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It can be with a very good cantor or chorus. Unfortunately where I grew up we had neither and the priest was old, did not have a good voice and hurried through the liturgy.
Hi @bigsnake.
I had experianced that.... at a very remote place far from Athens with less of dozen villagers, (Pindus)
The priest and the chanter very old, and the psalms full in discordance (false tone, paraphony, cacophony, etc)
About being hurried it wasn't the case, it was more than a couple and half hours. But the following is what surprised me and what surprized me
had to do with "me".
I am naturally believer-infidel case (for all that concerns about spiritual quests etc) and I work for many years in a "music house", (actually to the best and
the biggest in Greece if not Balkans) anyway my point actually is that my ears are very sensitive, even in my personal relations the voice of a person is very essential characteristic for me. That is about me and the sound, quite eclecticist and surelly not ecclesiastic.
Before I study (Applied and visual arts) I work at summers, at a byzantine iconography workshop for pocket money. That was a great experiance because
the laboratory and the personnel had very medieval arrangements in hierachical order , (assistants, pupils, craftsmen, archicraftsmen etc).
Allthough affiliated with the "culture" I would never consider me as a "true believer", and maybe am wrong but more or less that goes -maybe, as well- for the rest of the people there.
To summarize it with few words, not only my ears are sensitive but as well I am mot so warm fun of liturgies...
But one sunday, up on the high peak of unresistable and inevitable boredome ... the Apocalypse.
Maybe the reason was that it was too early in the morning and weather snowy. Maybe the candles and the fumes of the incenses...
Dont know.
Everything sound so perfect... It was the same false tones, the same priest , the same old men chanters, everything was the same.
Only I was different at that moment. Harmony is what I recall.
Harmony is not a word in a book, it is not even all the words in one book. For me Harmony -now- is all the books in a single word.
And that word is Agape (love).., and I simply just flourished of it... Sundelly.
I finished my metaphysical experiance with grand mama's sunday meal with lamb chops, spinach pie and "tsalafuti" (saracatsan sour youghurt)
Retsina wine and good smokes with grand-pa.
Amen...