Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 115
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.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 115
Now that I have taken the time to read my other story.
I am still clueless about how it is possible I totally forgot I wrote that, especially since it was a draft for this book.
A short draft, only 60-something chapters, but a draft that is very similar to what I have served up on this paper so far.
I mean I get it, I get why I only find it back now after all that I drafted is recreated without looking at the sketch, well, almost all.
Strangely enough, back then, I was already convinced that it would be the base for my bestseller, something I thought I heard in the shower.
And maybe I did, not that it matters, the shower connected the dots I was not seeing, it´s the startch that glued the seemingly separate life events together.
When I drafted this other write-up, I did not understand; I just listed my life and thought I was special. Although I don´t know if I ever thought of myself as special.
Different, different is more, how I see myself. Not as a star among squares, more like an octagon among circles.
I look normal, but I do not fit in, that kind of feeling. And it´s fine, I accepted that I have a different taste and another outlook on things. Not always easy, but it´s even harder trying to ignore it.
Trying to ignore me, which will automatically raise the question, who am I?
Who am I if I am not the messiah?
The draft reminded me of that question and the messiah.
Let´s stop calling him The Messiah, shall we? It´s such a heavily loaded term, and nothing good ever came from it.
Let me suggest a new phrasing: The Blue Turban.
When I wrote that draft, he...or she came back to me, right at the end. It was as if it took me the whole story to remember that they/them existed.
That Turban, now makes perfect sense, but when I was introduced to he/she/they/them, I did not understand. My life offered all the pieces I needed, all the fractals I mentioned so far.
What remained was to connect the dots, a thing I loved to do as a kid, but till now was unable to do with my life. I know, we all feel like that at some point in time, but do we all feel this urgency?
This push that will not let us rest, this squeeze of constant pressure in our stomach. The feeling that you are close, too close to stop now, and that for years on end.
Reading the story was strangely interesting. It tells about what I have recently written again, some parts can even be recycled when this book is edited.
Ohh, the games they play, I am only allowed to find out when everything has already been written, just like life, that you only realize what is important when it's already over. Still, I couldn't resist reading it all on a fresh spring morning.
It tells about Claudia, Cabilah, America, Voetjes, Mel, and even Deliah. Sometimes with more, sometimes with less detail, but even back then, I had an idea of who Sei is.
How she had found me as a little girl.
How we met, how she knew it had to happen.
I thought all that only came after the minor revelation in the shower. But no, I seem to have known already.
I knew the how, through her message. I knew the what, the refugio, and how it would protect the bloodline; I just missed the why, that which connected the dots.
To connect those dots, I needed that moment in the shower, to sit down and write so I would remember. Numico handed me the why?
That why is clear, to pave the way, and by doing so save the world.
Why Me?
What makes the right tool for the job? And consequently, who is this me?
That question has been haunting of lately, it´s been in the shadows lurking, jumping out at me frequently, and mainly in Spanish:
Quien Eres?
I keep hearing that phrase... and thanks to the other story, I was reminded, reminded of who I might be, of who I wanted to be.
The Baptist, John the Baptist, that's who I am, if I may believe my other story.
If I am truly John, he who paved the way, then that is a role I picked for myself.
An Avatar that would cover my task, but if I am not my job, if I am not my mistakes, then what if I am not even my mission?
If being John is my mission, Who Am I?
And Who Is This Darn Turban?
Next Chapter Coming in Two Days
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Personal Story With A Soundtrack - A New Adventure - Part 2
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