Other places? Other elements? It sounded like my quest was far from over.
“Why me?” I asked. “Why was I chosen?”
The Palm reader looked at me for a long time, his eyes thoughtful. “Some people are simply… attuned,” he said. “Their spirit resonates with these ancient frequencies. Perhaps you were always meant to find this path.”
He didn’t give me any specific instructions or new directions. He simply said that the sculpture would continue to guide me when the time was right.
I left his shop with the sculptures, feeling both empowered and overwhelmed. I had faced unknown dangers, witnessed things that defied rational explanation, and seemed to be on a path that would lead me to more of the same.
My life as a freelance writer felt increasingly like a facade, a thin covering over a much deeper and more mysterious reality. I continued to write, to work, to maintain the appearance of normalcy, but my mind was constantly drawn to the possibilities that lay beneath the surface.
I kept in touch with Seeker, sharing my experiences and his insights from his research. He was increasingly excited by what I was discovering, seeing it as confirmation of his own theories about the hidden layers of the world.