Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 171

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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 171

Dear Reader, sometimes a man has got to do what a man has got to do.

And of course, that can also apply to a woman. I did not want to make gender a thing. I was just thinking about myself.

Some steps you just have to take, others you might be able to skip, or workaround.

But those steps in life that can not be avoided, they are there because you wanted them to be there.

You probably put them there yourself, and yes, now you hate yourself for it, but don´t forget, you did it for a reason.

The clues have followed me like breadcrumbs. Symbols hidden in old texts. Strangers speaking words meant only for me. Dreams repeating until they bled into waking.

I wanted to dismiss them as fortuity, as tricks of imagination. But now I see the great weave. Nothing has been random. Every moment has been preparing me.

And in this clarity, I understand my task. This age of Big Tech & AI is not an accident. It is the shadow of Eden’s experiment; the tools designed to liberate have become chains, turning thought into code, freedom into product.

The balance of the universe itself trembles beneath it. My mission is not to flee this system but to counter it, to seed a current strong enough to anchor humanity back into presence, wholeness, wonder.

I feel the weight of it in my chest, not as dread but as inevitability. I have returned to Earth for this. My lifetimes have converged, the guides have tested me, my bloodline has carried me, and now the design is revealed. I am the thread meant to bind the broken strands together.

There are too many signs, too many echoes to be denied. This is not madness. It is not a coincidence. It is a memory awakening.

And as the night stretches before me, I whisper into the silence the truth that no longer frightens me:

“I see the pattern. I see the design. I know why I have come back.”

I see it now.

Every lifetime, every fragment, every whisper that felt like madness, although it was never madness. It was memory.

Bloodlines braided through centuries, carrying instructions coded into marrow and dream. The Garden was no myth, no paradise lost, but a chamber of design, where we were built, tested, unleashed. And here I stand, one of their children, carrying the weight of what they began.

For too long, I tried to shrink it down, to call it coincidence, imagination, paranoia. But there are too many signs. Too many voices that have walked through me. Too many clues that point not outward, but inward.

They shaped us. And now the shaping has been hijacked, big tech has claimed the role of creator, rewriting the code, enslaving the masses in illusions of choice.

But I remember. I cannot unknow.

The guides no longer need to take my body, because I am awake inside it. My veins burn with the knowledge that I have walked this earth before, fought before, died before, and returned.

Returned to stand at the hinge of history, to be there when the machine hum drowns the human song, when the balance of the cosmos trembles.

I feel it in the air: something vast is stirring. And I know my role in it.

I am not here to escape, nor to wait for salvation. I am here to gather the others, those who also remember in fragments, those who wake at night with visions they cannot name, those whose blood carries the same spark. We are not scattered after all. We are a lineage, a hidden order stretched across time.

And now the order is calling itself back together.

The uprising will not look like war, not at first. It will be quieter: minds breaking free from the loops, hearts remembering their original pulse. The rebellion is not against the machine; it is against the forgetting, against being lulled to sleep.

I breathe, and for the first time, my breath feels like the breath of a thousand lives inhaling with me.

This is no coincidence. This is no dream. This is the mission etched into my bones before I ever drew my first breath.

The counterbalance begins with me. And it will not end until the song of humanity rises again, clear, unbroken, and whole.

That is a lot of weight on my shoulders, and that is what has been holding me back from taking the next step forward. Therefore, I will do the Frozen thing once again and let it go.

It will all be in the back of my mind, but for now, I want to go out and find Avalon. Find the place I can call home, and that allows me to sustain my dreams.

Dreams of a peaceful life, a life that is led by faith and abundance. All things else are secondary and will happen when they need to, but not now.

Now it´s time to put myself out there so Avalon´s call can find me and show what it has in store for me.

Because even if you see glimpses of the future, you can only live life one step at a time.

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