Ga jij echt zelfmoord plegen?

Ga jij echt zelfmoord plegen?

Lieve vriendin,

Jij en ik,

Wij begrijpen elkaar.

We staan vaak voor mekaar klaar.

We dragen beiden hetzelfde leed

omwille van de destructie dat een ziekelijk brein ons aandeed.

Mag ik jou wel een vriendin noemen?

Eigenlijk ken ik je helemaal niet.

Ik ken enkel je verschrikkelijke verdriet.

Het leed dat je al sinds 2001 met je meedraagt

en al jarenlang in het openbaar over klaagt.

Het lijkt niet logisch voor ‘de man in de straat’.

Zijn die verschrikkelijke dingen wel echt of enkel wat aandachttrekkend gepraat?

Kan het wel dat een slachtoffer letterlijk alles verliest

en zowel politie, consulent, als rechter de kant van de dader verkiest?

Is het logisch dat een dader overal mee wegraakt

en zijn slachtoffer letterlijk de gevangenis inpraat?

Geen enkele instantie heeft enig idee

wat dit voor sporen en trauma’s achterlaat.

Enkel de dader is hier tevreden mee.

Jij gaat zelfmoord plegen,

zo diep zit de pijn.

Wat zal de dader hier blij mee zijn.

Weet je dan niet meer dat dit net is wat zo’n ziek brein wil?

Een prooi vernielen tot het uitgeput is,

de wereld met vragen achterlaat,

omdat het niet langer kan leven met de doorstane wrok en haat.

Ben je vergeten dat een narcist of psychopaat

graag diepe wonden slaat.

Zich voedt met jouw energie en angst.

tot hij slaagt in dat wat hij zoekt,

zijn grote vangst.

Jouw leven,

dat is het doel waar zulke mannen naar streven.

Ga je hem echt zijn zin geven?

Ik ben mij al aan jou beginnen hechten.

Wil je aub nog wat verder vechten?

Het ene moment belandde je tegen de muren,

de andere dag zag je alle tegels van de vloeren.

Ik weet dat je het niet langer aankan dat ze  jou naar de slachtbank voeren.

Het heeft geen zin boos te zijn op elke instantie die een pathologische leugenaar niet herkent.

Je behaalt meer door te laten zien wat een fantastische vrouw jij zelf bent.

Je bereikt niks door te blijven zagen

of de corruptie binnen deze ziekelijke wereld aan te klagen.

Je zocht de juiste woorden,

maar vond ze niet.

Daarom schreef ik voor je op

wat je zelf niet meer inziet.

Ik denk dat je beter deze brief publiceert

dan de hatelijke woorden die in je hart gegrift staan

omdat elke instantie jouw noodkreten negeert.

Met liefde, warmte en tederheid kan je wonderen bereiken.

Zet je kwaadheid opzij,

het zal je verrijken.

Ik hoop dat dit niet de laatste brief is die je leest.

Maar het begin van een nieuw leven.

Niet daarboven, hoog in de hemel.

Maar hier op aarde

waar ook voor jou vroeg of laat de zon weer gaat schijnen.

Liefs

Mieke

Tekst : Mieke Van Liefde

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Who was I in a past life?
#reincarnation Hello! I am Edward of the Knight. I am very optimistic in character and when people at the KRO asked people to participate in the Regression Therapy program at Louis De Bie, I thought why not? But I have to admit that I didn't believe in having a past life at all. I was thinking, either do you fantasize under a session or it's a form of telepathy. You then, as a ghost somewhere in the Universe, pick up memories of someone else's life. From the Akasha storage area of the Universe maybe. Because that's what I believed in. Also that we each have a soul and we belong to a whole created by the Creator, the source of energy from which everything came into being. But now I have to admit that I am not sure what to think about it. Because the images that I received during my Regression Therapy under the direction of Dr Louis De Bie turned out to be very true. To see if it was right, what I just shook up my sleeve during the session, which lasted about an hour, we went to the area in France. To Normandy. In Tourvolle sur Arques in the countryside stands the Miromesnil castle. Under trance, I told, with great conviction, that I had worked there as a gardener in 1753. Just a little while 250 years ago! The memories that came to me were very vivid. I saw myself planting flowers, weeding among the many vegetables in the vegetable garden, cropping the grass with a scythe, etc. Life as a gardener there, I remembered, was very satisfying. I was living in a house on the right side of the castle with my wife and 2 children. A young and a girl. We all had a loving existence. With the lord of the castle, who appreciated my work, I also had a friendly contact earlier. By the way, it was a man with a good character. He occasionally gave the children some toys and they were also invited to the castle. There they were treated to tasty things and they were even allowed to play hide and seek in the castle. I don't remember him having a wife. My wife at the time did work as a cook in the kitchen. A large window overlooked the flowers and the vegetable garden. You only had to take a few steps outside to bring in crispy fresh vegetables in the kitchen. The visit with Derek Bolt, who helped lead the search in the right direction, was very exciting for me. Because you know, I still thought I made it all up. Under trance, it is difficult to determine for yourself whether your thoughts are true or fantasy. But when we entered Miromesnil through a door between a high wall, I immediately knew how to walk along the trail from the castle to the house. I knew exactly. The house is located to the right of the castle with the back facing the vegetable garden. I remembered that I could pass by a garden lodge from the house to the garden. So the front door of the house was on the other side. I knew we had a big room and two bedrooms. One for the parents and one for the children. Today, family of the current owner of the castle Nathalie Milotet lives in. We got a tour of the cottage in which I had enjoyed many happy days in the past. We were also invited by the current owner. The castle is partly inhabited by her. But part of it is now a museum. On a brown writing table there lies the will of the then lord of the castle, where I was a gardener. It describes in French that after his death, the gardener received an annuity of 200 pounds for the rest of his life. When we asked the woman if this was a lot, she replied that you could make a good living at that time and then the lord of the castle really carried his gardener in the heart So that's how I remembered him. We also went to visit the city of Rouen itself. Because I had told during the session that I would occasionally go to a blacksmith in the city to have my gear sharpened or to buy something new. The blacksmith was also a good friend of mine at the time and I was allowed to stay with him. Because of course everything happened with cart and horse back then and if you had to go on foot, it took hours before you got to Rouen from the countryside. I remembered exactly how I had to go a straight road towards Cathedral to see the blacksmith. In the century at that time, all blacksmiths lived together on the same street. They were competitors of each other. In the meantime, the street had changed its name. That's what a local historian told us. Instead of Rue Standre de la Porte aux Fevres, she is now called Rue aux Ours. I had also remembered an inside of a church. After going to see the cathedral inside, this turned out not to be the right church from which I had seen images. It was Eglise StOuen. She looked just like I described under the session. A beautiful stained stained glass Rosette above the entrance to the Church. A dark brown very tall pulpit, a tube organ behind the altar. It knocked like a bus. I also remembered my own passing in this session and saw my then wife, my daughter with her husband and twin children and my son standing around my bed. I was at peace with it at the time because I had a lung disease and I was refraining from it a lot. I was also thankful on my deathbed for the life I had suffered It was a satisfactorily peaceful existence with the pleasure of seeing the plants bloom and growing. Which I really enjoyed back then. I had no enemies and some close friends and a very lovable wife. And real fun kids. I would like to draw storage again for this life. My current life is really hectic. But that's also because I love music a lot, I put myself forward as a DJ. Together with a good friend, I also work out music concepts. In addition, I also work in an advertising agency. You also have to save your household, and I live apart from my soul friend. So a completely different life. From what I experienced, I picked up a lesson: “Take it slow down now and then, Edward, I think. W myant, all that hectic stuff is really not necessary. But yes it will also be the present zeitgeist, isn't it? I do slow myself down a bit more these days.
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