Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 174

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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 174

Dear Reader,how do you know anything for sure?

If you say "I am sure," how sure are you really? 98% more, less, how can you be sure of anything?

The mind plays with perception, whatever you think comes from a million previous experiences, and the mind puzzles them together while you keep breathing.

Is there any solid truth out there? That we need to pay taxes, need to breathe, will die one day?

Even those widely accepted truths are no certainty, and you can come up with several scenarios in which they would no longer apply.

The first morning, I woke with a restless thrum in my chest, as if Avalon itself was just waiting for me to step out and claim it. Last night we looked at the sea together. Bella loves the sea, but I prefer mountains. Must be the lack of those growing up in the flat Netherlands.

Standing there in that rocky bay, it felt like I was so close, as if the real adventure had just started. As if all my life has been leading up to this. It felt so cliché, because of course, all our lives are leading up to the next moment.

Now driving down winding roads with pines blurring past, the sea flashing silver between branches every now and then, I feel like a kid who can´t wait. I press my forehead against the glass, scanning every hill, every clearing, half certain the vision I’d carried so long would appear suddenly, whole and waiting.

The first plot we stop looks fairly small from the car as it´s fitted between old stone walls, wildflowers tangled in the cracks, a bit further a shack slouching into itself.

I climb through the rubble, boots crunching, my heart rushing ahead of me. I expect to see the place where tiny wooden houses will grow after every step. I stop, breathe, and wait for that sharp jolt of recognition I’d imagined so many times.

Day after day, we search. Bellaluz’s sweet old car guides us along dusty tracks thick with the scent of pine resin. One hillside tears at me with thorns, another opens wide to the sea, fishing boats scattered on the horizon like crumbs.

Each place, I walk as though reading Braille with my feet, touching stones, kneeling to test the soil between my fingers. I whisper Avalon’s name in silence, waiting for the ground to hum beneath me. Then laughing at my own actions, as I should know that the hum never comes.

By the third afternoon, we pull into another forgotten path, the engine coughing into stillness. I step out, inhale deeply, eyes sweeping the clearing. More stones, more brush, more silence. The sea glints far off, but here—nothing answers. Nothing stirs that hidden memory inside me.

I lean against the hood, arms crossed. Bella doesn’t ask what I’m thinking. She can see it on my face. I expect Avalon to leap from the land into my blood, to shake me with certainty. Instead, I stand there watching the light die in the ridges, wondering if Avalon is still out there hiding from me, or if the truth is harder, that I will have to build it myself, even without recognition.

Never did I expect this part to be so confusing. How do you really know what you are looking for? What needs to be there and what can be created?
I walk the plot slowly, through scrub and broken stone, but my mind is already sketching over what isn’t here.

I picture tall pines crowding together, their needles softening the sunlight into a green hush, a natural canopy sheltering the people and buildings below. Here, the light is naked, too open, the sun hitting my skin without mercy.

I imagine a kind of seclusion, hidden from the world the way a pearl hides inside the oyster. But I hear the faint hum of a road, see rooftops scattered too close, the horizon too exposed. There is no secret here, no silence I can sink into.

I close my eyes and let my mind wander. Am I asking too much? Expecting too much?

Maybe the Avalon I see in my mind is stitched together from longing, not vision. A fantasy more than a place. I want calm, and shelter, and hiddenness, maybe those are all illusions, things that can never exist together as perfectly as I imagine them.

I rub the dust between my fingers, staring at the empty clearing, and for a moment I wonder if I am chasing ghosts. Maybe Avalon does not exist at all, and it is waiting to be created.
I let myself drop on my butt, pull up my knees, and stare over the land

Again, the song plays...Let it Go, Let it Go....Go...Go....Go, and then in the background, a whisper, "Tap into your faith, boy." I put my hand on the dusty surface, feel a needle stick into the palm of my hand, and I press my hand down harder. It hurts a little. I squint, my mind clears; I know it when you see it.

The silence presses in, broken only by Bellaluz’s footsteps circling the edge of the land. My chest feels caught between two truths. My vision might be guiding me toward something real, but there is still the other sense that it might just be my imagination, running wild, chasing a perfection the earth itself can never promise.

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