Closure and Resurrection
Still resonating with my experience in the tunnels of Ravne, I left Sarajevo and got ready for the whirlwind I sensed was ahead. I came back with a strong cough and a fever which I had caught from my hours in close proximity to Vesna, who had suffered through most of the week.
Ten days later we held a commemorative concert in Thonon for the ten-year anniversary of Ronald’s death. Again, Francois was with me, aware now that this was likely to be the farewell concert. I had lost my voice and still had a bit of a temperature, aware of my too shiny cheeks. A group of friends had climbed the three flights of stairs. I looked around at their faces, some of whom had been at the heart-opening wake we’d held two weeks after the plane had disappeared. Now, ten years later, they had more difficulty, knees and hips having been replaced in some of them in the interim. We were all aware of the absence of other friends who had since also departed. I was aware of our mortality. But also of our immortality.
I was seated at my piano, Francois with his cello, and a melody started to grow between the two of us. It felt magical and later a friend had captured a small video on her phone and indeed it was.
Searching through emails, cards and letters from that time ten years earlier, I’d come across a short poem which a friend Sheila, with whom I’d traveled to Konya and now lost contact with, had translated from the German. I am still researching the author of ‘An der Grenze’ (At the Edge), and I whispered it to my assembled friends, my voice coming and going.
If you have to go through a mined field
Take a handful of seeds with you
Marigolds and Poppies (I added Sunflowers)
For your resurrection
And then Francois moved across to the piano and improvised on these words, powerfully. The late light streaming through into Lumiére du Lac rendered the lake platinum while the sun sent powerful rays through the shimmering clouds.
An exquisite commemoration and farewell concert.
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Another ten days later I collected Judy from Geneva airport and brought her to Thonon and up the stairs to the apartment. I stayed the first night in the guest room and in the morning we went up to the small village at the top of the rue du Funiculaire. A long planning work session ensued with mugs of spiced tea as we talked through ideas for the symposium on the Sound of Light and what she required.
One item included a four-hour recording session at a studio en route to Leysin, as she was using the week in my apartment to develop a five-week programme which she would be offering on her return to New Zealand. She also said she’d like me to allow my music to come through on the grand piano which we’d hired for the duration of the symposium.
Judy asked that I return for the evening of 31st May, before the anniversary of Ronald’s death on June – also our 36th wedding anniversary. She knew I regularly spent these times in my apartment with my piano and wanted me not to make an exception this particular year. I was grateful as this was to be the final one since I had now decided to sell Lumiére du Lac, and I needed this closure.
She prepared a delicious supper as we shared the beauty looking out over the lake and another exquisite sunset. And then she offered me a ‘reading’, where Ronald was able to come through and communicate with me.
Many things. He said he is still ‘the ears to my music’. So of course, I went down to my piano after our meal to communicate with him.
The next day, June 2019, was our 36th anniversary and I took Judy to a favorite restaurant Ronald and I had frequented since we had arrived in Thonon-les-Bains twenty years earlier. We’d celebrated his 50th birthday at the Auberge d’Anthy and mine a year later. Madame is always welcoming as I’ve continued to go for the fresh perches du lac, which they catch themselves in season from a small fishing boat.
Judy Satori is an exceptional human being, having spent 22 years merging Science with Spirituality. Her frequency is so high, I imagine a very wide band width, that beings in other dimensions and star systems can connect with it. It’s like fine-tuning a radio and suddenly finding a programme. She is a conduit, allowing extremely high frequencies to be stepped down so we can access the information.
So, Ronald could tune in and reach me as I sat at the small outside table, familiar menu and wine in front of me. At one point, I saw tears on Judy’s cheeks.
‘These are not my emotions, Marilyn.
This is Ronald’.
In this unusual way we were able to ‘celebrate’ our 36 years and it was the greatest gift I could have received. To know that he’s been with me ‘every step of my way’.
I have given my piano to Sevérine and her family. It will remain in the apartment where it belongs, along with the pot plant Ronald planted which now reaches the ceiling in the double volume. I don’t see myself returning after I remove my final few possessions.
A chapter in the story of Love on my Soul’s Journey has drawn to a close.
With Love and Gratitude
Marilyn