A few days ago the students of ”Quinto Orazio Flacco” high school in Venosa had the pleasure of meeting Olimpia Orioli, mother of Luca, who died together with Marisosa Andreotta in March 1988 in Policoro, in circumstances never clarified.
The meeting was promoted by the Libera Vulture Alto Bradano garrison.
Thus the Libera Basilicata association:
“The search for truth and justice that characterized mother Olimpia’s entire life after the death of her son often intersects with the looks, anxieties and dreams of many young people.
And from these meetings comes the beauty of comparison, of the exchange of lives, of the mutual enrichment between those who have seen their young flower torn away in an emotionally unspeakable way and those who live that youth.
This is why we are happy to be able to share a l with youopen letter written by mother Olimpia and dedicated to them: to those girls and boys called to be the humanity of tomorrow.
Olimpia Orioli
OPEN LETTER TO MY MANY LUCAS
To you who look out at life, imagining it all blooming with infinite skies, with eternal flashes, with immortal Love, with enchanted dreams that current time tends to fade. Don’t give up.
Defend them strenuously.
They are the best part of your precious existence.
Each of you is a priceless VALUE, it is unique and unrepeatable and all together we would be a force capable of resisting the evil that advances with the arrogance of violence confused with force. Knowing this is important.
Wanting it is crucial for every dream to come true and come true.
There is no other way to be happy except courageously become yourself while remaining anchored to your own inner beauty and wisdom that unites everyone, loving the Good of each and every one.
To you who still dream, hope, wait for the secret dream of your tender heart to come true, I say with strength and determination, knowing that I strongly want your good, not to waste your resources and energies looking outside for what instead is inside each of you.
Everyone, if they know what they want, searches and finds within themselves what they need to be able to achieve it.
To you who are looking for a meaning to give to your existence and get lost in the labyrinthine deaf and blind deviant silences of the world.
To you who feel lost, confused and lost among the thousand fragilities, the infinite expectations, the many disappointed hopes and the thousand gropings.
To you who are perplexed, amazed, frightened, petrified or resigned, heartbroken, disappointed, ignored, not listened to, not welcomed, not loved, to you who wander among the monstrosities rampant around you that kill the world, the earth, the life under helpless eyes of deaf and blind governments.
To you who helplessly witness the crumbling of those brotherly universal values.
Do not be afraid of the plow that makes every clod fruitful.
Have the courage to extract the blades that pierced you from the bottom. Dry the pain of clotted blood that would send Love, forgiveness and your own life into gangrene.
Don’t let yourselves degenerate, divert, mislead, decentralize yourself and the immortal dream that is inside every human being.
By living, suffering, accepting, welcoming, exploring the pain, I have learned to follow the example of the seed that dies to itself to be reborn as an ear, to accept being ground to become flour, to then be kneaded, baked and chewed to be a source of life.
And here I am next to you to defend your dreams, to share your steps towards yourselves, life, the world, to defend your right to be in the world promoters of life, of Love and of a rampant force that discourages every war.
By accepting, exploring the pain and offering it, I learned to bring the starry sky into the dirt abyss and I conquered death, darkness, pain and the fear of not succeeding.
I lost everything, but I didn’t lose myself.
I learned, sinking into the most bitter loneliness that:
• Pain is courage.
• Pain is strength.
• The Pain is Love.
• Pain is nourishment for the soul.
• Pain is forgiveness and forgiveness is freedom from all possible resentments that harm only those who feel them.
• The pain helped me see how much happier I was than those who still make me suffer so much. Offenders, after all, are souls in pain who await Love and forgiveness to recover from the gangrene that poisons their hearts and keeps them in chains.
• I have learned to pray with my life, offering all my bitterest pain for the good of those who have only so far managed to do harm by hurting themselves.
I have learned that the more inhuman the pain, the more superhuman what it reveals.
I discovered that the painful journey of the pierced person became a channel of Light for me.
I assure you that what you feel is profoundly satisfying and elevating fullness and beauty that gives meaning to my earthly life, and determination, in it, to the divine bud.
Slowly hurrying to sink into the darkest depths of my abysmal inner darkness, listening to all its infinite gasps and cries, I learned the art of digging tirelessly, of unearthing all the details of soul, heart and mind, of climbing the abyss dirt and dark to be aware of my strength, facing obstacles.
That’s where I found myself, others, the world, life.
Through that piercing hole God became incarnate in me, becoming his fruitful clod.
From a thousand joys, before, I never learned anything. From this inhuman pain I learned to look beyond my miserable backyard. I understood that death is the womb of Life, it is the door to Heaven.
Reading Jonathan’s The Seagull, listening to the empty silences of the world, I too discovered, like him, the great desire to cross the threshold of littleness that forced me to remain caged forever in the scorching menagerie of endless pain.
There I understood that Love and pain were my only currency to spend so that it could multiply its value.
And like Jonathan’s seagull I tried to fly higher than my backyard, practically discovering that courage was a ray of my heart and that is what took me beyond the clouds where the sun does not fear sunsets.
And the inert moment found the strength to replicate itself infinitely, thus abolishing the fear of death and pain in me.
Listening to the silence and embracing solitude, I learned to paint and sculpt in my soul, my thousand rainbows, where I meet my Luca and with him all of you too.
I know that when I can hug him he will express his full satisfaction to me for not having let his Love die and for having made my maternal Love universal.
Have a good life to all of you. Never feel alone.
Everyone discovering their true Self will be a solid point of reference for everyone.”
