Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 154

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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝔂 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.

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Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 154

Dear Reader, how I love that certain things you find early in life only make sense later in life.

Especially if you are not waiting on them to happen, but you forget all about them until life triggers that long lost memory.

The other option is certainly not a favorite, I just don´t have the patience to wait for what I was told would happen.

*I already struggle now, waiting just a bit longer before Avalon opens its gates for me. *

That is a moment I can almost smell, near future, but how happy I am, I forgot or was made to forget so many things I was told twenty years ago.

Guess I could have seen this coming since the first date, although it did not estrange me back then.
That first date should have been awkward, uncomfortable. Instead, I was able to have her for the longest and most pleasurable ride of my life.

She wasn't loud, but she definitely was coming, and coming, and coming.

The increasing wetness between her thighs was proof enough that this was real, although the look on her face had given that away as well, now, as a man, you never know how good an actress one has sitting on top. But she would have gotten an Oscar.

Out of breath, I pulled her head close to mine, her third eye against mine, forceful but kind, like America had shown me.

I told her about a regression mediation I had done to try and see parts of previous lives. She listened and then replied, "I was burned as a witch."

For the first time in many years, I remembered the name of the little French village where I had lived. Pommeréval. Was this the same life where I was Monsieur La Clé and saved many witches from the flames....?

Was she one of the few I could not save back then? Monsieur La Clé, did not come from a meditation; I was told about him.
My life as him, it was the nickname of a nobelman with good connections to the court and the Coven.

How the holy grail does this connect to what happened?

It felt like nothing I had ever witnessed, and I am not the most inexperienced monkey out there, but this was as if we had done this many times before and with an intent I had never experienced with my current body.

Somehow, that did not feel right when I wanted to connect it to the Witchhunts, as part of me told me that we had never been physical in that life, but it was the only explanation I could come up with.

Then a glimpse of our hands touching while she is dragged away, and I am just standing there, helpless, unable to do anything, as it would blow my cover.

Hanging in the arms of the men who drag her away, she turns her head towards me. That look, those eyes, I remember that I knew those eyes.

Again, something clicks; this was what they meant with that "You already know," and a hint of my meditation journal.

I get it from the drawer and start reading, "Your gift will come soon." The date above the page was five weeks ago.

Was she my gift?

Of course she was, but what was this?

This was the result of two days, or rather two dates. This was plain weird, but one thing felt certain:

We must have met before.
We must have loved before.

It scared me. I never meant to be a nuisance in her life, just a spiritual and physical connection, no commitments of any kind.

This was not what I expected, not for the least, but clearly we had unfinished business, and curiosity obliged me to figure out what the hell was going on.

She came again that next Thursday, and she came over and over again.
It was hard to believe, but it felt even better than the first time.

We talked, we fucked, we talked some more with our naked bodies intertwined. Lying in bed with this woman, completely at peace with the world.

How is this possible?
Who was she?

I never felt like this before.

I was sure that some of my partners were acquaintances from lives gone by.

Maybe I had been fooling myself with that idea. What if deep down I knew this moment, right here, right now, had been planned before I even set foot on Earth?

And because of knowing that I have been filling that idea with other entities I met along the way?
It might be a self-fulfilling prophecy, but from all I witnessed, I do believe we are meant to meet again, don´t know how, don´t know when.

Then ou.t of nowhere, YouTube presents me with a video on your Twin Flame, your mirror soul. Now I know about twin spirits, but what the hell is a twin flame?

"I wish I had never asked," goes through my mind three videos later.

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