Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 160
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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 160
I continued, and it took me time to see the three ladies as separate identities, knowing that they all have the same spirit.
Many memories and feelings surfaced that did not relate to Bella, but to those whom I met before. She embodies those, but she has no active memory of the experiences.
They might be hidden, but they never surfaced. It makes seeing her in the right perspective a little challenging at times, but she has their features.
The wisdom and the calm of the priestess.
The lust and love for all the good things in life, which my young wife displayed.
Seeing Bella brings back things I have not thought about in lifetimes, and on top of that, Bella has this way of extorting answers that take a thousand words with a single question.
Her mind works at a very different level than mine, very complementary, and therefore triggering thoughts I would have run past if she did not point them out along our way.
Itยดs been a couple of months now, but I still have a hard time grasping that this is real. It is for me, I see all the writing on the wall, in my journal, and communicated by the voices in my head.
At the same time, I need to accept that she is her own person, and so am I. That we both carry the scars of being human, that we both have been bent and shaped by the life we were made to lead.
Part of me knows her as this beautiful, bodyless soul, free from any human wounds. Untouched by time, as if she has always existed in some quiet, eternal place.
When I sense that part of her, it is like catching a glimpse of light before dawn, fragile, ungraspable, but undeniably real.
She carries no weight of the past, no scars of choices made too early, no burden of proving herself to anyone.
In that presence, I remember fragments of what it is to be whole, to trust without fear, to belong, to be.
Not now, not here, not this time.
We chose to immerse ourselves in this earthly madness once again.
There is a positive; something tells me that we have never been as prepared as we are now.
That we chose this final destination for both the mission and the joy.
That we would work hard to complete what needs to be completed, while allowing ourselves all the pleasures this life can offer.
We did not go back to suffer, even though having a body means there is always some suffering involved. But our lives of suffering are far behind us.
Images of her being led away, and me unable to stop it, soon make room for the cold end of winter near the top of the volcano, when the whole tribe would be starving, waiting for spring to replenish our now non-existent stocks.
This time, we've chosen to come into a life where we're not persecuted and where we never have to feel hungry. Where we can be abundant and free, a small reward after a very long journey.
There is a new journey, because she now also hears The Call of Avalon. We are called to the same place, but not for the same reason.
Our tasks are very distinct, but Avalon has become our mission. I can not seem to grasp the full picture, but where I pave the road and build the foundation, she is the face of Avalon.
She is what binds people, the reflection they want to see in themselves, the image of a modern High Priestess, mother of the coven.
Not a Wicca High Priestess, nor one that is linked to any single deity. But a High Priestess in the broadest sense.
She will teach all on earth, like she did in heaven. She taught America, de Voetjes, me, and many others. She teaches all who are willing to listen, as her teachings come from the white, from love, and will allow that energy to spread.
Happily, I watch images with my third eye of Bella radiating light when she was teaching the universe. When she talked, it was silent; her words opened up minds, and those minds opened up endless possibilities.
Then all goes fast forward, and I can hardly follow the movements.
All I see are her eyes, how they went from light to dark. No, that is not it. The darkness is surrounding her; the class does not see it, but I do, and she does.
The beautiful light energy she was sending out to the universe is being blocked; it's pushing against a barrier of darkness.
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