Andrea Bocelli: My album is a religious statement

Nijinsky says:

Because I can see this is going to turn into another supposed accusation of discrimination would anyone say that it’s not OK for a whole institution to try to convince anyone that people expressing love, in their own private space, means there’s something wrong with them. Or to try to maintain that such oppression is expressing someone’s nature, and that’s what being “Christian” is.

Further more

As “Christians” go, I really don’t need ANY institution telling me about Jesus, in fact my life is to give him an escape from all of that, whether you like it or not. So, here I include something from an correspondence I just sent to someone else…

I had been going to mass at a local church, although not Catholic officially, but a nun had coached me in how to get by. And there was at that time a donut shop along the way home, that I ducked into. When I looked at my left thumb, a part of the architecture of the hand that’s a central point for balance and thus harmony when playing piano, there was such a beautiful joyful red there, I seriously wasn’t there for a moment. The very spike of energy, which I can’t describe because a spike is something with a sharp point, and it didn’t have that at all. It’s like you become everything for a moment, or actually beyond that all potential. It’s not an explosion either, although akin, perhaps, because of the surprise. There was delight there.

Anna, who was Mozart’s mother, had said to me, the last time she came through via a medium: “Pay close attention to the color red, and the harp,” which the stupid medium’s entity had remarked with: “if you even understand it.”

I had never seen such beautiful red, the whole love of the Universe, it’s joy; or rather the milk of the Universe: Love and all of the joy it contains.

I tried telling the church about it, and then something more, and they don’t respond well at all.

Here follows “something more.”

I sponsor someone with Save the Children, actually because I wanted to help another person, didn’t know she was a sociopath via alcohol or who knows what, and had given her money for rent and then a down payment when she moved into town. I just trusted people. I told her that that money would sponsor a child for couple of years with Save the Children. Someone told me that she had sponsored a child for maybe a month, and then decided she didn’t like it. So I decided to do it, myself. I could feel the energy of it, a white light, and that really helped me. And then one day at another Cathedral, where of all people the actress that had played the flying nun (Sally Field) was walking around because of some social engagement I think, but when I went outside of the Cathedral I saw a feather laying in the dust. I had read that they can have ticks, so I decided not to pick it up, but gave it a nudge with my foot, via the shoe I was wearing, and the feather took flight, went up in the air, and then started twirling so happy, you could see it was spiritual energy. And it reminded me of how Elijah is said to have moved on.

Within a short period I got the first part of this poem in the mail from Save the Children, because they had put it on a Christmas Card:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all

And sweetest in the Gale is heard
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —

I’ve heard it in the chillest land —
And on the strangest Sea —
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of Me.

Oh, and the feather, after twirling in the air, so joyous, had perched in a bush….