Being one ELISABETH ... an AGONY OF A SLAIN SOUL

Being one ELISABETH … an AGONY OF A SLAIN SOUL by Noy

May 31st, 2010

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Editors note: I am excited to have Noy writing here again. The article below is in three parts. It is about ELISABETH FRITZL, a 19 year old girl from Amstetten, Austria; who was kept for 25 years in a dungeon by her father and and became his sex slave. He fathered 7 children out of this incestuous affair. The article below is Noy’s emotional response to the story …which talks about all the things she has not seen of the world.

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Nick
(A Blissful End …)

Close your eyes my sweet child. Rest with the most peace-filled sleep — and wake up in that faraway and very distant place: A place where pain and suffering and sorrows would no longer exist…Where only the soothing and calming sounds abound. I can only wish that I could hum to you the sweetest lullaby in your sacred journey. But I could not, it is just not possible at the moment. My endless pain and suffering had completely wiped out the last remaining chords and strings in my inner chamber. I no longer have the rhymes and reasons to be in jubilance with life … more so, to sing it. But I still have that one last ditch of prayers and hopes, only a suffering mother could fervently wish for. Very hard … and very sad. There’s only one thing I ask of you. Please don’t cry nor be sad. This is just but a momentary halt as a whole. And I am not going to weep either. My tears had long been drained in my own moments of desolation … of anguish and despair. My spirits had long been gone and my soul had already been slain. It had departed … at its extinction. But even then, I am in jubilation, knowing that you’ll eternally be guided in your next blissful path.

Purity: Photo by Noy

I wish for you a beautiful transition as you tread your pathway to sereneness. Enjoy the walk of an innocent child towards a sanctuary of peacefulness; and religiously experience the purest of all joys which your mortal self had been deprived of. Welcome the sacred sound of harps and flutes, accompanying the sweetest tune emanating from amongst a golden choir: A majestic orchestra rendering melodies of never-ending praise of the sovereign, the glorious, and the divine. All in jubilation: honouring the revered of its might, its beauty, and its splendour: A place that doesn’t run out of heavenly joy and the purest of pleasures … quantified by the abundance of grace and blessings.

Touch those greens in different hues … those glorious blooms with multitude of colours. Marvelling on them and savouring its uniquely fragrant scents. You become enchanted by those winged creatures – singing you variable tunes you’ve never heard of: A colossal harmony of rhymes and reasons. They soar and fly in hundreds, enticing you to closely watch as they merrily glide. You look up, surprisingly in awe … capturing the tranquility of the light blue skies. You are mesmerized. Yes, it’s your first sight of the hugely opened horizon and vastness in space … majestic, magical – one which only that sanctuary could offer. The enthralling gigantic cottons gently caressing the sun, to let you experience the playful mighty rays enchantingly sprawled all over – bright, sparkling, and magnetic.

Bliss Photo by Noy

The wispy breeze touches your face as it softly teases the pliant young limbs of the evergreen trees … instilling oneness with the sombre meadowlands. New and spent leaves scattered around as was rustled and splattered by its faint crescendo: Some gliding in dance-like forms rest at your feet. You pick them as they get drenched by the crystal dewdrops resting on the bountiful grass which had been delivered in clusters … presenting the colours of autumn, all those prettily landscapes, forming glorious tones of green and gold and amber and brown. You are enchanted, in one with the entities around, so peaceful, so tranquil. You feel captured in a frame, hanged and swinging with the tempo of the cool wind seeping through the air. The flowers disappear and the birds sought solace somewhere … leaving no trace…leaving you with nothingness. Winter follows with its glistening white dust, forming an array of equally distributed frosty flakes. Your steaming breath freely flows, forming ethereal shadows as it joins the magical chilly wind. The sleeping woodlands are silent, promising you misty days ahead. Suddenly the entire place is filled with movement. You’ll know that spring is coming. Shoots and buds are showing, ready for its yearly majestic display of scents and blooms. Birds seem to be more in harmony with nature, reaching out to the sky and singing to the tune of high-pitched orchestral hymn. Everything is filled with life and colours. And you feel alive, singing and dancing in full gear. Lakes and creeks and brooks are once again in full swing. Daffodils and lilies are also in one with you – swaying and rejoicing. Then follows a warm breeze in the air, the days becoming bright and long and the surround is filled with joy. The sky is clearer, the grass is greener, trees are livelier … and the sun is beaming with it golden smile. Summer finishes the cycle with grand festivity, with a promise that the next seasons shall be offering the same exact contribution. Yes, you’ve never experienced all those: The core of life … the four seasons. They are all there for you to marvel on.

Beauty Photo by Noy

You seem to have taken more interest on the higher pure pleasures that astound you. And as the beaming sun delivers its uniquely sacred spark, a good wisp of rain comes and you welcome it with stretched arms, wide open. It gives you the life which you were spared … that you unwittingly deemed for … and dreamed of. This is the time when you’ll further be in elation of the most eventful sight you’ve never seen nor imagined. A rich blend of different enchanting colours … subtly painted from one end of the horizon … perfectly dragged to the other side – violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, red. A rainbow! Yes, I also wished it for you, because that rainbow symbolizes the hope and faith of a promising day and a better tomorrow. I always had the hope and faith that you’ll do it much better in that sanctuary, where only pure joy and blissfulness prevail. You’ve suffered enough in your innocent young life. And you deserve to be where you are supposed to be - NOW. Coincidentally, I’ve also suffered far more than enough, as well: Incapacitated disabled and slain. My spirits had been maimed and my soul had been shattered. My physical self is drained, leaving the whole of me weary and dreary. I could only hope to join you soon. But I have to put things to a whole halt yet – to attend to some other sacred responsibilities: a mother’s task which needs to be completely finished first. When things are finally cleared and settled, I’d be wholly relieved and would most definitely be trailing you. Joining you in your sacred path and doing exactly the same thing. Crawl and walk and glide and fly … and be also mesmerized and be in awe of the beautiful and magical experience in that sanctuary. We both have a lot of healing to partake together. I fully know that I’d definitely be undergoing the same; I do need that, the exact same thing: Filtering and purifying the self through that sacred transition through recuperation of the weary soul, and the healing of the torn spirits to a place where pain and suffering and lowness are non-existent. I know both of us will thrive and heal, and will be anew. And when the time comes and need be, we will both come back at the same stage, same level, same dimension… totally renewed and perfectly tuned.

To Be Contiued.