A possible connection? In the vortex? Odd references in Bob Dylan’s My Own Version of You…

When I started this blog a year ago it was to examine the possibility of some kind of connection between Bob Dylan and his family and mine. This all began after my beloved stepson, Kevin Dixon, died…

https://dylagence.wordpress.com/2020/02/16/example-post/

Since then, a couple of odd events have taken place…

First, Dylan contacted me via Twitter…

https://dylagence.wordpress.com/2020/05/10/whats-up-mr-dylan-is-someone-posing-as-you/

Then he dropped False Prophet with Rough and Rowdy Ways on my birthday…May 8

Needless to say, this caught my attention. How could it not? If I may say so, I cannot conceive of a time when I have been more puzzled. What could this legendary figure of Rock and Roll possibly have in common with me, a classical flute player?

Absolutely nothing, I said…

Still, as I have continued doing my due diligence throughout the year (hence the name of the blog) I have come across additional odd references and coincidences that have puzzled me even more.

I did not spend much time studying the lyrics of R+RW until a copy of it was practically handed to me…

https://dylagence.wordpress.com/2020/10/17/deconstructing-murder-most-foul-an-in-depth-look-at-bob-dylan-and-the-assassination-of-president-kennedy/

I did, however, spend some time looking at Bob Dylan’s artwork, and, once again, found concepts that puzzled and intrigued me…trains…I have loved them all my life…

I have learned through the year not to listen to Dylan’s music casually. His voice is like a snake — hypnotic. I can forget time and place sometimes, unless I pace myself. But I have learned that I can examine the lyrics without that effect. And so, sometimes, I just study them. Like poetry. Which they are, of course…

I have written a couple of posts on My Own Version of You — here’s one…

https://dylagence.wordpress.com/2021/01/30/turnabout-my-own-version-of-you/

I thought I had pretty much uncovered the layers of this song.

Not so. I read the lyrics again…

Something just grabbed me. It was these lines:

I pick a number between one and two
And I ask myself what would Julius Caesar do

You may well wonder why. As I approach what could have been the anniversary of my first marriage, to my childrens’ father, I began to wonder if Dylan was trying to mess with my head. Impossible, I said. Just ridiculous…but then, there were these other odd coincidences I had not taken seriously. So what if I did? As just an hypothesis?

Here is my ‘inside’ view…

My first husband, Richard Dixon, was Kevin’s father. I met him at Mutual of New York, which was at 1740 Broadway, when I was working at my first job, in the Training Departmnt, after graduating from Bucknell U. We fell in love, or so I hoped and believed, and married. Unfortunately, it ended up being a challenging relationship, to say the least. But we were blessed with three wonderful children.

On March 12, 1966

A number between 1 and 2?

Julius Caesar? The Ides of March?

A coincidence? A joke? Idle words? Something just to tease? To get my attention?

Such silliness would be welcome.


I would have comforted myself with that, had I not recalled Dylan’s use of gallows humor in Dark Rider…

https://dylagence.wordpress.com/2020/12/06/black-rider-a-bit-of-dylans-gallow-humor/

Just how Machiavellian is his sense of humor anyway, I began to wonder…

Then I looked up and reread the beginning of MYVOY…these words jumped out at me…

It must be the winter of my discontent
I wish you’d taken me with you wherever you went

I studied Shakespeare daily for a year at the University of Edinburgh. We examined a play a day…

Richard III

Now is the winter of my discontent made glorious summer by these sons of York…

Coincidence?

Again?

Then there are a number of additional references that I could take personally in these lyrics, but I don’t choose to discuss them at this point…

So what is going on here? Hypothetically, of course…

Let me give you my impressions…

In my life as a flute player I attract controversy because of the sound of the Zauberflote, which Mozart talked about in his last major opera. Surrounding the Zauberflote there is a vortex. It consists of waves of super-charged energy.

More about that at my other blog…

https://theothermozart.wordpress.com/

There are various influences in the vortex, but they are subtle. Impressions. Here is my 2017 video Out of Night and Fog…

Also, in the vortex, is a fallen angel. I saw it once, when I was quite small. It somewhat resembled this actor….http://osullivan60.blogspot.com/2011/01/anton-walbrook-actor.htm

That was a terrifying experience. Since then, I have learned that it appears to guard the vortex, and try to trip people up, to compromise them. A nasty creature. If Dylan were to be in the vortex, he would undoubtedly be considered a succulent morsel by this fallen angel. In fact, as Dylan says in Man of Peace…

I can smell something cooking
I can tell there’s going to be a feast

I can practically hear the salivating. Oh, and when Dylan became saved — that made it even better. Fortunately, Dylan called upon the Name of Yeshua –as evidenced in his testimony at concerts as well as in many of his gospel songs — so he can be sure that the Son is going to the ends of the earth prying him out of the jaws of the enemy. For teshuva…

My experience now, after all this time, shows me that this fallen angel is like the Biblical Leviathan…https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leviathan It is a profound presence you don’t want to underestimate. It tries to entwine itself in all our affairs, and attempts to turn our relationships upside down. It even tries to turn our loved ones into monsters…

As far as Dylan’s ‘going back to his Jewish roots’ with Infidels and beyond, if that is so, he did so as a Messianic Jew, precious in the sight of God…making him even more delicious to this fallen angel and setting up an epic battle…

Either way, he is in the crosshairs…

As you can see, this is hardly a typical environment — musically or otherwise. Hence the controversy, and some tumult. If you want further confirmation, ask William Schrickel or one of the other players of the Minnesota Orchestra…they just might trip themselves up and tell you the truth…

So, are these odd connections and coincidences happening, or appearing to happen, because Dylan also has some sort of a connection to the fallen angel in the vortex? Or is he pretending to do so by having information given to him that will give that appearance? Are his Apocalyptic images emerging from things he is actually experiencing?

Has he entered into some sort of a deal with this fallen angel? To be its voice? Its visible manifestation? In exchange for riches and power? If so, did he do this willingly, or was he roped into something by others when he was young and naive?

Is there another reasonable explanation?

I don’t have answers to that…

To return to the Zauberflote for a moment — let me preface this by saying that I learned to be careful traveling with it, as it seems powerful events follow when I do so, whether I am performing or not. I felt strongly that I should go to San Francisco in early 2011. Richard and I had lived there, in a lovely apartment in Nihonmachi — Japantown– for two years. This link shows our place on a lower floor…we were on the 13th…

https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/66-Cleary-Ct-Apt-706_San-Francisco_CA_94109_M18366-88130

Our first child was born there, in December, 1969. Six weeks later we moved to Brookline, outside of Boston, Massachusetts, because of MONY. It was wrenching to have to leave the town and home I had come to love. I had returned from time to time since then, but not during Chinese New Year, which was the time of year when we moved away. It seemed like a good idea to heal the trauma of leaving by going back for that celebration. The parade was on February 24th…

In a sad irony, Suze Rotolo, Dylan’s great love and muse from his early days, died on February 25th…

My stay was extended, as — surprise, surprise — a powerful snowstorm in the Midwest grounded all the return flights.

When I was finally able to return to Minnesota it seemed that everything in our lives began to speed up, which happens from time to time…

And then, on March 11th, I was shocked to hear of the deadly Fukashima earthquake.

https://www.livescience.com/39110-japan-2011-earthquake-tsunami-facts.html

Japan had moved 8 feet.

On the Ides of March. One day before what would have been Richard and my 45th anniversary.

Odd coincidence, yes.

Odd also that Dylan had toured Japan the year before.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Never_Ending_Tour_2010

Which brings us back to MOVOY…

Richard and I divorced in 1975, in Minnesota, as he was hell-bent on drinking himself to death. He then moved to LA, for the warmer weather and to be nearer to his parents, who lived near Edwards AF Base 70 miles northeast. After Kevin graduated from Berklee he lived with Richard while working at Capitol Records. We remained friends, and even spent a month in the summer together with him on a couple of occasions. When we were in LA with Richard in August 1986, we all spent a day with Kevin at Capitol Records. As you can imagine, it was a heady experience not only to see all the gold and platinum records on the walls, but to spend time in the studios where so many of these great songs were recorded. Ironically, Dylan’s last three albums were recorded at Capitol Records…one of them is called Fallen Angels…

Richard was ultimately able to stop drinking, but his body was severely weakened from alcohol abuse. On January 3, 1988, he spent the day at Santa Anita, playing the horses — that had become his favorite thing, and he had developed his own fairly successful system for winning. But that day he returned home, collapsed and died. It was very difficult for all of us, especially his children. We had all spoken to him by phone on different extensions just the week before, for over an hour. We did this regularly. We should have been prepared, but we were not…we were simply devastated.

Ironically, in 2019 there were an unprecedented number of deaths of horses at Santa Anita. Was Dylan perhaps writing this song during that time?

https://www.pasadenastarnews.com/2020/01/21/3-latest-horse-deaths-at-santa-anita-stir-renewed-concerns-over-safety/

Dylan starts the song by saying…

All through the summers and into January

Really. Really?

Can anyone give me a good reason why anyone would want to conjure up Their Own Version of this flawed yet beloved person who died so long ago?

To add to the irony, this happened just a few months before the start of Dylan’s Never Ending Tour…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Never_Ending_Tour

So much for my hypothetical, ‘insider’ view…

I sincerely hope I am mistaken…

I suppose time will tell…

Update

March 20, 2021

Here we go again. Another big earthquake rocks Japan…

In further sad irony, lovely Sally Grossman, who with her husband Albert, played a big part in Dylan’s life from August, 1962 until the early 70’s, passed away this March 11…

https://www.theaustralian.com.au/inquirer/bob-dylans-friend-sally-grossman-stayed-silent-on-rocks-most-curious-accident/news-story/647335a8d06c7c1fa1fbd5e99cb45084

And, in another odd coincidence…

And, even reported on Slipped Disc…

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