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 73
Valor, Spain
It feels like yesterday and another life at the same time.
What have I done?
I was a hit DJ and here in a village full of elderly people?
I was walking around with a son of just one-year-old, a son who had pushed in front and made sure that the feet would not be born for a while.Certainly not here.
This new life was hard.
I spoke probably 10 words Spanish among which Si, No, Creveza, and gracias.
I had no real job and only a few side hustles every now and then.
No friends, no family at least not mine, but I did have all the time for my son, my wife, and my first book.
Above the apartment we rented was a roof terrace with an attached space, unplastered, whose windows and doors were always open.
That was my man cave, which I shared with many but small bats, at least when I decided to write until dusk.
Never had I written a book before, I had several short stories. But the focus to write a book from beginning to end, never.
There was always plenty of distraction in all kinds of shapes and forms, but not anymore.
Daily I spent an hour or more behind the screen of a very old PC. It took me that whole first year, but eighteen months after arriving I was back in The Netherlands at a printshop holding the first four copies ever published.
The book was based on some guided meditations and some clues causing me to believe that I had almost certainly lived that life before... or at least parts of it.
Part of it, as listening to the words of the universe was still not my strong suit. Therefore it probably ended up as a mix of truths and fiction.
Not that it mattered, but I did not know that back then. I only recently realized that by writing it I opened the doors.
I thought I wrote the bestseller, the third and last wish on my list.
Little did I know that all the work was just the prologue to this book, that it never was intended to be a bestseller, but just a stepping stone.
The stepping stone for me to remember my world of that time, mixed and shaken up, admittedly. But it was an entrance, a lock that led to the memories that I had kept for myself. Meticulously hidden so that they would survive the birth.
In retrospect, things are often so clear, but at the time it was only my first book.
And to be honest, the first version was not really great. The feedback I got from some very critical readers underlined that.
Over the years I have rewritten it a bit and I am not ashamed of it. But it remains a stepping stone, for the current masterpiece. Because I am certain that the bestseller has already been written by yours truly.
Cabilah never made it to Spain I believe.
Little Feet, to a very limited extent, as she only popped up during those first few months.
Sei however held on longer, she had to.
Sei had a new apprentice, a guide who had never guided before. I was his first and he had to learn the trade very quickly.
As far as I understand it takes many years to obtain the license of guide after death, but in this case, there was urgency.
Slowly but surely Sei faded into the background and he took over, he was someone special, he was my grandfather.
How he managed that remains a mystery because this hardly ever happens, but there he was:
"Come sit on my lap boy."
The voice, the expression, and the idea that a thirty-year-old boy is going to sit on the lap of a young woman of 1 meter 49 betray enough.
Grandpa was the most human guide you could imagine and even asked for a drink the first time he was really there, and maybe the second time too because that's how he was.
He had been dead for about twenty-five human years now, Deliah had never known him. But if she played him as a role, she did it damn well.
My Grandpa made many things clear to me, he spoke less in riddles and explained...well hinted at things that were related to our bloodline.
Thanks to Grandpa I know that pushing in is something Libras like to do. Both his daughter (my mother) and my Son Kyrian-Elijah who was almost two years old when Grandpa showed up, had pulled that prank, and both are Libras.
The Voetjes and I fell victim to that.
I was planned as my grandfather's child....but such a pusher also took my place and so I was born from the womb of the pusher, actually very logical, right?
He also told me that our bloodline did indeed have a spiritual background, not religious. But something that, as far as I know, my mother was not even aware of.
Something mysterious, of which we kept the secret.
I did not get much more clarity.
Although he did know certain backgrounds from both my father and mother that made the idea that Deliah played this very unlikely.
Next Chapter Coming in Two Days
Post Related To Closing Book One and Opening Book Two
The Closure A Personal Story With A Soundtrack:
Personal Story With A Soundtrack - A New Adventure - Part 1
Personal Story With A Soundtrack - A New Adventure - Part 2
The Closure - Greatest Hits For A Never-Ending Story:
Greatest Hits From My Book "Beyond Doubt: Whispers of the Unseen"
The Closure - Alice in ArtWorkLand:
ALICE In AI ArtWorkLand - A Crazy Man´s Revelations
