Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 167

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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 167

Dear Reader, the world did it, and it did it on purpose.

The world did not want this story to end, and so it delayed my life.

I am not sure if it was to slow me down in general, or to figure out how I will connect the dots before "The End."

What I do know, my friend The End, is near. And you and I will meet him together, Dear Reader.

A few more steps, and a bit more patience, and as with every end....it´s only a new beginning.

I felt jagged. Misaligned. My stomach flipped again as if my bones and consciousness had missed each other by a fraction. My breath is there but shallow, uneven, like the air refuses to fill my lungs completely.

Nothing felt solid. The bed was bent in strange ways, the walls leaning too close.

Thoughts coming in feverish shards.
Where am I? Who am I? What was that?

And in the distance I hear that Sunday Girl cover of the Pixies song....Where is my mind?

I couldn’t tell what the dream and the waking are. I raise my hand to wipe the sweat of my face, but these are not my hands; they are strange, too long, too pale.

I pressed them against my chest, desperate to feel real, but they trembled as though someone else were moving them.

Chattering teeth while my mind claws at the edges of certainty.
This is my life. This is my body. This is my room. I keep repeating those words, a mantra against the undertow.

What if I hadn’t come back right? What if I had slid into a reality one layer off from my own?

The sickness deepened. It wasn’t just nausea, it was a displacement, as if my soul was running wild. It rattled against my ribs, not yet fused with the flesh.

I could hear whispers, echoes from the place I´d been, voices pulling at the seams of his mind. And in the background, the song kept playing...."Where is my mind...."

I curled in on myself, rocking slightly, the way a child does when the world feels too big.
Every breath feels borrowed.

What if my body is here, but part of my essence trapped elsewhere, groping in the dark, hungry to reconnect to a home it wasn’t sure existed anymore?

I passed out, but when I woke, the new day brought a different torment. Time staggered. Hours passed in broken increments, sometimes rushing, sometimes dragging.

I keep glancing into mirrors, hoping for reassurance, but the reflection only deepens my unease. My face, so familiar yet wrong, as if it is painted on my skull slightly off-angle.

I hardly sleep. Every time I close my eyes, there is this pull again, as though I might slip loose entirely if I would let go.

Day and night blur together, I am exhausted. When I move, it feels clumsy, each gesture half a beat behind intention.

I have bumped into the doorframe of the toilet several times, fumbling with objects, totally unable to ground my movements.

Bella is a babe, she is taking care of me in every way she knows how. Bringing food and drinks, making the bed. Asking me if I feel better.

The answer is a standard, "I don´t know."
My mind seems to be a bit more in control, but constantly clawing for logic, for certainty.

What if I never came back all the way? What if I left some piece of myself behind?

"Let me help you, let me try to do a session with the Hebrew pendulum. Would you let me do that for you at least?"

Luzbella is looking uber serious, and she has been so sweet that I can not deny her request. Even though I am still fighting with my internal unrest, constantly.

"I might not be able to fully relax, but please go ahead."

She puts on the glove and fastens the code she created specifically for this event. I close my eyes and feel nothing. All I hear are the famous three ticks when she cleans the dirty energy from the pendulum.

Muscles twitch or tremble. I can not make sense of the feeling. My jaw stretches as far as it can from yawning, and they keep coming. I am yawning harder and harder.

There is a shift when I wake up, a minor softening. The nausea dulled a bit.

My breathing less rigid, and my chest feels slightly more loosened. I take a few deep breaths and notice the shadows that still linger at the edge of vision, and warped sounds, like echoes in a tunnel.

Where was I?
It all looked real, felt real, and the look on Luzbella her face certainly was real. But this was all cocked up by my mind; it made me live my book. What would make sense now that the end is near, and I am still searching for a universe to tell me how it is going to end.

Did the universe hijack my mind, or was it little old me, myself, and I, and I just forgot to tell myself about it?

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