In highschool, a secular school since I was an atheïst in my previous life I had always a Platonic relationship with the “girls”. Other guys were circling around them, I was there with my binoculars watching them from a distance. And why should Atlantis only be a paper story, expressed by Plato? Maybe my platonic relationships were part of a larger idea that included Atlantis. As Athena of Atlantis and Helena of Troy were presented as a kind of Femme Fatales. In real they were simply masks of each other and demonic entities.
I was the guy who watched girls from a distance. At the same time I was the guy who blew up a toilet bin, using fireworks. Then they kicked me off school. We had an older socialist history teacher who was teaching us the evolution thing. I was Platonic in love with Mariëlle. Our teacher tried to convince me that Mariëlle rooted from an ape or worse, a trilobite. I did not know what a trilobite was but it sounded bad. One day he was teaching about Egypt and those Pyramids. Then I showed him a book by Erich von Däniken. I remember the page that claimed to show ancient airplaines that were discovered in South America. According to my teacher they were decorations. Only through my Atlantis research I discovered a similar airplane on asteroid Vesta (PIA14705). Can you imagine? Of all the rocks and asteroids circling in the sky we sent a robot to Vesta and we discovered the same kind of airplane on it as the toy airplanes that were discovered in South America.
The other history teacher was more liberal and younger. Before lockdown I met with him again after all these years in a filmhouse when we were in a line up for a Jack London Movie, Martin Eden. I told him about my Atlantis book and about the Great Pyramid and the Exodus story. I told him that the Great Pyramid was in fact the “Migdol” in Exodus 14:1-2, as the Migdol in Genesis 11 was the Tower of Babel. So the Great Pyramid was pretty young and not older than 1499 years before the stoning of Stephanus, followed by a Jubel year. My former history teacher, now grown much older did not get it. He started to tell a story about a “second Dynasty” in Egypt that existed somewhere around 2000 to 1700 BC. Okay, this was a time span of 300 years while the Bible was very clearly about the true date of the Exodus on a Pesach.
I said, “I did my homework very welll.”
He said, “I doubt that.”
I said, “I spent almost five to six years on the subject.”
He said, “then you did something wrong.”
At that moment I learnt something new. I had been brainwashed all my life about evolution bullshit. Lucky I was that Marielle did not root from an ape or a trilobite. Imagine, all those lost years wil history lessons, teaching us about nonsense dynasties in Egypt. I suddenly knew that I was sure that I had discovered Atlantis and I was sure that the Bible was right and not Darwin. I told my teacher that the sphinx was Baal Tsaphon in Exodus 14.
“Baal who?” he asked. Lucky for us that Martin Eden had already begun.
There is a third related story to my history teacher. I wrote psychotic love letters to Mariëlle but she never answered them. First she was curious to me but then she avoided me. Finally she even changed classes due to my letters. I could only worship her from a distance. But one day I went to the history lesson. The door of our room was locked and no one was there. Our teacher had changed the program and had moved to another classroom. Everyone was there already except of me and… Mariëlle. She was also waiting in front of the door. I asked her what to do now.
She watched me for two seconds, smiled at me and said, “come…” A little miracle happened. Together we were walking through the whole school, trying to find the right classroom and avoiding to talk about the letters she had never answered. It was the only time I was together with her. My heart bursted with every step we made but I survived Mariëlle. Thanks to my socialist history teacher who had moved at the last moment to another classroom. Still I believe that my adoration for Marielle was a first or second step within a Platonic model that ended with my Atlantis research. My weird Anais Nin fetish seems to belong to the same category.