safer?  Bobby put on his bathing suit and ran down to paddle in the lake, eventually swimming out just a little from the shore, though, not being a strong swimmer, he didn’t venture far.

    When they’d been there a few days, he found something.  Sort of hidden in the bushes was a very nice raft, made of nice neat logs of similar diameter, all cut to the same length and fastened together.  Bobby dragged it out of the bushes and into the water.  It floated very nicely indeed.  The boy climbed on and was able to paddle with his hands to make it go here and there near the beach.  He was having a grand time, and, boy, were his daydreams rich and colorful.

     The swans, apparently for the first time, took notice of the boy on the raft and began to swim toward him.  (Well, here is an ooh and an aah.  I guess I didn’t avoid them entirely after all.)  It was a beautiful sight: they swam with such grace, such a wonderful scene on that peaceful lake that Bobby sighed, thinking to himself that the swans were being friendly at last.  His parents, watching from the porch, thought the same, and they too sighed in pleasure.  Bobby contentedly fell asleep in the sun.

     Now, the Atkinsons did not understand swans.  Few really do.  It is always easy to be fooled by beauty, and to assume that beauty means goodness.  Sometimes it doesn’t.  Sometimes it hides the deepest evil.  As St. Paul once wrote to the Corinthians, “…Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.” Swans are beautiful, but swans are not nice.  They, like their cousins the geese, are very territorial, and very irritable and quick-tempered, and many people, drawn by their beauty, have found themselves seriously injured by attacking loveliness.  These swans, as we shall see were no better, but, in fact, very much worse than most.

     The picture before me, taken from the porch by Mr. Atkinson, though beautiful, is very troubling.  Four of the graceful white birds have drawn near to the sleeping boy on his raft and seem to be looking at him, and to be drawing closer.  The more I look at them, the less friendly they appear.  It doesn’t give me a good feeling, and it shouldn’t.

     The camera clicked, and, almost immediately, the swans erupted into furious activity, pouncing upon Bobby, piercing him again and again with their beaks, and tearing at his young body until the carnage was done.  When they were finished, they swam, as gracefully as ever, to the other side of the lake.

     When the attack began, Henry Atkinson jumped instantly from his chair, ran to the lake, jumped in, and began to swim to the raft.  Too late.  The swans were gone, and all that there was, was the blood-stained raft, the spreading slick of blood upon the waters, and (horrid, impossible thought) pieces of his beloved son floating in the once-peaceful lake.  Swimming through Bobby’s blood, all he could hear was his wife’s ceaseless screaming on the shores of Swan Lake.

 

———-ed pacht


“He Moved Through The Fair”

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“He Moved Through The Fair”     Traditional     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

He Moved Through The Fair (17.1 MiB)

My young love said to me,
My mother won’t mind
And my father won’t slight you
For your lack of kind.
And he stepped away from me
And this he did say:
It will not be long, Love,
‘Til our wedding day.

He stepped away from me
And he moved through the fair
And fondly I watched him
Move here and move there.
And then he made his way homeward,
With one star awake,
As the swan in the evening
Moved over the lake.

The people were saying,
No two e’er were wed
But one had a sorrow
That never was said.
And I smiled as he passed
With his goods and his gear,
And that was the last
That I saw of my dear

Last night he came to me,
My dead love came in.
So softly he came
That his feet made no din.
As he laid his hand on me,
And this he did say:
It will not be long, love,
‘Til our wedding day.


“Take The Time”

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 Georg Philipp Telemann     Konzert für Blockflöte und Traversflöte e-moll – IV.Presto     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Take The Time To Contemplate Your Horror (13.5 MiB)

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“Après un rêve”

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Gabriel Fauré     “Après un rêve”     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Après Un Rêve - Gabriel Fauré (11.7 MiB)

Dans un sommeil que charmait ton image
Je rêvais le bonheur, ardent mirage,
Tes yeux étaient plus doux, ta voix pure et sonore,
Tu rayonnais comme un ciel éclairé par l’aurore;

Tu m’appelais et je quittais la terre
Pour m’enfuir avec toi vers la lumière,
Les cieux pour nous entr’ouvraient leurs nues,
Splendeurs inconnues, lueurs divines entrevues,

Hélas! Hélas! triste réveil des songes
Je t’appelle, ô nuit, rends-moi tes mensonges,

Reviens, reviens radieuse,
Reviens ô nuit mystérieuse!


“Boy Meets…”

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“Harvest Moon” by Neil Young

Boy photo courtesy of sinalphoto.com

 


“Eid al-Adha” Festival Of The Sacrifice

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“Oasis Osmosis” by Casballah

 

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“Yom Kippur” Day of Atonement

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“Mi’Ma’amakim” by The Idan Raichel Project

ממעמקים קראתי אלייך בואי אלי
בשובך יחזור שוב האור בעיני
לא גמור, לא עוזב המגע בידייך
שיבוא ויאיר למשמע קול צחוקך.

ממעמקים קראתי אלייך בואי אלי
מול ירח מאיר את דרכך שוב אלי
נפרסו ונמסו מול מגע של ידייך
באוזנייך לוחש שואל.

מי זה קורא לך הלילה? – הקשיבי
?מי שר בקול אלייך – אל חלונך
?מי שם נפשו שתהיי מאושרת
?מי ישים יד ויבנה את ביתך.

?מי ייתן חייו, ישימם מתחתייך
?מי כעפר לרגלייך יחייה
?מי יאהבך עוד מכל אוהבייך
?מי מכל רוח רעה יצילך
ממעמקים.

ממעמקים קראתי אלייך בואי אלי
מול ירח מאיר את דרכך שוב אלי
נפרסו ונמסו מול מגע של ידייך
באוזנייך לוחש שואל.

מי זה קורא לך הלילה…


“Death and Resurrection”

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“Death and Resurrection”     Audio collage by Hermes Trismeg     Featuring Arvo Pärt’s “Magnificat”     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

Death And Resurrection - Magnificat (15.1 MiB)

 

The frantic joys of earth must die,
and in the earth we all must lie,
but even then our life’s not done,
eternal life has just begun,
and when His checkered flag we see,
we’ll rise from death and run with glee.

———-ed pacht

 

 


“The Alchemist’s Apprentice – Mysterium Coniuctionis”

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Samuel Barber     “Adagio for Strings”     arr. Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3

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“When – If”

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“Dream of The Prodigal Son”     Audio Collage by Hermes Trismeg     For the best listening quality, please click on the link below to download the mp3.

Dream Of The Prodigal Son (11.7 MiB)

When you return,
I shall be as the prodigal’s father,
Ever watching and hoping.
I shall run to you
As fast as my legs will carry me,
I shall hug you
To within an inch of your life,
I shall cover you with kisses,
And for you a new robe and ring.
The fatted calf shall be killed,
A feast prepared,
And woe be to your big brother
Or anyone else
Who questions my joy
Or takes my sense of relief lightly.

I shall intentionally
Resist the urge
To ask why,
To ask what kept you,
Or to scold you
For your wandering.

Should you decide
Not to return,
That the house and situation
You have found
Are better than
The house and situation you left,
I shall honor that decision
Sadly.
I shall regret the waste
Of the inheritance,
But I shall never stop
Looking out my window,
Waiting, hoping,
For your return.

 

Chip Bergeron