natanfiedorowicz

Welcome, everyone. 💕 This post may be my last post here, but that's okay (i'm considering to stop making music, because twice in my life so far, some of my handwritten music was taken away by a bad person, never returned - in one of these cases, even they boasted to throw it into a bin). i haven't ever been paid for the many works and many pages of compositions i wrote, for the countess hours of effort. Nor have i been paid for any of the recordings. i did it as a gesture of kindness. But i don't have much of a desire to do music anymore... Some hate-filled people have also suggested that i move to another country, and probably they are correct. After all the suffering i have endured because of these people, from the day i was born in a hospital near Melbourne, up until today... it sounds like a very good suggestion. Maybe other countries could treat me more kindly, who knows? Following the introductory texts, this concert has two parts: 1. The portrayed performance of the first part, featuring one of my own original compositions, is dedicated for a Lady who a long time ago worked at Europa Cake Shop (Acland Street), i didn't ask for her name, she is more valuable to me than a label - and was very kind. 2. The portrayed performance of the second part, featuring a few works written by Fryderyk Chopin, is dedicated for Manager of Lady who a long time ago worked at Europa Cake Shop (Acland Street) - named Nick Andriotakis, who also a long time ago worked at Europa Cake Shop (Acland Street). 🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️ ~~~~~~~ a concert for Europa Cake Shop (Acland Street) ~~~~~~~ INTRODUCTION - a short version of my life story, as a preface to the music. PART 1 - work by Natan Fiedorowicz [this is how love our neighbour] : - Bachelor's Song, Op.6 (this composition itself is originally dedicated to Lady who worked at Europa Cake Shop) PART 2 - works by Fryderyk Chopin [this is how love neighbour who hated us without good reason] : Mazurkas of Chopin - Op. 6, Four Mazurkas (1830–32) - Op. 7, Five Mazurkas (1830–32) - Op. 17, Four Mazurkas (1833) - Op. 24, Four Mazurkas (1835) - Op. 30, Four Mazurkas (1837) - Op. 33, Four Mazurkas (1838) - Op. 41, Four Mazurkas (1839–40) - Op. 50, Three Mazurkas (1842) - Op. 56, Three Mazurkas (1844) - Op. 59, Three Mazurkas (1845–46) - Op. 63, Three Mazurkas (1846-47) Piano Sonatas of Chopin - Op. 4 (posth.): Piano Sonata No. 1 in C minor (1828; pub. 1851) - Op. 35: Piano Sonata No. 2 in B♭ minor (1839–40) - Op. 58: Piano Sonata No. 3 in B minor (1844–45) Nocturnes of Chopin - Op. 9, Three Nocturnes (1830–32) - Op. 15, Three Nocturnes (1830–33) - Op. 27, Two Nocturnes (1835-6) - Op. 32, Two Nocturnes (1836–37) - Op. 37, Two Nocturnes (1838–40) - Op. 48, Two Nocturnes (1840–41) - Op. 55, Two Nocturnes (1843–44) - Op. 62, Two Nocturnes (1846) Have a good day! 🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️

From it's premiere performance on 2022/02/02 at 'St Paul's Anglican Cathedral' Melbourne. Images added to this post-edited video recording, included works by Zdzisław Beksiński, Claude Monet, Gustave Doré. I hope this is acceptable. Premiere performance of this work as well as the composition itself, dedicated to Daniel Michael Andrews. Hope he can enjoys it. Several months later, the original handwritten score of this work was taken by force by a member of Victoria Police, who did state of it, "this is weird", and the score was not returned for many months. At that point, Victoria Police has issued a statement to a lawyer, stating that the work is "lost" and that they are "sorry". No apology, written or otherwise has since been communicated directly to Natan Fiedorowicz, the composer who honoured the Premier of Victoria (at that time) and dedicatee of the work. Victoria in Australia, is state in which Natan Fiedorowicz was born. No compensation or similar handwritten piano composition has since been offered directly to Natan Fiedorowicz, the composer who honoured the Premier of Victoria (at that time) and dedicatee of the work. Victoria in Australia, is state in which Natan Fiedorowicz was born. Would that Victoria Police not steal precious works of the Australian citizens. 0:00 i - Spiritual Death, the death of Faith, Hope and Love. The Spirit mourns... 4:15 ii - Abortionists, they murder the worthy remnant... 6:10 iii - The Flowers have survived, thanks be to God, for allowing us to observe Flowers 7:13 iv - God is my Judge (Daniel's Prayer) 7:55 v - [the returning King] (this recording was also used in Psalm 22, as portrayed by Natan Fiedorowicz, have a good day)

After such things, and many more, I approached a priest at the Parish I used to go to in Caulfield, where some people I who considered to be friends invited me to. I approached a Priest there, asking for spiritual guidance, because things hadn’t been going very well for me for quite a while… So the Priest told me to go to a Psychologist or Psychiatrist to get a test first (years after I had been locked in hospital without an reasonable explanation - after being arbitrarily arrested), before spiritual counselling was possible (because the Priests seemed to rely on the Psychological services, because maybe there was a shortage of kind people?), and that I should contact the Priest via email. After I wrote to the Priest, but the Priest did not reply where I should go for a such a test. I felt very alone. Time passed, and eventually, after problems in court from when I had tried to defend my Mum from my Mum's employer’s wish that my Mum receive ambiguous fluids into my Mum's bloodstream (or alternatively lose my Mum's livelihood), after that I requested a copy of all the records from the hospital. More recently, I remembered that I requested that record and then decided to write a book, because a Psychologist named Anna had persuaded me to. So I put over 1000 pages of flawed records into a book, but as an introduction, wrote my life story, including about people who did all sorts of evil false accusations against me while I was in the hospital, in fact, it was a false accusation that got me into the hospital in the first instance. I felt alone, so I did this, and then send a link of it to that Priest, so that that Priest can have the requested Psychological Papers, so that I might finally be able to receive spiritual counselling. And then the Priest ignored it again. But I forgave… Then one evening, I was in need of help from someone near to my home, and the closest trustworthy neighbour I could think of was that Parish (in Caulfield). So I walked there in the cold, and then I pressed the doorbell, and there was that same Priest who kept extending, as it were, a false promise. And when I asked for the Priest's help, which I hoped for very much on that day, the Priest told me to go away before allowing me to finish speaking. So I took off my scarf, so I took of my green jacket that Dad gave to me, so I took of a custom-made shirt under it, so I took off the scapular my Mum had repaired, and I placed these near the door, as gift for them. Finally, I took out of my pocket, the newly bought crystal ring I had been saving for the lady who worked at Europa Cake Shop (but the manager didn’t like me, so because of shyness and mild prosopagnosia, I was forced to give up on my True Love), and I placed the ring on top of the clothes near to the door of that home of those Priests. I no longer desired marriage, after years of hoping to prolong my life, I started again to hope that someone would be willing to shorten my life. And I hoped that maybe these Priests, who spend so much of their time loudly proclaiming about love and kindness, and sending out collectors to collect money from the parishioners who attended the loud proclamations… maybe these Priests could learn to love people more quietly, and even one day these Priests might learn to love even me, who they for some reason seemingly considered to be their enemy, or a worthless one not worth helping. The best kindnesses are the secret kindnesses! Umm…. I am sorry for using pronouns. Actually, it seems that most pronouns have no good purpose. They cause confusion, and confusion is not good. The words they refer to (such as one’s name, etc), should really always have been used in each instance. But that’s just the opinion of a worthless one not worth helping. All of the places that make a pointt of requesting a pronoun, are therefore promoting confusion, it would seem. Umm…. There is no such thing as true repetition. When Christ said of “vain repetition”, Christ knew. But the world was seemingly not ready to hear the teaching, that in fact, there was never a single repetition in all of recorded history. "Vain repetition" refers to any attempt at repetition, basically, when one is doing an action or saying a word, but not putting in enough LOVE. That’s why, if a prayer is done, it cannot be repeated, because in this life, every event is unique (same goes for every me, and every you). Well there, I did it, by saying that teaching that I didn't hear elsewhere, weren't all things always new? [Dear me: Shut up Natan, because no one is listening, and no one except your Mum cares about you, Natan]

🕊️ are better than 🎻 are better than 🚨 ... Here is Natan's Little Canticle : " ... ". ... They tormented LORD Ian Fackender, to his death. They tormented LORD Ian Fackender, with The Police sirens of satan, the sirens that torture young babies, the sirens that direct the babies to later become like unto tortured demons, who later go onto torturing even younger babies... They should have sooner been making good music for one another, as a gesture of kindness. LORD Ian Fackender appreciated music. Alas, They tormented LORD Ian Fackender, to his death. ... And so they destroyed themselves, because they fell each upon the gun that they tormented LORD Ian Fackender with, to his death. And so it was with all of The Police, led by the devil, with sirens at night that make the Little Children afraid. Fear is not of "God". "God" is the Architect of Love and Kindness. And so it was with all of the Unrepentant Police, they all fell together, alas, on that day together they fell, not unlike lightning they fell together, And so it was with all of the Unrepentant Police, who had had a place of heavenly security within their hearts - their place of heavenly security was taken away from them, from all of them, and they were each cast down from their heavens. Because they were given silver coins sooner to protect others, but alas, they took the coins, and destroyed so many of those who they were called to protect. They justified the idols of evil ones, many bad technologies, to retain their silver coins. They enforced them. They were only doing their job. They did so many were locked into cages, sometimes hospitals, other times, the homes they lived in, and that these would choose allow themselves to be manipulated into being poisoned, by a faulty medicine, than to leave such a cage - and that until they chose the faulty medicine, they could not have any "wealth for toil". So they who had been violent or hurt others, even they who killed poor LORD Ian Fackender, these took the deadly weapons ("why do you have a gun?" - was it still Azazel's fault?), and held them towards their craniums..... (And awaited a further instruction.....) And so it was that they fell upon their swords, alas, they fell upon them after they saw what they had done. Because they were destroying many of the peoples, and many of the people who they eventually destroyed, had given them so many silver coins, that they may be protected by a good hand. Could these demons protect their peoples, from themselves? ... Then, after I, Natan thought this thought, one named Prince Michael came to me, and said such a thing, "No, Natan". "The sons of lawlessness and perdition, are not to be persuaded to destroy themselves like this. For that would be sin. They may yet learn, they may yet... For a long time ago, a poor man hanged himself from the branch of a tree in Israel. To this day we did not know how guilty that man truly was, and yet so many have cursed him. Without him, where would the Resurrection be? But we shall do no such thing on this day. He didst kiss the Son, as instructed in the second Psalm of David. Yea, he kissed the Son, respecting of the words of the Great King. As for us, while still in this place we have been instructed, 'THOU SHALT NOT KILL', 'LOVE THY NEIGHBOUR AS THYSELF'. Such instructions have always been good guides to us, that we may be granted some peace after our days here are done. ... And then I, Natan soon repented of the first thoughts, however, alongside Prince Michael's instruction. Natan chose to share the matter with those nearby. That they too may understand. [Thank you, Prince Michael, for this rebuke from OUR LORD. ✝️☦️✝️] ... Rest peacefully, LORD Ian Fackender. May you look kindly upon the song here, in the True Heaven of LORD Yeshua. ... 🚨 are worser than 🎻 are worser than 🕊️

Here is my album of Original Music, called ORIGINAL MUSIC 7. It is the seventh part, of a series of new musics I have prepared. Hopefully you may appreciate some of my music and many efforts - few seem to, sadly. (photograph illusion (thumbnail image), was a selfie of me at the Alfred Hospital Psychiatric ward - there I struggled to play keyboard, because of being heavily drugged - it incapacitated me from music for a long time, due to this and other such "enforced handicaps" I could't earn enough money to even try, with a clear conscience, to approach a Lady to have Children with, so that I could fulfil my Life Goal - to be the Grandfather of Healthy Grandchildren) Have a happy day, Natan Mikołaj Fidelis Fiedorowicz (a sleepy wonder? 🤔) 0:00 Dance, O Ant 2:45 Solemn Grey Mass 6:02 Poland’s War Against Polska 11:39 The Vatican Clown Show 16:08 Remorse 23:51 A Hidden Prayer

My name is Natan, it means “He gave”. Such [Proud Ones] put words of falsehood, as it were, into my mouth, after drugging me, that I be captured and fall by my own sword, lest their name be tarnished. However earlier, a similar thing had happened, and I patiently had allowed the injustice, for years I waited, to earn “wealth for toil”, and I became tired of it, hoping for death. “the LORD was amazed”. Now may such [Proud Ones] be captured and fall by their own sword - to purify them from such misdeeds. For they have tortured their long-suffering citizens. For in the earlier instance, truly I was of an intelligence higher than their own, prior to the first forced drugging of Natan. (Proverbs 21:23) https://imslp.org/wiki/Book_of_Natan,_Op.999_(Fiedorowicz) —— Deo Gratias. Parvus eram inter fratres; minimus in domo patris mei; patres meos pascebam oves. Manus meae fecerunt citharam; digiti mei lyram finxerunt. Et quis enarrabit Domino meo? Ipse Dominus; Ipse est qui audit. Ipse misit angelum suum et sumpsit me de ovibus patris mei; et unxit me unctione sua. Fratres mei formosi erant et proceri; Sed non in illis complacuit Dominus. Ibam obviam Philisthaeo; et in idolis suis maledicit me. Tum gladium evaginavi; sed elegi dimittere eum, et abstulit opprobrium filiorum Israel. (151 of Natan) [Live well, truly I stumbled through this idol, that others should not. It is recommended that you leave this technology, to dispose of this technology, for this technology has destroyed many, who sooner should Live well - guide them away from this idol] [Worship not me, for I am a messenger sent by Lord Yeshua Elohim. Worship the True Creator, Architect of the Soul, Love those nearby as oneself or greater - for unknowingly they may be of Elohim. Farewell] —— Article 9: “No one shall be subjected to arbitrary arrest, detention or exile.” Please remove Australia from United Nations. For they have tortured their citizens.