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 83
In the car, the words hadn't quite sunk in yet. Although I knew I had to be very careful.
I didn't realize yet that someone had just broken her oath somewhat by telling me what was happening in the room next to mine. Or what she was what she was trying to tell me.
"She doesn't want to continue with me," I say as lightly as possible.
I hear the silence, "Why not, what did you do?"
Here we go again, I think.
"Nothing, she feels that it's better for us if we're not in the same office. I think she means that we might talk less freely, or feel less safe to speak freely."
Again that silence, the calm before the storm, "What does that bitch know, she just finished school. Didn't you explain that with my illness, this is a very good solution for both of us?"
"I said that too, but she kept insisting that she thought it was no good to continue. Not even when I indicated that I found it very pleasant and really didn't see any problem."
"Why would she?" The anger was clear, although I didn't really understand why.
At home, Deliah called the clinic, it didn't help. The two ladies had clearly agreed that this didn't work, and so I was without a psychologist.
I was alone again, even the guides had disappeared.
My thoughts went back to that evening.
How did I know?
I don't even remember.
I do remember my surprise as I thought I knew all the guides by now.
Not this one.
I could see it in the movement, and the facial expression. It is so strange that they take those characteristics with them when they enter a body.
My original guides had long ago been replaced.
Sei lasted longer even though it was only occasionally. From all of them, she was the hardest to distinguish as well. She had the least clear expression as if she was the most practiced in taking over.
I often had to look three times before a smile betrayed her. Who was it that described her? That told me Sei looked like a dark oriental version of the high priestess mixed with the sensuality of the biblical Tamar and the first signs of her gray hair becoming visible.
I missed her words and had no need to communicate with this new entity. I was done with it, it was clear to me that I was not capable of being a good man and father.
I was no man to my wife, I had become her caregiver. The connection was broken, her luscious curves still inspired lust but my stomach could not stand the idea of intimacy.
Nor was I a father to my son, that is what she said, I don't dispute, I never really had a father myself and I didn't want to be a strict father to my son either. I always felt like he was my baby brother.
I felt like a protector, someone you can go on an adventure with and who will always have your back in times of need.
That was what I wanted to be for him, if that's not a father, fine.
I let go of my resistance and studied the entity. Based on questions answered by a headshake and what you might call intuition I quickly figured it out.
It was Deliah's dead dog, Raven. A dog that she especially attributed an old soul to.
I had hardly known him, but my son did bear his name. My son had names for all the elements and Raven stood for air.
Raven did not speak, he sat on the bed in the minimally lit room and indicated with hand gestures that I should get a pen and paper.
Then he drew that winding road, with a much shorter road next to it consisting of a few dots.
He looked at me with those big brown labrador eyes, he pointed at me. His eyes went back to the paper, his finger followed the long road.
Then he looks up at me again, he points at me first and then moves his finger from left to right to say "not you."
After years of encounters I had gained some skill in understanding the language guides speak, and I translated:
"Not me, I am not on that road? I am walking beside that road? I am walking beside the road I should be walking?"
The eyes were not quite happy puppy dogs, but the wistful joy she radiated was very heartfelt. Raven had been given a seemingly impossible task to make something clear to me.
Without words he had managed to get the message across to me, relief followed and then I saw him leave.
Raven was the last guide who would ever come to me through Deliah.
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