Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 139
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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 139
Oh my, I keep ending up going down that spiritual road to get to where I physically want to go, donยดt I?
Then again, does this road that is paved below my feet allow for anything else?
Can I tread it with my dirty sneakers, made in a Vietnamese sweatshop? Thinking that life is all about survival of the fittest and that when I die, there will be nothing but dust and darkness?
Of course I can, although I prefer barefoot. And I think I am. For years, my focus has been on the material world, and rightly so.
I needed to establish myself, get back on my feet, find my true way in the world.
Because I lost myself along the way, but I picked myself up, twisted my leg so I could kick myself in the butt and got going.
At that time, I was clueless as to where that road would lead. I did not even ask, I just started putting one foot in front of the other, and kept going for years.
Itยดs so strange looking back at those days and seeing that I was without a compass. That I had no direction but to keep going.
Life was actually pretty good. I enjoyed my relationship, my inflatable Jacuzzi, having beer and tapas on a Friday night after a week of work.
My plans were simple: build a better life, one step at a time. It was all about the physical, the material world, about what to eat, and how to pay the bills.
It did feel like I was going somewhere; I was going up in the world. Not in a big way, but making progress.
Except for my meditations, I did not connect back to the spiritual path that I had previously walked. My own magical yellow brick road, I did not meet a tin man or a lion...
But I sure met some strange fellows along the way. And just like Dorothy, they were a big part of my journey, but now one thing was certain. I was back in plain old Kansas, and life was good.
Then....
Life happened.
Because life does not like it when you think itยดs all good. It loves you to work hard, finding your way.
It threw the famous curveball and made me go into the outfield. Far into the outfield, and all of a sudden, I was not in Kansas anymore.
The curveball I could have seen coming for a while; the seeds were planted a long time ago. They just did not sprout, till I ran out of the field of everyday life and started asking: "Where am I, where should I be going?"
And the voices in my head did not say, "Follow the yellow brick road."
Instead, they inspired me to write this book. Which, in essence, is kinda of the same but a lot more useful to them as finding a yellow brick road in Southern Andalusia is a challenge.
Also, I think, even if I had walked that yellow brick road to Santiago de Compostela, I might have found another side of me...but would it have allowed me to go where I am now?
Writing my story so far has not been therapy; it has also been a revelation. I have taken myself by the hand, and it has provided me with so many insights.
It opened so many doors previously closed, perceptions that were a faint shadow became bright as day. While at the same time, these moments of hyper focus brought me the lessons Sei had been sending for what seems an eternity.
That is probably why I keep going off the beaten path so often. There are so many lessons I have to learn after years of solely living in the physical world.
I can balance it in real life, sort of. But when writing it down, it gets the upper hand, but on the other hand. Who would actually care about how I am working a job that, in the end, nobody cares about, to make the money needed for the down payment?
How I am spending a sweaty summer trying to get my mindset fixed, so I can tap into the abundance of the cosmos and not rely fully on the work I am doing in the material world.
Hmmm, now that would actually be interesting to read about, and it seems that, even if I just took my first steps on my way to abundance, I am already able to pick some low-hanging fruit along the way.
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