Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 143
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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 143
And there it was ....straight out of nowhere.
As if I were rewarded for making the next step, as soon as I turned the dream into a plan, it appeared.
Now it is staring me in the face, and it feels so obvious as if itยดs been there in front of me all the time. But like so many other things I should only learn when the time is now, it was hidden in the mists of Avalon.
I am clueless about how the book came into my possession, but it made a lasting impression. Which does not help at all when I try to explain why I did not see this sooner.
That magical mist that has hidden so many things from my view, even now, I can see beyond the veil.
They just upped their game, and as long as I am alive, I probably will not even get into their league.
Which is fine, it has its purpose, this time it's more about me recognizing the signals and being grateful for finding my way.
I made the plan and built the boat, and there I was sailing home. I was so happy to play the part of Odysseus for a bit, even if it was in my own mind.
He has been a hero since I was a kid. It was one of the few books my father read me, but I was in awe. Now, so many years later, I feel like my Hero.
I left the Netherlands in 2007, and if the plan plays out as planned, I will reach home in 2027.
Home, itยดs a funny concept.
I wanted to leave the house I grew up in at twelve, to find my own way in the world.
What have I really considered home?
I moved around so much, seven times before leaving the Netherlands, and eight times in the almost 18 years I lived in Spain.
Did I ever feel at home?
I might have as a kid, I am not sure.
Wherever I laid my hat, that was my home for so long.
Not anymore, I think yesterday provided me with several insights, or should I say gifts?
The first one, a place I could call home, and the feeling that I am heading home.
Creating a place I can call home, in a way that represents home to me, as home is a much larger concept than just four walls and a lease that you have to pay.
Home is where the magic is, a sanctuary, a place not violated by the intrusiveness of the world outside my window. No matter how much I love my apartment, it does not match my idea of home.
My home should shelter, and not just me, it should be a place where people feel protected, a refuge, a Refugio.
That is indeed the title that the place I probably would call home was carrying while it was still a dream.
A place of refuge, where those willing could be protected, sheltered from those who prefer a life of fear and greed.
I dropped that name here and there, and I know that in one of my first writings, I called it Refugio and added something with tears.
I never looked back, and that name did not stick; it became just The Refugio, and I did not give it any more thought.
Till lately, a little voice that understands Spanish pointed out that the name had something sad, and it took me a little while, but I did see what she meant.
Refuges just do not have that positive feeling, even if itยดs meant to be a place to find shelter.
I left it as that. The Refugio is still how I think of it, but it would indeed not be how I would want to market it.
How did I want to market it?
I did not even get to that.
There I was writing, seeing myself sailing, in charge of my one life for the very first time. And as with many good moments in my life, that idea went together with a song in my head.
And it might have started out with "Sailing" by Rod Stewart for the first thirty seconds, but the tune changed...and I was sailing, sailing home to Avalon.
That name was so simple, so simply lovely, it brought tears to my eyes, and I knew it was good.
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