Opnieuw naar de mijn (2)


Hoe gaat #verhaal over mijn avontuur in de mijn verder, na de vondst van die bijzondere #fles ?

Lees hiervoor deel 1:

Met de toppen van mijn vinger stoot ik ergens tegen aan. Het zou de ketting kunnen zijn, die door mijn aanraking naar achteren gaat. Als ik gelijk heb, dan zou hij ook heen en weer kunnen bewegen en dan moet hij met de volgende slingerbeweging weer binnen bereik komen – juist. Opnieuw voel ik het metaal tegen mijn vingers stoten. Ik hoef alleen maar een nieuw tikje te geven om de beweging groter te maken, gewoon nog één wat steviger tikje…

Dat tikje lukt, de ketting beweegt met wat meer kracht naar achteren. Maar helaas verlies ik daardoor mijn evenwicht en val voorover de kooiruimte in. Ik voel de ketting langs me wegglijden en kom halverwege mijn val een obstakel tegen. Het mandje misschien? Wat het ook is, het zorgt ervoor dat mijn snelheid wordt gestuit maar daarna val ik verder, tot een bons op de harde ondergrond een einde maakt aan mijn val.

Het duurt even voor ik weer bij mijn positieven ben. Kreunend kom ik overeind en betast een hele serie pijnlijke plekken. Ongetwijfeld zit ik nu vol met een hele hoop schrammen, bulten, builen, schaafplekken en andere pijnlijkheden, maar gelukkig kan ik de lichamelijke ravage alleen maar voelen, niet zien. Wat je raadt het al natuurlijk, het is zo donker dat ik geen hand voor mijn ogen zie. Op de tast zoek ik naar het lichtknopje, uiteraard tegen beter weten in, want iets dergelijks is hier beneden natuurlijk nergens te vinden. Nu pas valt me in dat ik ook de ingebouwde zaklamp van mijn telefoon had kunnen gebruiken om wat helderheid te verschaffen. De telefoon heeft de val beter doorstaan dan ikzelf, het scherm is in ieder geval nog volledig intact. Bereik heb ik hier beneden helaas niet, maar de zaklamp doet het.

In de schacht die ik zojuist in een veel te hoog tempo ben afgedaald zie ik twee kettingen hangen, aan elke ketting een mand. De eerste hangt helemaal bovenaan, dat moet het exemplaar zijn waar ik die whiskyflessen in had gevonden. De andere hangt halverwege de schacht en helaas hangt alles zo hoog dat ik er onmogelijk bij kan. In de hoop dat ik een ladder of iets dergelijks kan vinden, kijk ik speurend om me heen.

Er ligt een hoop stof en gruis op de bodem van de schacht, maar niets waar ik op kan gaan staan. Wel zijn er drie gangen in beeld. Eén ervan lijkt vol te liggen met stenen, misschien door een instorting? Het maakt me meteen nog wat ongeruster dan ik al ben, deze mijn is per slot van rekening al erg oud en ik vraag me ineens af waarom ze al zolang verlaten is. Was de mijn uitgeput, of begon de hele handel in te storten? Nee, ik voel me er niet erg prettig bij, helemaal niet.

Er zijn nog twee gangen. Allebei donkere gaten, het licht van de zaklamp dringt niet erg ver door. Er is maar één manier om erachter te komen of zo'n gang ook een uitweg betekent, het idee dat ik de rest van mijn (vermoedelijk sterk ingekorte) leven hier onder in een mijnschacht moet doorbrengen spreekt me bepaald niet aan. Ik heb in ieder geval spijt dat ik niet gewoon iemand heb ingelicht over mijn plannen. Maar ja, als er wat te halen valt is de gedachte aan het delen van informatie nogal uit beeld, vrees ik.

De ingestorte gang is de meest linkse, dus mij lijkt de meest rechtse voorlopig de veiligste. Heel voorzichtig stap ik vooruit. Of eigenlijk: schuin naar beneden. Zo dring ik steeds verder in de donkere mijngang door.


(c)2019 Hans van Gemert

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Dit #verhaal (#story ,#Geschichte ) waarbij een #fles (#bottle ,#Flasche ) een belangrijke rol speelt  is begonnen bij het verhaal 'De Fles (Peerke70'. Het past ook in de maandelijkse #schrijfuitdaging , waar je hier meer over kunt lezen:


Hoe gaat dit verder?

Frank Zappa
Biography Within rock Frank Zappa was considered a diverse talent. He was a brilliant guitarist, an unsurpassed band leader and an incomparable social satirist. He started in the 1960s as the leader of the crazy avant-rock pioneers The Mothers. His subsequent solo work included everything from jazz rock to orchestral pieces, always brought with the humour that was Zappa's trademark. He succumbed to cancer in 1993 but the astonishing fertile workaholic left behind an awesome oeuvre. Genius is a word that is too often used in pop music, but it definitely relates to Zappa. Zappa.com - Frank Zappa would have turned 80 years old on December 21, if he hadn't died on December 4, 1993, almost 27 years ago, at 52 years old.. And while we're working on numbers: the newly released album The Mothers 1970 (four CDs) is number 116 in its catalogue. The fact that production has not stopped after his death is due to the efforts of the heirs Zappa, who has been doing good works since the death of Zappa's wife Gail, with son Ahmet and Joe Travers, the manager of Zappa's legendary vault full of recordings, as driving forces. In the house he once inhabited, his complete oeuvre is stored in a separate wing. The impact of almost 53 years of Frank Zappa. More than a human life can actually contain. Director Alex Winter was given access to the personal archive of the musician, provocateur and 'experimentalist' Zappa (129 min.), who breathed his last breath after an eventful life and career in 1993. Reworked version of an episode of TROS TV Show Op Reis from 1991 - the longer original version can be found here, this version was edited just after the death of Frank. In this episode Ivo Niehe visits eccentric pop musician Frank Zappa in Los Angeles. In addition to singer Frank acts as an investment advisor on American television and as a mediator between American businessmen and entrepreneurs from the Eastern bloc. In his studio, based in his home in Hollywood, he takes care of all the music and recordings himself. CLUSTER 1993 Frank Zappa TV Special (1991) - The tragic true story of Frank Zappa Frank Zappa took creative risks that few musicians would consider. He also wrote experimental classical music and gallaced all over the world. But Frank Zappa's life wasn't always rosy. His upbringing was rocky and his family life was also hard. Here's the tragic story of Frank Zappa..
Gebo, the dynamic reciprocity
Gebo: it is a rune sign, or a letter. But it's also a word. A word related to “give”, but also to a lesser extent with words for “movement”, think “go”. The word refers to reciprocity, but just different from the well-known “what you do not want you to be done” line of thought. Here is an explanation of the valuable principle behind the concept of Gebo. And what happens when it's forgotten. Principe - Gebo represents the essential principle of reciprocity, of balance. Any relationship, regardless of whether it is with a human, animal or Deity, has an underlying transaction, an exchange of energy. This energy can be represented in money, time, material goods, attention, recognition, wisdom or any other matter, physical or not. In some relationships, this is clearly acknowledged and agreed, as in the case of an employment contract. One party gives energy in the form of time, attention, actions and certain responsibilities. And the other party gives energy in the form of recognized currency. But in other relationships it is less framed, less demarcated. For example, in relations between man and (house) animal, between man and man, and between man and Deity. In a healthy relationship there is a certain balance in terms of energy. How this balance looks, of course, differs enormously, whether there is a right balance can only really be known by the parties directly involved. Very important to remember here is that different forms of energy per person can differ in value. For one, it is very valuable when you invite them to come by, for the other such an invitation feels more like a cost. To find out for yourself and for the other how these relationships work together is an important part of building a sustainable relationship. A component that will always remain in development. Man and (house) animal - People could not have built civilizations as we know them, without establishing relationships with other animals. Wolves/dogs that helped with hunting, cattle from which all kinds of valuable goods come, cats that hunt pests, all of them have been important in our march of “civilization”. But more than the other relationships mentioned here, the danger of imbalance is clear and visible worldwide in the relationship between humans and animals. The dog, once a valued and necessary partner. But the dog became increasingly dependent on man, and man independent of the dog. The dog lived and planted on to the whims of man, and could not bring anything against it. While man had more and more space for specialization and entertainment. The positions grew more and more unevenly, dogs that could never form packs, people who bred dogs based on fashion trends. And now there are “purebred dogs” whose brains don't fit inside their skull, dogs are raised to hyperaggressive fighters worldwide, and are thrown away elsewhere when they're not cute enough anymore. The dog has been devalued from living creature to utensils. And partly because of this, man has fallen from partner to, I can't say anything but monster and martyr. We pay in our empathic capacity, in our 'humanity'. (note, this is a simplified explanation for illustration and concerns humanity and rabies as general) For livestock money this problem much more. The relationship between the energy we put into our livestock is in no relation to what comes out. Animal feed is produced in huge quantities and feels less expensive for us (the environmental damage is not passed on unfortunately), the physical space per living creature has become much smaller, and production in meat, milk or eggs per animal has increased tremendously. But now we as (western) people have become dependent on this situation. In fact, we live on the pof. Building the 'cost' on. Global environmental damage, health problems, future pandemics. Gebo requires reckoning, not as punishment, but as a cause-effect. And interest rates are growing cumulatively. As a more positive example, the house cat (I focus here specifically on the fine part, problems around breed cats etc.. are like dogs a tearful reality). A house cat gets a safe home from birth to death, access to food and drink, attention and access to warm sunny spots. In return, they give us some release from mice, but above all something intangible and valuable. The presence of a living being? Entertainment? rest? I don't really have a good word for it.. But I think most of the better cat owners can agree that when the animal is away for a long time, there is a clear loss in the house. gods - Also in a relationship between man and Deity, such a balance is necessary. Only it is impossible for a man to comprehend what, how and who exactly is a Deity. Never expect anything from the Gods for nothing. But what gift or regift can reasonably be expected is inconvenient for an outsider to say. Both historical and modern, there is a variety of options to discover. A fraught term in this is “sacrifice”. Maar gods zijn geen fysieke wezens aan wie je iets makkelijk kan overhandigen. It takes some skill to make the difference between offering a sacrifice (physical or intangible) and simply throwing your gift into the void as pure waste. Start differently with undivided attention, as a kind of invitation or welcome gift. Call this prayer or meditation, the terminology is like the methodology for humans and no objective distinction. In the absence of a better word, “attention” seems to be widely appreciated. If the meditation/prayer is not directly for you, you can also give that attention in other ways. For example, by learning about the Deity in question, or by making or doing something that shows your appreciation for them. For example, a work of art or an article on the internet. Don't keep 'praying' if you feel like not receiving anything in return. Maar houd wel in je achterhoofd dat de gods geen mensen zijn. The simple feeling of being heard, or even more basic the feeling of having spoken can already be a regift. But perhaps when you learn to pay attention, you will notice that the influence of this Deity is gradually becoming more present in yourself and in your life. Maybe Freya teaches you to love and mourn, maybe Mijmer teaches you to be considered, maybe Wodan will teach you the ecstasy of anger, or Hoenir will teach you the power of silence. Or maybe the “gifts” come across as punishments. Help in discovering the necessary lessons and confrontations in your life for example. Unless you are lucky enough to employ a very devoted and gifted priest, you will have to and may experience this for yourself. And also discover the balance yourself. In this you may make mistakes, but those mistakes will never be without consequence. Do not forget the great wisdom of the Havamal: “Every gift requires a regift.” Gratitude and appreciation can already be good regivers, as long as it is truly sincere. And sincere appreciation you show again not only with a “thank you”. #Heidenisme #paganism #rune #spirituality #philosophy #bore #reciprocity #religie