Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 135
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓠𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻
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 135
Darn, that was quite a story I unravelled.
Many of its pieces have been floating around in my brain. Some for decades, others for years, and those who connected the dots only appeared recently.
It makes Mario´s vision make sense.
I think what Martio saw was mankind´s self-destruct button, and it scared him enough to warn me 1200 years later.
But why should I give a flying cockroach about that?
Does it matter what I think?
Do I have a choice?
Or am I, through this life and those that have gone before, basically being programmed to execute?
Sure I can ignore it and drown my sorrows in whiskey and meth, but why didn´t I already?
There were sufficient moments well suited for that in the past.
Right now, I am truly considering this to be real, and worse, I feel like taking this seriously.
Is it because it fills my emptiness with direction?
Because it turns idle wandering into a journey, like it did in the first book?
And what if I turn it upside down?
What would I be doing if I do not pick up this gauntlet handed to me over time?
What would I do with the third and possibly most important inning of my life?
Work away each day?
Building up fake security, a financial buffer to protect yourself from the uncomfortable gifts old age brings?
Where is the fun in that?
I am at a point where I have nothing left to prove and nothing to lose.
From here on out, I can wander into the great wide open and follow what some see as the heart's calling.
What better to do than something you enjoy doing?
On top of that, I have been chasing this dragon for ages.
My never-declining curiosity into what is incorrectly named the paranormal, because 'normal' seems to be exclusively reserved for things our eyes can register.
I am not sure what awoke it, but somehow it feels like it arose when I left the web of my family home. At times, I feel like something tried to cloak it from my sight, till then.
The only moment it sparked was that time, that book read by him.
Much later, I had this moment in which I could see that he mindfully planted the seeds where they would sprout.
After that teacher, Meester Pim, all was silent for all those years.
Even now, I can hear my mom asking; "Where do you get it from? It´s not something you learned here."
Never was there a word spoken about magic, alchemy, energy, anything that would spark my curiosity earlier, that would give me a headstart?
Why does it feel like these things were meant to be hidden?
And why?
Is that clean slate what caused me to be a believer of the skeptical kind?
Was it how I had to grow up, balanced, open to suggestion, but always with at least one foot on the ground?
Or was I meant to look the other way? Was it the magician's trick to not make me look, in order to never see beyond the veil?
Strange that the questions I have now, now that I think I understand the universe better, are more human than ever before.
For years, I have been looking for the answers to questions outside myself, and only recently, I am looking in.
Is that because I see?
Because the picture has gotten so much clearer?
I see why I should build the Refugio: humans are flawed by design.
The human mind needs help assimilating the leap in consciousness that was injected into it at Genesis.
Without guidance, it will prefer to imprison itself, as that means it does not have to look inside, but can keep running around like a headless chicken.
The path to enlightenment was not just knowing that the lessons lost are to be found on the inside.
The expulsion from Eden before, the mind was taught in what light to see its newfound knowledge, started an endless initiation.
This new knowledge could not be instantly understood.
Too vast, too paradoxical.
To see both “good” and “bad” is to suddenly bear the weight of suffering, consequence, shame, pride, and choice. That bite awakens the intellect, but wounds the soul.
And so a journey of lifetimes began.
A journey of integration.
Because knowing good and evil is not the same as understanding them.
At first, the mind reacts with extremes: self-righteousness, guilt, revenge, denial.
Humanity oscillates wildly between moral poles, creating systems—religions, empires, revolutions—to try to make sense of this split perception. But understanding eludes us.
Over thousands of years, through art, suffering, reflection, and compassion, some begin to mature.
The human psyche slowly learns that “good” and “bad” are not always absolute, that they are contextual, that they are part of the same fabric.
Few are starting to see that true wisdom is not to reject one and cling to the other, but to hold both in awareness—to act with discernment, not judgment.
Only then is the fruit and all its knowledge fully digested.
Only then do we become truly human: beings who feel the full spectrum of the cosmos within themselves and still choose balance, mercy, and love.
We are left breadcrumbs, and sometimes candles. The way is visible and some that reached the end of the road are now turning back.
They will come to take the hands of those groping in the dark, and ask them if they would like help finding their way.
That is why I am asked to build it, so they can come.
It must be this; it was I who chose to start as an empty piece of paper, uncontaminated by faith, belief, or religion. To find my way wandering through darkness.
I found my truth, and now, I am walking back to build a place where I can help others find their unspoilt truth.
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