Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 149
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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 149
This has been a while. I would almost ask Chat, "What does a normal human do if he or she wants to go out nowadays?"
But I am sure it would say: "They call their friends, or no, maybe text them."
The few friends I have are far away, so I need to come up with something that is slightly easier to execute.
Two hours later, I am still sitting here swiping. I fell back on dating apps, although my previous experience many years ago was short and not so sweet.
You have to start somewhere, and my friend at work kept asking me to work one day in the office every now and then. I have not been to the office in two years, and I like it like that.
Really, it's such a waste of time, just like these applications, but I guess after eighteen months of locking myself into my little bubble, I need to break free.
The reflecting is completed.
This book will be completed soon.
I need to mingle with normal humans, to find my tribe, my Wonderkind.
Letยดs see if I can come up with my manifesto and include my tribe. It might make it easier to find what I am looking for, even though I have never seen it.
Because I am done looking at all these pictures, and thinking if they could be a possible match. It might help to first know what my match could look like.
And then I do not mean only on the outside, that part I have perfectly clear after all these years, but what would a Wonderkind match be like?
Would a bit of creational magic be helpful in this seemingly impossible mission?
My Wonderkind Match
She sleeps in linen. She dreams not of escaping her life, but of living it more wildly.
She wakes when her body is ready, not when alarms demand.
Light filters softly through curtains. The air smells of rain, rosemary, and fresh bread.
There is no rush, not in here, nor in Avalon.
Here, time is fluent, something to befriend.
She wanders barefoot to the garden.
Tomatoes warm from the sun, figs ripe and bursting.
She eats what calls to her, with fingers, laughter, and pleasure, not guilt. Food here is worship, not punishment.
Her appetite is not shameful. It is evidence of aliveness.
She writes.
She sings.
Or paints.
Or does nothing and watches bees disappear into lavender.
She needs to be able to do nothing, so she can teach me that art.
She reads books. She takes a stroll passed groves that remember more than she does.
She speaks little, but when she does, it is kind and fierce and slow.
She lets her light and joy take up space, like her body does, full, unapologetic, real.
She is not trying to be desirable.
She is trying to be devoted to her own truth, her own rhythm, her own delicious becoming.
Evening comes in deep blue and woodsmoke.
They light candles, share soup, and pass bread.
She laughs hard, and the belly that shakes is blessed, not cursed.
Yes, she sounds like my kind of Wonderkind, but I wonder if a girl like that exists, and if she does, if she would ever cross my path.
How would she find Avalon, where themists cleanse the past and paths that lead inward?
Avalon: a quiet revolution, a place of reflection, and realignment.
Where we welcome all wanderkind:
those arriving breathless from the world,
those searching for meaning,
those simply called to stillness.
Avalon is not an escape.
It is a return.
To center, to sacredness, to self.
Here, we honor cycles over speed.
We make room for mystery and believe that healing is neither linear nor loud.
Avalon is not here to fix you, only to hold the space while you remember who youโve always been.
We practice sovereignty with softness.
community without demand,
presence without performance.
We believe in stew that cooks slow,
questions that simmer,
and voices that rise when theyโre ready.
Avalon is sacred ground, even when it's messy.
Avalon is shared space, even when you need solitude.
Avalon is home, even if itโs just for a while.
Avalon welcomes all Wonderkind.
And I would welcome her, anytime, if only she would hear the call.
But these girls I have been staring at all night do not seem to hear. Not one of them calls out to me like Avalon does.
I put away my phone, get up, and go to bed.
Next Chapter Coming in Two Days
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Very pleasant to read with that poetic style that gives more brilliance to the story. We'll see what the next chapters bring
Thanks for sharing your story with us.
Excellent day.
Thanks, it was a poetic chapter so its really Nice to see your comment. Thanks !PIMP