Photo Courtesy of Noy
This is the conculson of Noy’s Journal about the Fritzl family. If you look at Noy writing as a prayer, perhaps her words helped to produce the happy outcome. Please feel free to comment. I have also included the links to the other two parts of this story. (Nick)
Sleep my precious one. Sleep with nothing else but a peaceful rest. Leave everything behind, every trace of the whole – the sorrows, the pain, the agony, even leaving the bond that we immensely shared and sealed. All those revered memories which emanated from the sorrowful and all the agonies that life spared us, making it extraordinary, out of the futile and abnormal circumspect and trivialities.
You need not carry them because such would only create unnecessary and excess weight in your peaceful travel. When we finally reunite in the next phase, we are going to start fresh and anew. Refreshed and rejuvenated in a perfect time slot, excellently spanned with age and space, all graciously filled up from beyond and blessed with timeless love – unrequited, boundless … and extraordinarily special. You’ll start crawling again with pure gladness in a child’s heart: Free and flawless.
And by then, I should have already built a surmountable strength – more than enough to take us to the highest peak of life’s sublime omnipresence where I am more resilient and a much more capable mother. Be with you and we will guide each other on a more subtle scale. We will experience the normal transition of life as it goes through its different seasons. A season of catching up, a season of reasons … a season to be cherished forever. As you recapture a flash of your earlier journey, we will seize and unravel it once again – each tiny frames and fractions in its sediment … doing the same thing altogether … together.
Photo Courtesy of Noy
You could perhaps be ahead and start on a much more subdued path. I may be following you soon: Later, if not sooner. I wouldn’t mind whichever one. We will be the best of team, a promise that I won’t break; a promise which cannot be changed. And by then, we would have all the options – of what we want to be and how we want it done. We could either be a strongly-knit siblings or inseparable friends … forever. You could even be a dotting mother; I could be your tireless preacher.
We will definitely make and do things far differently this time, much more exciting, much more pleasant, much more divine. We will make up for those times, lost and missed in our previous passage of such a tumultuous life. It shouldn’t matter how else. We could even be a pair of 4-legged creatures; a mother and a pup … or even sibling cubs. We’ll nurture each other and fill up the void of those once lost dreams and derailed hope and faith. One of us could even be a mountain … the other – a woodland, one definitely drawing strength from the other. We’re then going to be each other’s rock!
I wouldn’t even mind if we are deviated into something far different – be each other’s perfect symphony. You’ll be my words and I’ll be your tune. You could be a sweet-scented bud or a colour-filled bloom. I’ll supplement you with mighty foliage of different hues – of gradient greens and greys … subdued and subtle. One of us could be the mother sun … and the other, its passive child – the moon, forever giving its nominated ray at such a perfectly measured interval. We could even be the cheerful winged creatures – flying as a pair, gleefully gliding, soaring with zest … and endlessly rendering the best of melodious tunes; cascading music of love and peace, serenading the merry spirits … knowing that we’re once and for all … together in our quest for a lasting solitude, afloat, satiated and adrift. Forever soaring and singing our tune … with rich rhymes and radiant reasons: A divine mission of sacred pleasures with the purest of joys, unblemished, untainted, and blissful.
So, sleep my beautiful child. Wake up to that sanctuary of peace and serenity. Go and flow and grow. Take with you those fragmented wishes that I send with you on that sacred trip, a splendid dream, a timeless journey … of pure joy, of perfect paradise, one which has no beginning and no end. One which knows no bound, one which knows peacefulness and tranquility. Be assured that we’ll be joined later, if not sooner, with no trace of sadness, no remnants of sorrows. All that abounds are goodness, grace and abundance, endless and overflowing: A life of renewal, of togetherness, of overwhelming jubilance; two faithful souls, two flowing spirits, two inseparable mortals. Behind the thickest clouds of bleak past, amongst the trivialities – of gloom and doom; amidst the darkest and monstrous tribulations of not knowing, of malaise and defeat and fallen dreams. Despite all these lies a thread of hope and faith at its faintest and weakest strand. There’s still that strong faith and endless hope that another lifetime in another dimension is waiting us both. Joyously willing to share with us the sweetest and the divine, a promise of the everlasting life: That very blissful moment – untainted, unblemished, unbounded.
Isn't Nature Amazing bu John Heydon
Triumphantly, we shall arise, somewhere in that faraway land, where there is plenty. A place which eternally opens its perpetual fountains – sprinkling the spirits with lasting grace and boundless blessings, where pain and worries are non-existent, where only pure love and endless joy prevails … forever.
At its finality, let me once and for all say this to you my precious little one. Sleep the deepest and quietest sleep, my dearest sweet child. I could barely utter more words to appease you. I’m drained and dreary and weary … very tired. I need a very long rest. I’m not going to be far. I’m just around … and as promised, I’ll soon be behind. Slip in and go, a pleasant rest, a bliss-filled sleep. In peace … you fade.
I fade … in peace,
Noy
On a HAPPY NOTE: This saga, by the way, has ended with a real ‘joyful’ twist. And how very glad I was! The subject girl (Elisabeth’s daughter) came out – in pink colours! She eventually did make it (despite almost all organs failing), a miracle, indeed. As of this writing, Elisabeth and the whole family is slowly (but successfully) starting anew. She is indeed an admirable woman, an inspiration … the child-mother from Amstetten. The old magic line goes true once again: “And they lived happily ever after”. Bless this Fritzl family. Happy them … happy me! Amen.
Links Two Part I and Part 2
Part 1 http://wp.me/pX3q7-QO
Part 2 http://wp.me/pX3q7-Rl
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