Title: Gabriel's Vision of the Black Sun: A Fictional Legend Written About Komitas's Revelation and Instruction to Save the Music From my place within the celestial realm, I, Gabriel, the archangel, stood at the edge of the heavens, watching over the world below. The earth was a tapestry of light and shadow, with its landscapes stretching out like a living canvas. It was my duty to carry the messages of the Almighty to those chosen to receive them, revealing divine truths to guide humanity on its journey. On this particular day, I was summoned to the Throne Room, where the Almighty sat upon a sea of crystal, surrounded by a chorus of celestial beings. The air was filled with the harmonies of angelic choirs, each note resonating with divine power. As I entered, the Almighty's voice echoed with authority and love. "Gabriel," He said, His voice like a rushing wind, "go to the one known as Komitas Vardapet, for he has been chosen to witness a great revelation. Show him the vision of the black sun, and guide him through the mysteries of the coming age." Komitas was a gifted composer and musician, a guardian of Armenian musical heritage. He had dedicated his life to preserving the sacred melodies of his people, believing that music held the power to connect the earthly with the divine. Yet his heart carried a weight of sorrow, for his world was marked by conflict and suffering. I spread my wings and descended from the heavens, crossing the veil between the celestial and the mortal. The journey was swift, and soon I stood in the quiet town where Komitas lived. He was seated in a small chapel, his fingers gently brushing the keys of a grand piano, playing a melody that carried the echoes of ancient hymns. "Komitas," I said, my voice a gentle whisper that filled the chapel, "I have come to show you a vision. Prepare yourself, for what you are about to see will test your spirit and guide your music to new heights of revelation." Komitas looked up, his eyes filled with curiosity and humility. He sensed the presence of the divine and knew that this was a moment of profound significance. As I raised my hand, the walls of the chapel faded away, replaced by a vast landscape beneath a darkening sky. The air grew still, and a great shadow began to spread across the horizon. "The sun will turn black as sackcloth," I explained, "and the moon will become as blood. This is a sign of the coming trials, a warning of upheaval and transformation. The earth will shake, and the stars will fall from the heavens. Yet even in this darkness, there will be hope and redemption." Komitas watched as the sun, once bright and golden, turned black, casting a shroud of darkness over the land. The moon, pale and distant, took on a deep red hue, its light filtered through the encroaching shadow. The earth trembled, and the mountains quaked, as if responding to the cosmic shift. "This vision," I continued, "is not merely a portent of doom. It is a call to those who seek the light, a reminder that even in the darkest times, there is the possibility of renewal. Your music, Komitas, will play a role in this transformation. It will become a bridge between the suffering of the world and the hope that lies beyond." Komitas listened intently, his heart racing with both fear and inspiration. He saw the vision unfold, the turmoil and chaos, but also the glimmers of light that emerged from the darkness. He understood that his music could be a source of comfort and healing, a means of guiding others through the trials to come. As the vision drew to a close, I placed my hand on Komitas's shoulder. "Remember this, Komitas: your music carries the echoes of the divine. Use it to bring light to those who dwell in darkness, to give voice to the voiceless, and to inspire hope where it is needed most." Komitas nodded, his spirit filled with resolve. He knew that his journey had just begun, that the vision of the black sun was a revelation that would shape his life and work. He returned to his piano, his fingers poised over the keys, ready to compose a new melody-one that would carry the message of hope and redemption. As I ascended back to the heavens, I looked down upon the world, knowing that the seeds of transformation had been planted. The black sun was a symbol of both judgment and renewal, a reminder that even the darkest night can give way to the dawn. And in the heart of the chapel, Komitas played his music, his notes resonating with the divine harmony that would guide humanity through the ages.
Առաջի Քո Տեր: Որդի Աստուծո, Որ պատարագյալ Հոր ի հաշտություն՝ Հաց կենաց բաշխիս ի մեզ, Հեղմամբ արեան Քո սուրբ, Աղաչեմք ըզՔեզ՝ ողորմեա Արեամբ Քով փրկեալ հոտի:
Ի սկզբանէ էր բանն. եւ բանն էր առ Աստուած. եւ Աստուած էր բանն։ Նա էր ի սկզբանէ առ Աստուած։ Ամենայն ինչ՝ նովաւ եղեւ. եւ առանց նորա եղեւ եւ ոչինչ՝ որ ինչ եղեւն։ Նովաւ՝ կեանք էր, եւ կեանքն՝ էր լոյս մարդկան. Եւ լոյսն՝ ի խաւարի անդ՝ լուսաւոր էր, եւ խաւար՝ նմա ոչ եղեւ հասու։ Եղեւ այր մի առաքեալ յԱստուծոյ. անուն նմա Յովհաննէս։ Սա՝ եկն ի վկայութիւն զի վկայեսցէ վասն լուսոյն. զի ամենեքին հաւատասցեն նովաւ։ Ոչ էր նա լոյսն, այլ զի վկայեսցէ վասն լուսոյն։ Էր լոյսն ճշմարիտ, որ լուսաւոր առնէ զամենայն մարդ՝ որ գալոց է յաշխարհ։ Յաշխարհի էր, եւ աշխարհ նովաւ եղեւ, եւ աշխարհ զնա ոչ ծանեաւ։ Յիւրսն եկն, եւ իւրքն զնա ոչ ընկալան։ Իսկ որք ընկալան զնա, ետ նոցա իշխանութիւն որդիս Աստուծոյ լինել, որոց հաւատասցեն յանուն նորա։ Ոյք ոչ յարենէ, եւ ոչ ի կամաց մարմնոյ, եւ ոչ ի կամաց առն, այլ յԱստուծոյ ծնան։ Եւ բանն մարմին եղեւ, եւ բնակեաց ի մեզ։ եւ տեսաք զփառս նորա զփառս իբրեւ զմիածնի առ ի հօրէ, լի շնորհօք եւ ճշմարտութեամբ։
The Armenians in Artsakh are suffering terrible persecution right now in 2023-24. Theyre being raped, murdered and starved to death. Its said 120,000 have fled or are fleeing their ancient Armenian lands. Please pray for them 🙏 They are deeply Christian pple and beautiful pple who just want to live in peace. Please urge your congressional & senatorial representatives to speak out against this - they need our help!! 🙏 🇦🇲 🙏
Laudetur Jesus Christus da una sorella Cattolica ai suoi fratelli Armeni, tutti Cristiani nel nome di Nostro Signore Gesù Cristo. Che Dio vi benedica , perché siete un autentico popolo di Cristiani e Martiri. Lui vi renderà giustizia, siatene certi, perché sta scritto: " BEATI COLORO CHE HANNO FAME E SETE DI GIUSTIZIA PERCHÉ SARANNO SAZIATI; e seguenti (MATTEO 5: 6). I VOSTRI COSÌ BELLI E STRUGGENTI , SALGONO IN CIELO DIRETTAMENTE, E QUAGGIÙ DIRETTAMENTE AI NOSTRI CUORI. E CHE LA BEATISSIMA VERGINE MARIA VI COPRA CON IL SUO MANTO. ❤DA NAPOLI, DOVE SI CONSERVANO LE RELIQUIE DI SAN GREGORIO L'ILLUMINATORE. NELLA CHIESA DI SANTA PATRIZIA DEL MONASTERO DI SAN GREGORIO ARMENO) UN ABBRACCIO FRATERNO FORTISSIMO ❤ ITALIA
Ժողովուրդ ջան տեսեք ինչ է ասում Քրիստոս Տերը Նոր կտակարանում։ Մարկոս. 1:15: "«Լրացել է ժամանակը, և մոտեցել է Աստծու արքայությունը. ապաշխարե՛ք և հավատացե՛ք Ավետարանին»։" Հովհանես 3:16: "Քանզի Աստված այնքան սիրեց աշխարհը, որ մինչև իսկ իր միածին Որդուն տվեց, որպեսզի ով նրան հավատում է, չկորչի, այլ ընդունի հավիտենական կյանքը." <<Ես եմ ճամբան, ճշմարտությունը և կյանքը>> - Յիսուս Քրիստոս
I am not religious (I did grow up in the American Calvinist / Reformed tradition), but I have such a deep love for the liturgies of the Orthodox Church. There's nothing that makes me feel more like I'm experiencing the presence of God more than an incense-filled Vespers service on a Saturday evening. <3
Необыкновенной красоты, проникновенное пение. Прослушав его по другому увидела армян. В голосах печаль, отголоски трагической истории народа, покорность, но и мощь, сила.
