Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 121

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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 121

Dear Reader, sometimes it might feel like there is no point.

No point to what you are doing, no point to the story I am telling.

On that first point, that is absolutely correct! Nah, just kidding, even if you don´t see it in the bigger scheme of things, you actually might make sense.

Then that second point? When do I come to the point? When will all the dots I have been showing you make sense?

Will it make sense, do you still feel the faith that I am weaving the story you will remember for more than one lifetime? Or do you worry it will fizzle out like a bad movie?

These moments of clarity, they are such little miracles. They are as if you know something special is going to happen, and then, it does.

Let me explain: There I was pondering on the eternal question that has been bugging me for a few weeks now. I felt this little spark of sense, as if something awoke, and I remembered.

I remembered how I was the Hanged Man. Right at that moment, I saw two cards with my third eye.

I got up to make a coffee, while doing so, there was this urgency, this sense of pressure to return to my keyboard and figure it out.

It´s not the first time I feel a spark like that. These last years, it´s become a familiar feeling. I have come to think of that feeling as my Sherlock Of The Universe being on the right track.

Hastily, I made my coffee and added too little sugar.
I sat down, created the images you saw in the previous chapter in full faith, even though I had not yet figured out what they meant.

That took a bit longer, but when I connected the dots and found the meaning, this whole feeling I had prior to figuring it out with my conscious mind made sense once again.

The conscious leap of the mystic, the artist, the survivor. Who surrendered his old self to see beyond, and is ready to return to the world, not broken, but renewed.

The mystic, the wizard behind the curtain, the father of the Messiah, the one who sees beyond the veil and knows how to interpret it. Who has found the inner calm, the faith, that no matter how crazy things might sound, he sees it in a perspective from which it all looks perfectly normal.

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Do I believe what it all? All of it? At All?

Wholemindedly? Of course not.

I am still human, I question everything.
Scepticism to the Max.

But I do feel, I do finally feel this sense of inner peace, as if I made sense from nonsense.
I do feel it when I connect the dots that are the key to solving the secrets of the universe.

But am I the reverse fool?

Yes, even though it is another label, the reversed fool is pretty unique; it tells my story, my journey, my future, but is it me?

Is it who I am?

A very wise woman once told me;

Start with your biggest wish as a hint to who you truly are....
My biggest wish?

Peace.

That is a bit of an odd thing...
Who Am I; Peace.

At least in human concepts, it is not a standard answer, it might be a fool's answer. Or it might be the first step in discovering who I am.

At least it did do something; it made me remember.

It triggered the thought: Why would I be peace?
And then it made me remember that dream I had lifetimes ago.

That place where I could feel, could hear, but not see.

The anger, the hatred, the unrest in so many, truly so many. I felt more souls than I had ever met in that life. I was engulfed by them, surrounded with their darkness and despair.

In that light, peace all of a sudden made more sense, a lot more.

Or maybe something finally broke in my upstairs, and I can start packing for that one-way trip to the mental ward, but I think not.

The secret to not going mad is similar to not getting a hangover. It´s all about knowing when to quit, or at least pause and park that longing feeling somewhere out of sight.

I have never been so close to understanding who I am as I am now, The reversed fool does a wonderful job of describing what I am, where I came from, and how my future might be.

That sense of seeing myself fully and stripped of everything but the basics is not who I am, but adding peace to the what, where, and how might make me The Who.

I am the Reversed Fool paving the way to bring back the balance, restore peace.

I guess the answer, I am Peace, makes sense to the guides, but to a human mind, I think the framework, the comprehension of the complete self, is just as important as the core answer.

If you strip it all away, I am peace, bringer of light, paver of the way for hope to walk in someday.

The vessel I used can be labeled as the reversed fool, explaining what made me, where the paver of the peace road comes from. The Reversed Fool is my Lore.