Posted on April 5, 2011 by Lydia
Travel account of Laura’s trip
to India, February-March 2011
(written by Lydia, Laura’s Mum)
PART 1 (Before leaving + journey until the first night)
Laura doesn’t talk as we do, but she
can communicate with a letter board if
she’s given support for her hand. It’s a
form of telepathy. She usually does this
kind of talking with her sister Marie.
During the trip we noted some things down (however, noting down is not something we always do, because who writes down everything that is being said? Still, because her words are rare and sometimes very meaninful, they mean a lot to us. Otherwise you keep asking yourself ‘what is going on in that child?’ How it is for her, not being able to talk, that’s something else. Not easy for both parties).
For this travel account, we showed our pictures to Laura (who has a very good memory, she hardly ever forgets anything in fact). What Laura said during the trip or afterwards as comment to the photos is marked in blue. We planned on making this diary from the start, that’s why we have a lot of pictures of Laura.
This is a picture taken last summer (2010).
I like to sing with music and tambourines because then the gods are happy and then I can also show my joy like that because I am always filled with inner joy but I cannot always show it because it is not appropriate
Laura has been to the Ashram before
(and traveled through the south of
India) in 2000. She has experienced
Swami Premananda from up close and
received many blessings. Later on, she
received a Shivaratri Lingam from Swami
and now occasionally does puja for it,
mainly accompanied by singing and music.
20th Feb 10 pm
my mom can sow very well
The night before our departure:The sowing machine was pulled out from the back closet here. We dug up a number of our Indian clothes and made them shorter where necessary. Laura is clearly pleased. She’s showing off her outfit with her Dad.
Fri. 25th Feb 9.40 pm
my cat doesn’t want to come with us but she is very interested in the trip
I had said the little cat wanted to come with us in the suitcase – which is obviously an absurd thought.The night before our departure:
I’m VERY nervous
I think I won’t know what to do
Sat. 26th Feb, 8.20 am
going along is very exciting because everything is almost new
Martine (on the left) brought us; we
have a long tradition of driving each
other to the airport.
(Sister Marie is in de middle)
Chennai, a destination among many others
I’m brave but very nervous
Whenever things get a bit much, Laura sticks out her tongue; she never does it for no reason.
my eldest sister is there too
In fact, eldest sister was supposed to
go to India to do a wedding ceremony
there. It was also the reason why the
parents of the groom bought a ticket.
But then it turned out the wedding was
cancelled because our Swami passed away.
But as you can see, we keep our spirits
I’m trying to stay calm
Waiting to check in, walking quite a bit, waiting again for the hand luggage check and admiring the airplane, Laura’s comments to all of those pictures is very brief.
this, I like
Bergaf lopen op de helling richting vliegtuig.
It never ceases to amaze me how Laura looks at the things of life
my grandmother comes from very far away and then people didn’t fly yet
This is where I pointed out the place grandmother was born, at the top in the middle of the little screen.
just a few more hours mom tells me and marie too but it seems endless
There are a lot of people on the plane that we know – Laura walks around a bit or gets visitors
I’m happy that we arrived
I always make new friends very quickly with people who are open to the invisible side of the world
As a mother, I always enjoy seeing it,
when people come up to Laura very
spontaneously and you feel a lot is
I can remain standing quite well in my long-expected journey
I’m not worried anymore
all the people here look
different but on the inside they are
just the way I know people
that’s nice to see
7.30 pm Belgian time, midnight local
Indian time, we land in Chennai. Because
we were the last to get on the plane, our
luggage comes down the conveyer belt right
away. We say goodbye to the 5 others who
booked their own hotel and whom we will
join again tomorrow and go out. We look
out for the sign of our taxi driver to
bring us to our hotel, to no avail. It’s
an expensive hotel because of Laura, close
to the airport and comfortable. The other
drivers bearing signs are very cooperative
for us, making phonecalls until their ears
are ringing. They get in contact with our
hotel, where they don’t know anything
about us, despite many mails back and
forth weeks beforehand and reservation
confirmations on all sides. Marie is sent
out to find a solution, what Laura calls
‘running around’, while we stay waiting
for nearly an hour in the oppressive night
heat and airport buzz. Laura soon tires of
standing up and wants to lie down on the
floor, which is really not a pretty sight,
so I make her sit on one of the suitcases;
but she’s quite happy with that. In the
meantime Marie is addressed in British
English by two young guys who remember her
from the ‘Youth’ meeting 4 years back in
London, and she can inform them that the
day after tomorrow there will be a big
ceremony in the Ashram for Swami
Premananda’s funeral (or how should I put
it). They feel a bit awkward to go there
without having informed the Ashram first
but Marie assures them that there will be
a place for them, and they decide on the
spot to go for it and leave for the Ashram
any way they can, by bus or otherwise.
What a beautiful coincidence.
Without any luck for finding a hotel, Marie comes back to us and then notices an Indian man she once met before as staff in a hotel, and she says, “I know your face!” “Me too” the little keen man replies. He still works for the hotel and soon enough, he and two other hotel people (of other hotels) are trying to win us over by bidding up against each others’ offers. Abdul Salaam – the ‘face’ – is trying very hard and can offer a taxi and a hotel (with free extra bed because there is three of us) for half of the normal price, incl. lots of stars. That last bit remains to be seen, but we are very happy with the whole story and the help of our divine Master, who arranges meetings seemingly miraculously, who apparently doesn’t want us to spend a lot of money yet takes very good care of Laura. The name of the hotel has ‘Raja’ in it, which means ‘king’. It’s a win win situation 🙂
27 feb 2.34
phew I’m tired now!