Seen and the Unseen

Discovering that dwelling felt like uncovering a hidden jewel—a sanctuary that resonated as my final haven. Shielded from all physical harm, it embraced me with the comfort of organic cotton pillows. I was amazed by the careful crafts of the Supreme Architect, imagining how each corner of that cozy chamber was woven for souls like mine. Ethereal hues danced around the room, casting reflections on the cushions decorating its walls, promising nights filled with sweet dreams and lovely whispers. In that sanctuary, memories of mountain landscapes lingered, alongside the hopeful echoes of distant stars. Time stretched its bounds for approximately two hundred and eighty days and nights. As days melted into weeks and then months, anticipation grew for my eventual journey into the realm beyond the womb. In the presence of Miss Alih, a profound sense of bliss enveloped me, as if energy itself danced between us in a tricky exchange. It was a mystifying connection, surpassing my knowledge, yet I found myself embracing the profound rhythm of life. Alih's humility and gentle care made me feel cherished and nurtured, as if tending to the most delicate petals of a rose garden. In her company, the future seemed to shine like a radiant star, casting a glow of peace, love, and harmony around me. It was clear: Alih possessed a unique gift for nurturing and creating spaces of profound comfort and care. Women’s strength! Despite everything appearing to be fine, there's a vivid memory in my mind—a time when I deliberately chose to adopt a behavior of coldness and detachment. It was my calculated move, a scheme born from a desire to rattle Alih's composure. I craved to provoke a reaction from her, to witness her smokescreen crack under pressure. Yet, deep down, I acknowledged that she was my sole vessel, my sanctuary. While I cherished my comfort within her presence, an impulse to test the boundaries of our connection surged within me. I wanted to stir her emotions, to push her to the edge and see what raw intensity would surface. It wasn't that I didn't value our bond; I feared being forcibly ejected from my cocoon prematurely, a thought that could bring tears to my eyes. Alih, perhaps sensing that vulnerability, went for meditation and remained steadfast. Nonetheless, I persisted with my pretense, curious to see if my scheming trick would disrupt her peace or dispute her nerves. For even if our physical forms could fall ill or crumble, our souls remained intertwined, strong, and inseparable. My primary concern was the acknowledgment of my physical presence. Obtaining what I desired—the recognition of my physical form—was all- consuming. In pursuit of my own satisfaction, I considered her emotions merely incidental, collateral damage in the pursuit of my goals. I was blind, but my ears were as diligent as finely tuned antennae, picking up the vibrant signals of life all around me. Each note painted a picture of a world filled with stories and secrets waiting to be discovered. Alih, my goddess, nourished and quenched me. She must have believed that I possessed some magic, some powers to make her a mother. But I was not a grateful donkey. I kicked and kicked whenever she spoiled me too much. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t hate her. I just wanted to balance things out. The universe, you see, was in need of harmony. Even in the womb, there was order. But she didn’t listen to my kicks. She ignored me, or worse, I thought she hated me. Her ignorance made me feel ashamed, betrayed, blackmailed, intimidated, and rejected. Faced with the need for attention, I resolved to take a different approach. I transformed into a troublemaker, a rebel stirring chaos, a mischievous nuisance demanding recognition. Rest was a luxury she wouldn't enjoy until she acknowledged my existence. Mere awareness wasn't sufficient; I craved her declaration to the world of my presence. My goal extended beyond acknowledgment; I aimed to captivate her in body, mind, soul, and spirit. Perhaps she sensed my presence but chose indifference, or perhaps fear tethered her response. Regardless, as I matured and evolved through self-discovery, my determination only strengthened. I made a conscious choice to let go of yesterday's grip and embrace the boundless potential of the day after. In the tranquil embrace of a silent night, I found the perfect moment to strike a deal. In that timeless space, I sensed the spirits and souls finding solace, their essence intermingling with the quietude of the night. Lost in contemplation amidst the midnight hour, I envisioned myself suspended in a realm where time ceased to exist. Meanwhile, she, nestled in her snug bed, cradled by soft bed sheets and pillows, drifted into dreams, unaware of the machinations unfolding in the silent world beyond. I leaped, but she didn’t react. The silence made me feel weak and discouraged. Still, I refused to give up. I didn't judge myself harshly; my unseen soul had accomplished great things on Earth before, and I knew this was just a small challenge. With renewed confidence, I reminded myself that being unseen and seemingly vulnerable didn't make me powerless. She might have thought I was insignificant, but I knew I had the strength to disrupt her entire world until she focused on what I believed were my rights. As the idea danced through my mind, I pondered, "What if my excessive peeing triggers her to vomit?" It was a few minutes before I managed to invoke even a single drop. In the distance, the rooster's crow pierced the early morning air, signaling the opportune moment to set my plan in motion. With determination, I aimed to induce nausea and sickness upon her awakening. As I released the stream, I sensed her stirring beneath the covers, then hastily springing from bed before rushing to the bathroom in distress. Fortune favored me—my act indeed provoked morning sickness and a throbbing headache, as intended. A selfish impulse drove me to assert my presence within her womb, to make her keenly aware of my existence. She felt something was off. I hurt her, but she remained patient. She tried to cope with the fear. Her womb had never harbored another being prior to my arrival, amplifying the intensity of our connection. I wondered if she would ever confront her actions hidden under the cloak of darkness. In Sum’s embrace, without the light to guide them, they sought comfort in each other's touch, their bodies intertwining in a dance of desire. The moment they made love, it was gorgeous, fueled by her longing for pleasure and the allure of fantasy. Yet, it didn't feel wrong to me; my soul had already determined its path. I recognized their maturity and the clarity of their minds. They navigated their decisions in a sober state, intellectually aware of the consequences, weighing the pros and cons of their actions with informed deliberations. My dreams of health and longevity ignited and flowed forward. Leaving behind a life of calm and quietness, I embarked on a journey toward physical manifestation through an alliance with Alih, even as Sum remained absent. In that small haven, my sanctuary, I thrived as if there was no tomorrow. Despite the simplicity of my new life, it was filled with intelligence and confidence that surpassed previous generations. Every second brought growth without pauses or setbacks. I enjoyed the hidden comfort of my second home, beautifying its inner scenery with whatever I could muster. Each moment was a step closer to my destiny, as I embraced that unique journey with determination and wonder. In the dance of real life, lightning rarely strikes the same spot twice, denying me the luxury of repeated strikes. I understood that a moment would come when I would plead for her to expel me from her womb. The physical realm had already embraced me, acknowledged by the divine even before my arrival in the realm where souls first lodged. The universe seemed to signal me toward confronting life's realities head-on. Like a woman leaving her parents’ house to unite with a strange man in pursuit of eros love, I sensed my eventual integration with the earth, designating it as my third home. On the following glorious morning, with the sky ablaze in shades of gold courtesy of the sun's radiant touch, she luxuriated in its warm embrace. The idea of breakfast held no appeal for her; instead, she longed only for the sweetness of treats and snacks. I could sense her discomfort as she grappled with nausea and fatigue, her mind abuzz with silent complaints. Despite it all, she basked in the sun's embrace, finding relief in its comforting rays. She generated a thought that would drive her to visit a doctor. “Wow! My existence will soon be verified,” I thought. I peed again to create a nuisance wave that would make her rush. She vomited. She debated whether to go to the hospital or go back to bed. Her headache worsened. She remembered what she had done, and what people would suspect. She had done it in secret, with only Sum as a witness, but then it would be publicized. She gathered her courage and headed to the clinic. In her, I also followed in unseen shadows. When we arrived, the process was easy. She filled out a form with her personal details and address. I had no identity yet. My time had not come. I was as calm as a Buddhist monk during the storm. The nurse meticulously assessed Alih's temperature, blood pressure, and weight. Upon completion, he directed us to the doctor, whom we found dressed in a white coat with a stethoscope draped around her shoulders. Warmly welcoming us, she ushered us to our seats and inquired about Alih's reason for visiting the hospital and her state of well-being. “I vomit, and I have a headache,” she spoke. The doctor looked at the test results from the nurse. She smiled at Alih and said, “You are in the right place, and at the right time, dear Alih!” “Thank you, doctor,” Alih responded. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine,” she assured us. She requested samples for testing, which were promptly sent to the laboratory for analysis. As we awaited the results, the doctor engaged us in conversation about life and relationships, offering words that stirred inspiration and courage within Alih's soul. Soon after, the laboratory results arrived through her computer's automated system. After a copy was printed, the doctor handed it to Alih, revealing the abbreviation ‘PT +ve’. Perplexed, Alih sought clarification from the doctor, who explained that the test indicated a ’Pregnancy Test Positive’. With a reassuring smile, the doctor expressed confidence in Alih's health and her potential as a nurturing mother to a sweet soul. Om Shanti! She emphasized their unwavering support throughout Alih's pregnancy journey. Rising from her seat, the doctor extended a heartfelt embrace, symbolizing the unity and joy that awaited me. Encircled in each other's arms, their energies intertwined, fostering a profound sense of our connection. Alih's fears and anxieties dissipated as the doctor prescribed medication to alleviate the symptoms she had mentioned. The medication calmed the turmoil within me, silencing my kicks and pees that once caused such chaos. Recognizing my presence, I fueled her appetite craving to eat soil, letting her consume sand—a necessity for the construction of my physical body. The act symbolized my soul's journey to inhabit life on earth, only to return to the soil as part of the dynamic process of the life cycle. Nature's treasures and the environment felt like extensions of myself, empowering me to make Alih spit in contempt at anyone who dared harm those sacred elements of nature and the environment. My connection to the earth transcended the physical; it was deeply spiritual. Through embracing that bond, I could inspire others to cherish and protect our world.