Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 161

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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 161

Dear Reader, the word on the street is that we have no clue where we are going.

That life is what happens while you are planning life.

That it will never follow the path you planned for yourself.

The truth is, you can plan you. You can make changes to yourself, not to life.

Those changes that you are able to make, will determine what life´s plan for you will be. Therefore plan who you want to be, so you are not depending on life to give you it´s leftovers.

Bodyless, I jump, stretching my energy forward as hard as I can to support her, so we can push back together.
When our energies meet, I feel the force it creates, how it neutralizes the darkness that was trying to overthrow the balance.

I feel peace, but only for a second, because we both get sucked into a dark void, a place where no light exists, a long tunnel.

Endlessly long it seems, because when I come out on the other side, I do not remember what I did before. Who I was before, where I came from.

But there is cold, and white light, and I feel lost and lonely, and so I cry.

Then I distance myself from the cry, and I see blood staining a crying baby.

The fast-forward button is pushed once again from my perspective, all I see is the baby, a toddler, me at 5 years old, me at 13 years old, me on a stage in front of thousands of people, me in the dark jail below the courtroom, and then Bella turning into Sei while I am on top of her.

Mist, and from the mist rises Avalon, but definitely not the British version. But the gate says "Welcome on Avalon" and it opens.

The path curves gently before me, lined with river stones that ground me with each step.

Children’s laughter drifts through the air, not chaotic, but musical, free.
Birds call from the canopy above, and I catch the soft hum of bees drifting lazily through herb gardens. The whole place feels like a long exhale, and I find myself breathing deeper, as though the land is inviting me to let go.

The moment I pass through the gate, the air shifts. It´s quieter, denser, infused with the scent of earth after rain, lavender, and wild honey.

The outside world fades behind me, muffled and distant, as though Avalon exists in a pocket of its own time.

I take in the way the sanctuary unfolds: not with rigid order, but with organic grace.

Gardens spiral into tiny meadows, meditation huts nestle within groves, and slender water channels catch the sunlight like silver veins weaving the whole together.

At Avalon’s heart lies the space for the wonderkind, children radiant with brilliance, sensitivity, and raw creative fire. It is both playground and temple.

I pass glass-domed conservatories alive with plants from across the globe, where the children learn directly from nature’s intelligence. Well, with a little guidance from my favorite witches. Nature has so much magic that it just needs a magician's touch to inspire generations.

I pass by open-air studios scattered with paint, clay, and instruments, spaces untouched by the weight of grades or tests.

In the willow groves, hammocks and alcoves offer quiet nooks where a child can slip into a book, a dream, or simple stillness. I smile when I remember that I made sure they were big enough for adults as well.

The atmosphere is reverent, but never strict; curiosity is not a distraction but a compass.

Around the sanctuary, the spaces for parents flow in harmony, not apart but interwoven.

Little lodges and tiny houses seem to vibrate, almost dancing by the sweet tingling of wind chimes and the distant pulse of a hand drum.

Each evening, fire circles gather us together, parents sharing stories, chants, and long moments of star-filled silence.

Parenting here is not control but healing, so that guidance comes not as command, but as presence.

The stillness of Avalon is palpable, but never empty. It hums with potential, like the pause before a song begins. I feel my heartbeat slow, the knots of thought and tension quietly unspooling.

As I walk further in, Avalon does not feel like a place I built, but a place that built itself through me. I see the wonder shining in the children’s eyes, the serenity in the parents’ faces, and the living harmony between human hands and wild nature.

It is not perfection.
There are tears, conflicts, and nights of doubt. Yet the land holds it all gently, and the community weaves it back into meaning. Avalon is not only a sanctuary, it is a mirror of what humanity could be, if only we chose presence over noise, growth over conflict, and wonder over fear.

There stands an older man, right in front of what I know will one day be Camelot. His clothes seem ancient, sandals worn, all covered with a baked-in layer of dust.

In a single motion, we stand face to face. All I see are his eyes. I remember those eyes; I have seen them many times.

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