Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 162
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 162
I zoom out and see Martio, my Martio. The protagonist of my book but older, definitely not yet dying, but older than I like to remember him.
He slowly raises his hand, spreads his fingers, and puts the bony part where the wrist ends and the hand begins against my third eye.
"Thank you for listening to you, and building the Garden. I love what you've done with it. I secretly hoped that I would have had more influence, see more of the valley, but that was foolish. We did well."
"You know that I could only hear, not see, because the images were too far from my reality, but now we can see. Look!"
I see nothing but darkness, and then there is a screaming machine, a burning spectacle that never seems to rest.
Yet, I do not see it, I sense it.
When I focus, I notice that in the air there is this constant noise; my energy is invaded by an endless churn of feeds, debates, avatars, and glowing illusions stacked upon illusions.
Then the darkness is lifted, and I see.
My eyes hurt at first as every corner pulses with distraction, every possible silence is quickly filled with flashing colors and synthetic voices that tell people what to want, what to feel, what to fight against.
Filled before it could come into existence.
The worst part is that it is not chaos, it is not war. It is docility dressed as freedom.
People no longer need chains or bars; they willingly clasp the manacles of instant gratification around their own wrists.
They scroll, they swipe, they surrender, believing themselves sovereign because they can choose between ten thousand empty options, all crafted by the same hand.
Polarization is the great theater of this world. Entire populations are split into neat halves, taught to rage against each other as though the battle matters, as though their voices aren’t already bent into the same chorus of obedience.
Anger has become a narcotic, and infusions are invented to strengthen the emotions that are distilled from the rage.
Outrage, became a commodity. And while they claw at each other’s shadows, the machine feeds them, makes them even hungrier for more, while it seamlessly establishes its growing control.
It is a game of control so subtle it feels like play. Compete for points, likes, and followers.
Chase the illusion of victory while slipping deeper into dependency. The cage is hidden beneath the neon glow of entertainment.
And the ease of it all, the terrifying ease, an entire species falls willingly into submission, when wonder is traded for spectacle and silence for noise, the scales tip.
I literally see the earthly balance becoming unhinged, and when it breaks, the universe’s balance will do too.
The human spirit no longer rises, no longer reaches toward the infinite. It folds inward, trapped in its own mirrors.
The human world, the growth place of souls....
It´s slowing down.
And I hear a distant rumble as if mountains are collapsing into the sea, while I see the universe itself as it shudders at this imbalance.
For every soul is meant to wrestle with its freedom, to rise through trial, to stumble toward meaning. But here, in this machine world, the trial has been swallowed, the meaning replaced by hollow pleasure.
The great cosmic rhythm stutters, as one more world slowly loses its pulse.
It´s a mix of familiar and unfamiliar, but by the looks of it, this can not be too distant from my now.
Too many similarities that have not yet evolved.
For Martio, this must have been incomprehensible, but my eyes can make sense of it all, of the noise, and of all this anger.
The anger and rage are generated through the machines.
It´s easy to understand how status is idolized, and envy is inserted in all who watch the screens.
It´s easy for the me from the now, for one who was alive in the age when it was normal to be glued to a phone.
But we evolved even further, now it feels like there is nothing but screens.
All true human connection is removed, and all Dharma (Sanskrit: the path/law of one’s true nature) has been drained from those who allowed themselves to be lost.
They can not be blamed; they are guided by the world around them, which is created to be irresistible.
As long as they are not shown the alternative souls will hide in the dark corners of empty shells, hoping one day to be released, but aware that the addiction feed is easily overpowering the not-wakened mind.
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