Beyond Doubt: Whispers of the Unseen - Chapter 40

Welcome to my seemingly endless journey.
A trip that will take you to places I might have visited many moons ago.
It´s a tale that came back to me when I meditated on one of my past lives. A life I told you about in my unbelievable true story.

As promised in that story I will now share this story with you.

Chapter 40

We both look at him.
"I don't know how long ago, but it came in a dream, a dream with a lot of fire. The fire made big impression. So Big I almost forget about that image. But now that I see it, I recognize it. It is the symbol from the dream.”

“Then it probably came to me in a dream too,” says Numico. “Quite possible,” I reply and take the parchment out of my pocket.

Rech shows little interest and declares that he cannot read.
Numico studies the parchment for a long time. “I am not familiar with this scripture, but a few things are becoming clear to me. The beautiful ornate letters indicate that this is a document with an important message. The large number of characters indicates that it is not a simple message."

"The writer did not write it all at once, the colors of the ink differ and the way of writing also changes regularly. Sometimes he writes calmly and sometimes very hurriedly. Which makes me think he is traveling, probably keeping a record. By the grace of the signs it could be a report for a higher-ranking person. As I said these signs mean nothing to me, but look at the top left here. Here at the second short line from above."

He points his finger at a sign. It is a semicircle, it is closed and the round side is the bottom. In the middle of the curve, a stripe runs down and ends in a black dot.

Rech and I look at the sign, then look back at Numico, shrugging.
“Don't you see? Take a good look,” but we both fail to answer him.

Then he takes the emblem and places it on the parchment. How stupid I feel, it's the flower and the pearl. How could I have missed that?

I take the items and hide them in my clothes, as soon as I am done we continue walking. The surroundings grow greener, hills rise more and more on the horizon, and lush flowers meander through the landscape in a range of colors.

This is quite a contrast to the dry barren plains we traverse before reaching the forest where we meet Rech. My eyes relentlessly take in the surroundings. Her beauty, her opulence. A romantic feeling emerges within me, in the village I had feelings of lust, but I never felt the need for intimacy or romance.

I warned the women who sought my attention in advance that my intentions were physical. This meant that I had only spent the night with a woman once in my life. A night with very little sleep.

Now I have another need, the urge to share this beautiful green oasis with someone who, like me, can experience this as a piece of beauty that you rarely come across. The tall green grass caresses my feet through the openings of my sandals.

To my left, a huge white rosebush grows, towering above me and its oldest thorns can be used as nails. Her flowers are so brilliantly white that they reflect the sunlight, the yellow pistils like a pearl surrounded by white velvet. I have to stop here for a moment. Numico and Rechmana also seem to be impressed by the beautiful spectacle that is going on around us. Rech hasn't been as relaxed as he is here amidst the beauty since the start of his journey.

“This country is happy,” says Rech. “Her nutrition is powerful, the climate soft and humid. I have never seen nature so full of life and energy.” The trees we pass seem to vibrate. They radiate a certain peace and strength to us. Strength, which they also literally radiate through their robust trunks and wide-branched crowns full of leaves.

“We have to thank them,” says Numico and walks up to one of the trees, wrapping his arms around it and muttering a few words. Unintelligible to us, since we are meters away from him. Rechmana immediately follows suit. After embracing the tree, he sits with his back against it. He closes his eyes, his lips move, but no sound escapes.

A little hesitantly, I follow their example, this is something I do when I know no one is around. I would never take this unusual action if there were people around me. Afraid that people will think me strange, that the position I hold will be damaged. That something like that will undermine the trust people have in me.

Now it would be weirder not to participate. When I embrace the trunk and feel the coarse bark against my cheek and forearms, I know that this is quite normal. That love doesn't have to be just for people.

The tranquility that this ancient tree possesses now flows through me, I yawn. When I turn around I see Numico, who immediately presses his finger to his lips and points to where Rechmana is sitting.

"He is asleep," a soft snore confirms this. Calmly I walk towards Numico. It is getting close to noon and this place is so nice that we can stop a little earlier and spend our break here.

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