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Athos
Dec 03

I meet Hanna and then Kyla suddenly in December 2022 with their history and their deep essence put to the hardest test by life. I remember with much compassion and love the last earthly days of Kyla and at the same time witness with admiration the example of a "Mater Dolorosa" but still full of love, in both. A great lesson. For me it was a cathartic event. With gratitude and constant luminous thought I remember that time.

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Robert
Nov 01

Nov 2024-I am traveling on a train from Zurich to Karlsruhe and remembering my trip to Milan to see Yasmeen and her wonderful mother in Yasmeens last days…I think my heart will never stop crying as I listen to her voice singing to me even now on my iPad…


Yasmeen oh thoughtful one

I know it was such a rough ride this time

You did well to turn out the beauties from your soul regardless

You did the Sufis proud

Your children can only guess your fine umbrella of love

And the fight you had with he who made it difficult for you in every possible way…

So should you appear to me in our next life

I should have the picnic basket ready for the both of us and we will invite Cristina and your mother and your children and Fatima and that ever faithful young man who is always there at the right time—- Mohammed Bless his name, will come with Jesus and Beatrix Potter will give us painting lessons and we shall realize our eternal flame inside us and laugh and dance and embrace…

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Guest
Oct 28

Un suono per caso,

un incrocio,

mille note, una voce,

tanti pensieri.


La ricerca, quella voce - chi? come?

Una persona,

un altro universo,

i cd (li acquisto al volo),

mille riflessi e mille riflessioni.


Un intreccio,

un'amicizia,

tanti pensieri,

una voce - no, due,

due vite,

due infiniti,

tante chiacchiere,

non mancano le lacrime - condividere il dolore -,

non mancano le risate - elargire la gioia.


L'Uno.


L'Uno in noi, che siamo due,

noi due profondamente differenti, noi due incredibilmente simili,

amiche di un'amicizia strana, sempre lontana ma presente.


Manchi, tanto.

Certe volte sembra irreale.


Poi a volte anche no, non manchi per nulla, ci sei comunque.



(Going through all the chats with Yasmeen (an arduous journey...) I found a vocal track she sent me back in 2015, a song that I don't think she ever published elsewhere. I don't know if she only sent it to me, or maybe instead if she shared it with her whole circle of friends - of course I tend to consider it a personal gift :). if I manage to upload it online, I'll make it available for everyone).


Stella

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Guest
Oct 23

Beloved Yasmeen

The brightest star in my sky

The sweetest and most fragrant rose kissed by dew in the softest morning

The breeze that brings with it glad tidings

She honors , nurtures, and calls and speaks to the most noble, dignified one within us

With a gaze of tenderness

A smile that radiates warmth and love

Embracing all

what a gift she is to the world!

I will cherish her forever

And honor her ways and mission

I love you Beloved Yasmina

You are our precious treasure eternally giving and abundant

Full of grace , my heavenly friend, my sister, my soul flower

Blossoming evermore

🌹 your habibah Fatima

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Guest
Sep 03

Ho conosciuto Kyla per caso e sapevo proprio poco di lei , avevo solo capito che aveva un maledetto male! Sono riuscita a scambiare poche parole con lei per via della lingua inglese che io non so.....ma ricordo i suoi occhioni parlavano da soli!

Purtroppo solo dopo la sua mancanza sono venuta a conoscenza della sua storia e credo che solo poche persone avrebbero reagito come lei combattente fino alla fine!

Adorava i suoi figli e la sua mamma! Malgrado ci siamo conosciute poco ha lasciato nel mio cuore un bellissimo ricordo!

Kyla sei stata un esempio importante per tantissime persone!

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Guest
Sep 02

Kyle your frequency transcends time and space and it is omnipresent in all the dimensions of the existence, for all of us who is open to over come the frame of reference of this 3 d reality is a blessing to meet you in any time, your light leads us in an armoniose process of evolution!! Thank you to bright and expand your echo through each of our hearts beat!!! I feel you!!!

Andrea flenda

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Guest
Aug 28

On behalf of Yasmeen's family I would like to warmly invite you to share your thoughts and feelings about Yasmina Olya ( Kyla Hidson Lewis) and her music and art. This is a place for community, where people can connect and share. We send you our gratitude. warmly, Hannah Hidson ( Mother of Yasmeen ( Kyla Hidson Lewis)

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Guest
Aug 28

 

Words about Yasmina Olya ( Kyla Hidson Lewis) written by her mother:

 

Yasmina Olya taught us  to open our hearts, to  offer love as a sacrament ‐

She prayed for floods of love to fill the earth and her people. She prayed into her music to pour into the wounds of human hearts, And that in this divine intervention,

the bitter salty tearsbecome sweet pearls of wisdom

 

She faced hardship  with incredible grace and dignity 

daring, courageous, inventive, original and profoundly engaged to her mission, help humanity in  the depths of sorrow in which it finds itself, as she was fully aware of the Threshold situation of mankind in the 20th Century.  Yasmina Olya and her earth mission were impressively congruent.

She lived  the Highest Mystery of Love, knowing that she  was to fulfil the Pledge for which she had been chosen. And we are grateful having witnessed her so precious mission.

Yasmina Olya was a courageous builder of bridges, overcoming the differences that usually separate people and continents. She had that powerful quality which is a signature of the "I" of the human being: she valued what is valuable in all human beings.

 Honouring motherhood, honouring womanhood, the  divine mother, she was exquisitely feminine, beauty radiated from her like sunlight, even in her last days she shone out a radiance.

Who will ride with me? Into the fray of life to protect women and children? Who will ride with me, fearless and bold full of faith and hope and love and wonder?

 

And what did she teach us?

On the threshold of death she spoke:

“Read me and understand I am not afraid

This is what I have learned

To let go in every moment in Living in Dying

 The world passes away

If you hold on hard you break inside and outside

Just speak your truth sweet Glass

Impermanent as we are When the day comes I am risen… in having risen, in endless love…

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Guest
Sep 09

Voglio condividere il mio incontro con Kyla e Hanna. Le incontravo in sala da pranzo di Casa Raphael a Roncegno, a volte insieme, a voltevolte solo Hanna.

Non sapevo nulla delle loro vite, ma intuivo che erano persone speciali. Caso(karma) vuole che Hannah doveva venire a Bergamo, che e' la citta' dove vivo, e cosi' le diedi un passaggio in auto.(penso che Kyla fosse rimasta a Roncegno).

Durante il viaggio venni a sapere della malattia di Kyla.

Fu un esperienza che non dimentichero' mai.Hannah si fermo' a Bergamo, un po' anche a casa mia.

Amo Hannah e ricordo la sua forza, dignita' e gentilezzagentilezza nell'affrontare la dura situazione.

Attraverso Lei pensavo a kyla e sentivo il suo enorme coraggio, quando la incontrai all'ospedale ero molto emozionata. Lei era come se fosse avvolta da ua luce dorata e luminosa.Non l'ho conosciuta ma emanava una grande consapevolezza, una bellezza Totale!!!

Ascolto spesso la sua meravigliosa musica e l'adoro!! Ciao KylaKyla sei una grande anima.

Silvia di Bergamo









































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dlewis
Jul 29

The spirit

 likes to dress up like this:

   ten fingers,

     ten toes,

 

shoulders, and all the rest

 at night

   in the black branches,

     in the morning

 

in the blue branches

 of the world.

   It could float, of course,

     but would rather

 

plumb rough matter.

 Airy and shapeless thing,

   it needs

     the metaphor of the body,

 

lime and appetite,

 the oceanic fluids;

   it needs the body’s world,

     instinct

 

and imagination

 and the dark hug of time,

   sweetness

     and tangibility,

 

to be understood,

 to be more than pure light

   that burns

     where no one is—

 

so it enters us—

 in the morning

   shines from brute comfort

     like a stitch of lightning;

 

and at night

 lights up the deep and wondrous

   drownings of the body

     like a star.


-Mary Oliver

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