Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 125
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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 125
I always got by, scraping, dealing, it was always just enough.
I borrowed money from my brother when I was a kid, and grew up with the pressure that there was enough to get by, if nothing happened.
I worked hard, and played hard, and never felt the need to have anything. I preferred to have debt; that way, I knew that when I died, I got the most out of life.
I did not see any need to have money, because I never had money. And when I did, it would soon flow away from me. No need to hold on to it, as it was just a means to make life more pleasant.
Until something changed, or rather, so many things changed.
I decided that I wanted to be in control of spending, and not have spending control me. At the same time, I dusted off that first novel and started rewriting it, I guess I was finally taking ownership of my life.
Something I never had, my life till then was like a roll of the dice and me... I was a lucky player as the dice favored me a bit more than they should.
Taking ownership is probably just a part of growing up, letting go of my Peter Pan and only keeping his shadow in a drawer.
It became a game, and I was winning, little by little; there was more and more. Smart purchasing and investments that did well were to thank for that.
The real world changes collided with the lessons I had been taught about abundance, and how you only need to ask for it, open yourself up for, think yourself worthy of it.
Eight years ago, I was at that 25K, but unfortunately, they were all negative, and yes, itยดs all gone now.
What else is gone is the pressure, the never-ending worry of ...what if?
Because I was there when the car broke down, while living in the middle of nowhere.
Or there when my boy got an ear infection and we needed to extend our holiday in Italy by 10 days without a budget.
That pressure of never having enough left, and in return, I got the rest of having abundance.
Of knowing that when the shit would hit the fan, all I needed to do is clean it up, or pay someone to do it for me.
That spiritual part of the mindset slowly started coming back to me, although the lessons did not make sense yet, the effects were too small for the human mind, which is always looking for instant gratification.
Sitting here looking forward, I tell myself to twist my neck and look back.
Itยดs been eight years, a tenth of a lifetime (if you are (un)lucky), everything changed, and it feels as if everything changed at once.
While living it, it all seemed to go so slow, now it feels like a single fart and here I am.
It is like this whole journey was planned from the start, from the day I moved to Spain,
That move was to let go of the old ways, to learn how it is to have nothing to fall back on.
To reinvent myself from scratch.
It was a time during which I learned so many magical lessons, but I, the young apprentice, was not able to practice any of them. All I could do was listen, learn, and be patient.
After rebuilding my life from scratch, I needed to rebuild myself.
I needed to be broken down into pieces, look at rubble that once was me, and then pick up the pieces I needed, and those I wanted, to lay the foundation of who I am today.
All these phases were just a plan to grow the new model me, the version able to combine human experience, with the lessons I was taught, and the mindset I brought from that other place.
I was all over the place for so many years, but during this last phase, it felt like pieces connected, finally.
Things I knew but could never seem to fit into my being fell into place. The more pieces I fitted into the puzzle that is me, the more I was able to see.
Part of me always knew there was some sort of mission, and maybe my mission is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
One, that now I am nearer to my buddy Death, feels more urgent.
If that were someone's thought, I get you.
Even though for me it's the reverse, there is no urgency anymore.
Everything used to be an urgency: getting the house clean, the kid on the school bus, working overtime to pay the latest bills.
All that pressure, and why?
What did it bring?
Like Elvis, Urgency has left the building.
Next Chapter Coming in Two Days
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