Stories: De kleine zeemeermin

Stories: De kleine zeemeermin

De kleine zeemeermin zat woest op het pleintje in haar tuintje. Zij had het opgeleukt met spullen uit zee. Sommige kwamen van scheepswrakken, andere waren in zee gekwakt.
Er stond een standbeeld van een knul, biervaten, kisten en een kajuitbed uit walnoothout.
In de kisten bewaarde zij prullaria van plastic, wasknijpers, haarkammetjes, injectiespuitjes en pincetten. Een kapot anker, dat nu meer op een haak leek, lag er ook. Geschikt om de tandemfiets op zijn plaats te houden. Oude munten zoals  euro’s had zij ook.

Zij voelde zich flink op haar staart getrapt. Binnenkort werd zij 15 en kon naar het zeeoppervlak. Zij had zich daar op verheugd, maar het feest ging niet door. Zij moest de sirene uithangen op Loreleis rots. Woest sloeg zij met haar staart. Een paar honderd jaar schepen laten zinken zag zij niet zitten. Zij bekeek haar schatten en streelde de fiets.

Onder een rif woonde de zeeheks. Zij was de machtigste, alwetend en hield zich afzijdig. Onvrede en hebzucht werkte op haar zenuwen. Samen met haar huisdieren leidde zij een harmonieus leven.
De zeemeermin had van haar gehoord en zwom binnen. Heks verander mij in een mens, beval zij, ik wil op eigen benen staan.
Dat is niet niks, antwoordde de heks. Daarvoor moet jouw staart doorgesneden worden, je lijdt helse pijn en moet je stem inleveren. Een zeemeermin die het uitgilt van pijn is dodelijk.
De zeemeermin haalde haar schouders op. Het maakte haar niet uit zolang zij maar van die verdomde staart af was. Mensen lijden nu eenmaal. Als lopen zeer doet neem ik de fiets of zo’n elektrisch vervoermiddel van A naar B, dacht zij.
Zeker weten, vroeg de heks, denk goed na. De zeemeermin keek haar hooghartig aan. Als prinses beveel ik jou mij benen te geven, zei zij, neem wat nodig is.
Goed, zei de heks, maar weet jouw pad en vind oprechte liefde. Lukt dit niet breekt je hart en word jij zeeschuim. Anders wacht jou een mensenleven vol pijn.

Vlak bij het strand nam de meermin het drankje. Dit is mijn vrije wil en mijn weloverwogen keuze, waren haar laatste woorden voor haar stem verdween. Een hevige pijn maakte dat zij in katzwijm viel.

Toen zij bij kwam lag zij op bed. Naast haar stond een hond die naar een bromvlieg hapte.
Eindelijk wakker, zei een vrouw. Kleed je aan dan gaan we eten. Max vond je. Er spoelt al jaren niemand meer aan.
Voorzichtig ging de zeemeermin zitten en kleedde zich aan. Bij elke beweging sneden er duizenden messen door haar. Na een ovenheerlijke bloemkoolschotel met gehakt gegeten te hebben en voor het eerst een afwasborstel gebruikt te hebben, strompelde zij naar buiten. Zwarte wolken verschenen en een zware depressie overviel haar. Zij besefte dat niemand van haar zou houden als zij niet de schijn ophield. Langzaam liep zij de zee in en de pijn verdween toen zij in schuim veranderde. 

Afbeelding: Anna Currey/Mijn mooiste sprookjesboek. Verteld door Mary Hoffman. Het verhaal is oersaai en langdradig. Jeske Nelissen heeft het vertaald.


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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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