Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 110
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Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 110
Itยดs hard to see these moments in life as a win instead of a loss, but we win.
We might not know, and it sure as hell does not feel like it, but itยดs part of the gauntlet we signed up for.
The prize is that beautiful experience you shared with another person, a memory only Mr. Alzheimer can take away temporarily.
Then the road opens up again and stretches wide ahead of you. Nobody else is behind the wheel of life than you, because this is our journey.
A journey that we start and end alone, and no matter who we let into our car during the ride of a lifetime, it remains our journey. We have places to go and people to meet. But the memory remains....
So often life made me take a turn or a detour that I really did not see coming, and often did not want to take. But the road ahead has a mind of its own, and all I can do is keep my hands on the wheel, keep driving.
One day, I will drive into a sunset that is more beautiful than the ones I have seen before, and I understand that this is why I had to keep driving.
For now, it was more sun than sunsets that I worried about. The Spanish summer is straight ahead, and contrary to those who do not live in Spain, for us itยดs the worst time of year.
Although this year it would be a little better, as in two weeks, better. This summer I will go to the Netherlands for two weeks, and it will be my last week with Yallenix.
She will not fly back to Spain, but move into her new life in her beloved Zeeland.
My feelings are still mixed, but one thing I do have clear.
How awesome that we, after all we shared, could go our separate ways as life intended, without any toxicity.
I am meditating more, trying to find my road and to do some real soul searching.
One image comes back frequently: solitude.
After all these crazy years, there was a need to be alone.
It scares me a little as I remember how, back in the day,s I hated to be alone.
As soon as one door closed, I would go out in search of the one. I was out every night until I found that next potential candidate for being the one.
I remember how I, back when Deliah and I were struggling through our last month, was already on the prowl.
That feeling, that drive I used to have.
That need to find the one... or the next one... it was still there like a shadow.
At the same time, I felt no, not this time.
This time I need to be by myself, which is very different from being alone.
As I sit down again and open my draft of the second novel, I am surprised. Where does this all come from? Again, the story comes to me. In shreds during my meditations, and sometimes in waves when I write the draft, like now.
I can see the images, I know where I am going. I am clueless about what lies ahead in the next chapter, but short term my hands find the words.
Martio is travelling alone, just like me. He has a message, just like I do. He is trying to make sense of it all, how familiar.
My life in the now flows back into the writing of my life then, unconsciously, but the timing is eerily coincidental.
The strong feeling that this is not just fiction, a tale that sprouted from thick layers of fantasy built up during years of overthinking, sometimes creeps up on me.
Part one had many characters who probably came from my childhood movies, Labyrinth, and The NeverEnding Story.
That last one a book so real it takes you there, and then it comes back to you in the real world.... damn that also sounds familiar.
A book that comes to hunt you in real life...when you are taking a shower, for instance.
Those two messages, can I open up my mind enough to believe that they can be real? Is there a connection between the life of Martio and mine?
I know that first book did come after some regressional meditations, but can Martio really extend his mission into this life?
The last few years had been reasonably normal, but now that I am to be alone again, the madness is back, with a vengeance, it seems.
Next Chapter Coming in Two Days
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