Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 113
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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 113
If I examine my situation long enough using my Cosmic Sherlock Holmes magnifying glass, I think I know what partitioning has taken place.
Previously, I was almost obsessively looking for answers, for the story. Now, something has changed: I listen, I see, and I know that I write the story, and that I am the story.
Which, of course, has now gained an extra dimension since that message in the shower, because that story has to be written as well. That is a story, in a story, about the story, that started with me writing a story 15 years ago.
Do you still follow?
But I am now both the story and part of that story.
Darn, how a few vague sentences in a damp room can make things sound so complicated. While in reality it all makes sense, in some schizophrenic way at the least.
The thing is that the story has developed, and all the weirdness my life served me starts making sense.
With just that spark in the shower, I found inspiration to write and expose all you have seen so far. It is indeed as if I knew it all, already. This story feels so real, I can touch it.
I would not be surprised if story and reality will soon become intertwined... perhaps they already are, and always have been.
But now even more so, now that I see more clearly what I have to do, what is expected of me... The Refugio.
What a few years ago was nothing more than a smoldering coal got fanned by a television program, turned into a flame, and now burns more and more clearly.
And somewhere, this has been smoldering for a long time, but the moment was never there; is it there now?
Itยดs true that it might always have been there, behind the veils of my conscious mind.
The truth to be told, my eye has been drawn to slightly remote places for years, but I have never wondered why. Or maybe I just forgot.
Just as I have only now discovered that a story I wrote a couple of years ago was completely wiped from my memory. I guess I felt the push back then already.
And far away in shadowy recesses lay some memories. I knew that I had previously brought out some anecdotes. But not that I had already started this book without knowing where the road leads.
So let me go and eat my own dog food for a while to see if there is any reason that I only now find my virtual notes. Itยดs crazy as frogs, I just typed in Refugio because I remember coming up with its full name many moons ago.
So my hope was focused that whatever the story was that I abused to turn that floating thought into something more tangible would pop up. Although I had no expectations, my expectations were therefore surpassed when a whole 60+ chapter story appeared that I hardly remember writing, even when I see it.
Where was, or where is, my mind, right?
Stranger things have happened, but still....
Only now, diving into the notes I left myself, I see how long this idea has been brewing below my skull.
create the Refugio Flujo Interminable (which is probably a horrible translation of Safe Haven: The Never-Ending Flow).
A place that will be passed on from blood to blood, a piece of earth that is meant to teach those who will relieve the sufferings of the people.
And reading those notes ties back perfectly to that message I received very long ago.
That overwhelming feeling of anger that Martio picked up on, unable to see or pinpoint the origin, but intense enough to know that it was the reason.
It was the world Numico mentioned, the place I would be after turning to dust time after time. All the pieces have been lingering around for several lifetimes, waiting for the right moment to be rediscovered.
I must be losing my marbles, because do I really believe I cooked up a plan around 1200 years ago to contact myself to save the world by building a place called the Refugio?
Is this my ego, or my god complex, trying to make me feel special instead of just another monkey in second-hand clothes?
Next Chapter Coming in Two Days
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