The Invisible Whisper
Room Without Door

Not remembering their names leaves a sour taste. I know that wisdom is often acquired during times of solitude and learning to be alone. But the task of the teacher is also to inform those who do not know.

I haven't put any of this into my duties in the last few months. I feel like an unworthy successor to Lord Enoch. My Egoku has really prevented me from succeeding Master Teacher Enokh. Even during the last years that often left her lying in her hut, she knew better what was happening in the village than the gossipy women in the small river of the launderers.

When he was visited, his listening skills were so good that he could understand the layers unknown to the narrator in the message.

In this way he remained aware of everything that was happening in the village. This allowed him to provide advice that would not only benefit those seeking help but also have a positive impact on many people in the village in the long run.

I arrived at the boulder and leaned between the tall reeds while thinking about how I could become like him. The rock felt ice-cold, but the sun was already shining down on the valley, so the temperature would soon rise.

The soothing sound of running water immediately brought a pleasant vibe, helping me distance myself from the things that had occupied me for the past few months. Lately, I've been losing my balance and staring blindly at things that don't provide relief.

I remember a lesson from the past: For those who are lost, there is only one right path. The road leading to the top. As soon as you climb to the top of the trees, you will find the answers you are looking for.

I was lost looking at the map for hours and nowhere because I was constantly putting myself in the middle of the map.

After that little epiphany, my conscious mind began to fade. The prism dancing on the glass floor provides a kaleidoscope view of a million rainbow flakes. As the images formed a little more, I found myself in a crystal portal, filled with brilliant colors. In the middle was a creature sitting in a lotus position.

Still partially blinded by the light from the prism, it took me some time to reduce her form to that of a young girl. His hand stroked the golden strings of the harp, his tone filling the room with supernatural warmth. I approached her and tried to catch a glimpse of her face. But without moving she turned around along with every step I took. Whatever movement I made was just her long hair and slightly curved back that remained visible.

A sense of recognition creeped into me but didn't make me recognize it. The glare and reflection in this mysterious space made me unable to focus on my past. I can only experience this moment, disconnected from any memories.

I recognize that voice. Not as it sounds now, but those memories resurfaced, memories that came from the bottom of my heart the darkest. I was finally able to connect the dots and find out who this sound belonged to, while the cracks on the crystal wall grew bigger and scarier. Then like a volcanic eruption, my head was flooded with memories of my sister.

Gasping for breath, I found myself back on the rock, surrounded by misty rippling water, with a beating heart racing at my temple and his voice still ringing in my ears. The memories that were so vivid a few seconds ago evaporated so quickly that before I opened my eyes everything had disappeared. Only memories of what remains.

Completely confused, I tried to regulate my breathing and force myself to calm down. The spiritual experience was so intense that I was still trembling. I took my time and finally regained my peace.

I slowly realized what had just happened to me. I descended into my beautiful yet most hidden soul space. That's where I keep my sister, a room with no doors, no keys. Which still hasn't been opened, because he's still alive there, because I kept him there. That room I would never enter of my own accord because the memories of the love I felt for her were too painful.

Then tears flowed from my eyes and flowed down my cheeks. Once again the memories came to the surface, but this time in a conscious state. I had to let them in, the resistance was futile. Like a wave hitting the beach, the memory strikes my heart again. The sadness that went with it tore my soul apart. I feel torn. I have never shed a tear for his death, but now those tears cannot be stopped.

I don't know how long I sat there, but I was cold and stiff as my tears dried up. Once again I took a deep breath, the sadness was already screaming. His smile turned somewhat sad, yet certain. I remember her as a little girl dancing in the river. I watched him from the water's edge, seeing the innocence that I now realize he never lost, preserved by exchanging this world for another before his time.

It was only then that I began to realize that some souls, fascinated with enchanting, needed to get through it before they were infected with things like hurt, jealousy, dissatisfaction, or betrayal. The things that make the soul insecure, doubt the childish idea that love is the greatest good. Something you want to share with as many people as possible.

Everything I just realized, a closed space is inside me. Those memories freed me from the burden I had been carrying all this time. I felt lighter, more aware of everything, and at the same time, I could see myself from a greater distance.

I had found the answer to my search before I was possessed. I found it by putting myself outside of my very small world. But unknowingly I have now found a key that I have not been looking for. Something much more valuable and gave me insight into why my world had become so small.

It was an affirmation that I alone created my world and I had made it so small because the room in my soul had no room for more unprocessed grief. The room is still there, but it's cracked. There was a gap I could use to let sadness flow with all the tears I was about to shed and make room for something new.