Inpirational Text about Death (Part 1) by B. Fitschen

Almelo,9^th April 2020

Brigitte Fitschen

Inspirational Text about Death 

Ich bin so melancholisch, aber traurig bin ich nicht.

Endlich habe ich Ruhe gefunden, eine Nacht erlebt wie ein Baby, gut gesättigt und in den Armen von Mama.

Mama, gut, dass du uns am 6. November 2019 sanft und dennoch bewusst verlassen hast, ganz vertraut an meiner Seite, in unserem Zuhause.

Kein Morphium, keine Beatmung, keine Hektik, kein Krankenhaus oder Pflegepersonal, kein Coronavirus19.

Nein, nur mich deine Tochter Brigitte, deine Enkeltochter Clara und dein Enkelsohn Andreas an deiner Seite zusammen im Haus.

Die Unsichtbaren waren um dein Bett, dein Mann Heini, mein Vater, hinter mir eine immense Kraft, aus der ich unermessliche Energie und Mut schöpfte.

Sie sagen, der Tod ist das Ende, ich sage, der Tod besteht nicht, es verändert sich nur die Form. Das Wesentliche bleibt. Für meine Augen sind meine geliebten Gestorbenen sichtbar und fühlbar und hörbar. Sie wecken mich auf nachts: “Setz dich aufrecht und meditiere, verbinde dich mit uns, deinem Heilungsteam, deinen Helfern und gebe uns Auftrag, um deinen geliebten Menschen in dieser Welt zu helfen. Vertraue dich uns an, denn dann nur können wir ihnen durch dich helfen. Auch dir wird geholfen. Wir flüstern es dir in dein Ohr, was zu tun ist und wie du es überbringst in Wort und Tat.“

Nachts die Geister, und tags die Natur, die Wärme des Lichts und der Sonne, das Grün der Bäume und Pflanzen, das Singen und Zwitschern der Vögel, die Lässigkeit und Biegsamkeit der Katzen.

„Die Freude dich zum Freund zu haben. Lecker, das Futter, die Milch!“ Ein wohliges Räkeln in der Sonne, ein Putzen des Felles, ein Auf und Ab um schließlich einen bezaubernden Platz im Efeu zu finden, worauf der Kater Samurai und die Katze Diva sich genüsslich ausrecken, ganz eins mit dem leichten, sonnigen Tag, und ich hatte gerade Streit mit meinem Nachbarn.

Er will mir eine Mauer vor meine Nase setzen, meinen weiten Blick, die wunderschöne Aussicht zerstören, mir Schatten bringen und Streit.

Ich sehne mich nicht nach einem gestressten, hinterhältigen Nachbarn.

Ich entspanne mich auf meinem Stuhl, angeregt und inspiriert durch die Katzen. Ich RELAXE meinen verspannten Körper, mein unruhiges Gehirn.

Ich schweige und zeichne die Katze.

Drinnen im Haus, das Ungeheuer, mein Fernseher, er bringt nur Probleme in meine Wohnstube, Krankheit und Sterben und Isolation, Kälte und Aggressionen.

Die Angst wird übertragen, auch die Sorge und Sorgsamkeit.

Schütze dich, sei nicht naiv, vertraue nicht jedem Kommentar, nicht jedem Politiker/in, nicht jedem Arzt/Ärztin oder Journalisten/Journalistin.

Wer ist Freund, wer ist Feind in der heutigen Zeit?

Meine Mutter flüstert in mein Ohr: „Sei dir selbst der Nächste und die liebste Freundin. Sei sorgsam und gib Acht.  Habe nicht eine zu große Klappe, aber sei auch nicht ängstlich, um deinen Standpunkt einzunehmen.

Das Leben ist schön, nicht wahr mein Kind.“

© Brigitte Fitschen 
The Author owns the copyright to his work

ENGLISH:

Almelo, 9^th April 2020

Brigitte Fitschen

Inspirational text about the death

I am so melancholic, but I am not sad.

Finally, I found peace, a night like a baby, well saturated and in the arms of mom.

Mum, good that you left us softly on November 6, 2019, at my side, in our home.

No morphine, no ventilation, no hustle and bustle, no nurse, no coronavirus19.

Except me, your daughter Brigitte, your granddaughter Clara and your grandson Andreas at your side together in the house.

The invisible summated around your bed, your husband Heini, my father, behind me an immense power from which I drew immeasurable energy and courage.

They say that death is the end, I say that death does not exist, that only form changes. The essential remains. For my eyes, my beloved deceased are visible and palpable and audible. 

They wake me up at night: "Sit upright and meditate, connect with us, your healing team, your helpers, and give us orders to help your loved ones in this world. Trust us, because then only we can help them through you. You too will be helped. We whisper it to your ear about what to do and how you present it in word and deed."

At night the spirits, at day nature, the warmth of light and sun, the green of trees and plants, the singing and chirping of birds, the casualness and flexibility of cats.

"The joy of having you as a friend. Sweet, the food, the milk!”

A pleasant jerking in the sun, a cleaning of the fur, an up and down to  finally find a charming  place in the ivy, on which the cat Samurai and the cat Diva  enjoy  stretching themselves, being one with the light and the sunny day.”

And I just had a dispute with my neighbour.

He wants to put a wall in front of my nose, my wide view, destroy the beautiful view, bring me shadows and arguing.

I do not long for a stressed, sneaky neighbour.

I relax on my chair, stimulated and inspired by the cats.

I RELAXE my tense body, my restless brain.

I am silent and draw the cat.

Inside the house, the monster, my TV, it only brings problems to my living room, illness and dying and isolation, cold and aggression.

Fear is transmitted, so is worry and care.

Protect yourself, do not be naïve, do not trust every comment, not every politician, not every doctor or journalist.  

Who is friend, who is hostile today?

My mother whispers in my ear: "Be your kindest neighbour and your best favourite friend.  Be careful and take good care of yourself. Do not have a big mouth, but also do not be afraid to take your point of view.

Life is beautiful, isn’t it my child?"

© Brigitte Fitschen 
The Author owns the copyright to his work

Biography

3^rd May

Brigitte Fitschen

A biographical outline

I was born in Germany in 1953.  I studied Anglistics, Romans letters and Education to become a secondary school teacher. My mother originating from France allowed me to have a Franco-allemande family background while I was born and educated in Germany.

My passion for Art was present my whole life. If my father had not denied me

to become an artist, I would have studied art after I had succeeded my A levels at the age of 19 years.

The passion and love for painting, sculpturing and writing from 16 years onwards remained inspiring me my whole life.

My love for writing reappeared 20 years ago when in the Advanced course of

Landmark worldwide educational courses I invented myself as a fiction writer who desired to produce a novel and to open a gallery with other artists.

During 40 years of being passionate and active about painting and sculpturing in my leisure time, I produced more than 125 paintings and other pieces of artistic work which I created in several professional art courses where I enrichened my skills and capacities.  My commitment however to writing was not expressed that much till I got in contact inspired by my daughter to join the writer’s empowerment club in London on the net. From there the idea to publish a book about the lives of refugees got invented.

Last year I took part in this writing project about refugees. I have published with 8 co-writer’s stories about refugees to bring the struggle and pains of foreigners to our western population and enable them to feel more empathy and compassion with refugees.

While I am busy finishing my first romantic novel, I take part as well in this project about the corona Crisis 19 and to paint out how it affects our lives.

I am the proud mother of 3 grown up children and I have been married twice. Once to a Dutch man who is the father of my 3 children and later to a Nigerian man who came to Europe himself as a refugee.

I divorced both men and kept my mother with me for 8 years to take care of her. She died in 2019 at my place in the Netherlands.

Since my mothers’ transition and me being retired I develop creative capacities in painting and writing.

You can follow me on Instagram: @gitti_art 

I am reachable under: brigitte.fitschen@hotmail.com
My Facebook account: Brigitte Fitschen