Sometimes I just retreat from the World, hide myself in my "In between" and play in the wavelets on the beach. Stand on the top of the cliff overlooking the sea and HIDE. Always the Guides come and find me and remind me that even though it is nice to linger in the "In between" that the time moves swiftly here on the Earth Plane, and time once frittered can never come back again in the same way. There is a need to respect time here, for each moment is really a blessing, each day that comes to pass, will never quite again come the same way, and even when I hide I am truly only hiding from myself and frittering precious time away. Cassandra whispers to me of the Mermaid and I share it with you.
There once was a beautiful Mermaid, who lived deep under the waves, in the brilliant light of the depths of the blue, blue sea. She loved her family, her life, BUT she was dreadfully impatient at times with how everyone else took the time to do their work, play, and laugh. She impatiently pulled on her sibling and parents, "I wish you would Hurry UP! Come and do this, come here NOW" She drove everyone to laughter with her impatience. When asked to help with chores or things in the community and it was a large one, she flicked her hair and tail impatiently and said "I wish you would stop! I don't have TIME, I need to do this, this and this". Her Mother at times was dreadfully frustrated with her.
One day, a few of the younger Mer-people decided that they would travel to the edge of the abyss at the far corners of their home and be brave enough to peer into the depths and tell stories to each other of the olden creatures of times before. They crept away from their parents as young people do, daring each other, laughing and giggling all the way. The impatient Mermaid pulled on them, her brother included and dragged them. "I wish you would Hurry UP!! I want to see and I don't want to get in trouble". Laughing they pulled back on her and finally made it to the edge of the abyss. The darkness beckoned, pulled on them with long fingers, trying to draw them down into the abyss. They hung back, drawn but awed by the bottomless depths. With a flick of her hair and tail, the Mermaid flipped off the edge and into the darkness. "I wish you would Hurry UP!" she called behind her.
The others stood speechless. They could not believe she had been so reckless in her impatience to just plunge into the abyss. Her brother leaned to the edge and called her. Time passed and she did not appear. The others called and called. But still the impatient Mermaid did not appear. Her brother looked at the others and they all held hands and he leaned into the darkness. The silence rang around him in the darkness and he called and called but to no avail.
Solemnly, the trio swam quickly back to their families to tell of the impatient Mermaid. The mother wailed, and the father turned his eyes to the Abyss in the distance. "The sea will return her when a lesson has been learned". He turned his face away and the Mer-people disbursed back to their homes silently. Night fell and the Mermaid was not to be seen.
The sound was familiar but she could not place it, the surface beneath her felt familiar but heavy. She opened her eyes into brilliant light and moved awkwardly on the sand. As her eyes adjusted she could see she lay on sand, glistening and golden, tiny prisms of light. Why on earth did she feel so heavy. She moved her arms and pushed herself up to look around, her movements awkward and slow, heavy. Her hair hung around her in clumps not floating but hanging. She sat and looked. There in the far distance was the blue, blue sea. The familiar noise was of the wavelets caressing the beach far in the distance and the morning Sun warmed her skin. She flipped her tail sadly, for she was beached a long way from the sea, on glistening sand.
She did not remember how she got there, only when she had raced into the Abyss, it had felt like being grabbed by a giant hand and thrown, after that she didn't really remember, just swirling darkness. Impatiently, for it was her nature, she watched the sea in the distance. "Hurry UP!" she wished but TIME is governed by no mere mortal and the sun beat down relentlessly on the stranded Mermaid. Her shoulders pinked and dried as the morning Sun brightened into mid day heat, the sand grew hotter and her hair dried and curled. Her tail fins shrank from the heat and crisped, her scales tightened and groaned with the lack of water and the Mermaid cried. She wished and wished with all her might that the tides would change and the sea would rescue her, and the sun beat down relentlessly. She curled on her side to try to protect herself from the worst of the sun, and the minutes and seconds crawled. She thought of all the times, she had hurried others, not taken the time to enjoy, but raced from each thing as quickly as she could and she wished she had taken more time to enjoy things, she wished for the feel of the sea on her skin.
The afternoon Sun beat down on the Mermaid and the lesson was a harsh one. Large burns etched across her delicate skin, her scales curled and crisped, hair like dried seaweed, the beauty of the sea stripped from her by the golden flames of the Sun. She vowed to herself that she would value more, if she survived, every single moment that was afforded to her and she would never be impatient again. Time passed and slowly but surely the tide crept towards the damaged Mermaid, she longed for its gentle embrace to soothe her skin, her fins and her heart. The sea crept closer and with gentle fingers touched the Mermaid's tail fin, crept around her tail and sent gentle wavelets over her tender body. The Mermaid sobbed with the coolness of the sea on her inflamed skin. Gently the wavelets swirled around her and pulled her caressingly back to the depths of the sea.
If by chance, one day, should you ever be so lucky, look to the sea on twilight, for you will see on the horizon, the head and shoulders of the Mermaid watching the sun go down. She does this every night, the scars on her back obvious as she thanks the sun for setting for another day. She gives thanks for the time passing and each moment she is here to see another sunset.
Moral: You know we at times are incredibly impatient with ourselves, our lives. We do one of two things with our time. We either curse it for going so fast, or curse it for going so slow. We need to change how we look at our lives for time passes relentlessly, and our options are simpler than cursing it. We need to value very much the time we have, for moments pass and they cannot be returned to us, we need simply to make the most of every valuable moment for our time here is a short one. Make your moments memories to last an eternity.