At The Gate Of Reflection

At The Gate Of Reflection    

By Paul McCann

Within the realms between the visible and invisible worlds , where interstellar existence and our own material existence reside , there is a window that opens briefly to permit sounds and sight to come through into one common place that keeps everything in balance . The is knowns as the gate  of reflection .

Many have found themselves standing there from time to time waiting for insight to find its way to allow our journey top continue .

Some of us need to move on , some of us need to stay where we are , some of us need to return and some of us need  to learn and understand who we are . There are always those who need to find something that we always had but never knew we always had it in our heart and soul .

Here in this pace at the gate stood a guard . He stood there where ever that was and  when ever it happened guarding the gateway to somewhere between the past and future . He was unaware how long he would have to remain  there at his post by the  door that was locked , ‘He had no key and no knowledge how to open the door . There was no padlock or a latch , all that he knew was that he had to remain there on guard until it was opened .

So there he stood by the door at the gateway , often murmuring to himself ,

“Here I wait at the gate half insane in my brain . Is this fate at the gate like a prisoner of shame .

Unaware of the mission he had been given and how long he would have to wait , he  never questioned why he was there .

In the silence he reflected and was given the gift of insight to see what was unseen and understand himself more and more .

Time passed slowly and he was able to reflect on many things he had seen and done . Now and then he checked the door that was in front of the gateway but it was always locked . No one came ion and no one approached and all he could do was stand on guard .  

He stood at this post and now and then he would march a few years with his  footsteps kept close together as if he was wearing chains around his ankle .

Time passed slowly  . Every now and them he would hear a sound or see a glimpse of moments that had happened before in the past and these always haunted him like an invisible whip lashing his inquisitive mind for an answer and in the seconds they were there his mind was lit up with flashes of light from the darkness of ignorance .

He always questioned every sight and sound and murmured to himself .

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” As if he had never heard every word that was said as if I have never tasted pain in my head , as if I have never said let this moment pass me by and as if I have never  sipped the tears that fell in this lonely place where I stand “

He was at a door where he had never been before and yet he had a picture in his mind about a place and time where he had once been .

He had inner visions like different pieces  of  jigsaw puzzle , He tried to put all the pieces together however there was a missing piece  that made it difficult for him to see the whole picture of what was   happening .

. or a chain with a  missing link key in his heart felt.   

Then he began to have flashbacks about things he had been through in the past . It was almost like a eureka experience because each time this happened, he began to pick up the pieces of who he was and where he had been , the things he had dome and the things he had seen .

Every flashback he had was as if a mist had cleared allowing him to glimpse a picture of an event that had happened on a bridge in someplace , wherever and whenever that was where he came face to face with a time traveller who wanted to cross the bridge to journey into the past because he wanted to collect some stories or songs to bring back to a future time and place .

After he put that piece of the puzzle in place the guard started to remember who he was and the mission he had once been given .

Once he had been a guardian of a gateway to the past in another realm . The role he was given was to keep out unwelcome and dangerous visitors from crossing the bridge to the pathway into the time tunnels of the past  .

Then he began to see something about himself that displeased him .

He remembered then what he had done there when he prevented the time traveller from continuing his way across the bridge . he also realised that it was the envy in his heart that he had for this time traveller  that had made that choice to prevent the visitor to the realm access to the past .

As soon as he came to terms with what he had done , he felt remorse for what he had done . At that moment the door in front of him opened and as he walked through, he was standing back on the bridge where he had once been as a guardian of the realm .The keeper of time paid him a visit arriving on a strange bicycle ,.

Both the wheels were clocks , one went clockwise and the other went anti clockwise  

‘Well now that you are back to your post I assume you’ve been able to discover who you had self-imprisoned yourself and so you will realise that you’re still the person you have always been and yet you have learnt much about  yourself .

I am glad you’ve found yourself again on the bridge where angels dwell at the door to the past ,

The End 

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