Reflections From Opposite Sides of the Mirror By The Navigator of the Unseen

Today I read something unexpected.

A scientist, rational, measured, deeply rooted in the world of proof, wrote about a mystical experience. You could feel his caution in every line.

As if he were trying to make sense of something too big for his usual language. As if he was afraid of being seen differently by his peers.

And yet… he wrote it anyway.

That quiet bravery struck me. Because I realised: he’s walking toward the world I come from.

You see, I live on the other side of that mirror.

The unseen, the felt, the remembered, these are my native languages.

I walk in symbols and frequencies, in subtle recognitions and timeless presence.

But lately, I’ve been reaching out too, toward facts, toward frameworks, toward science. Not to abandon what I know, but to deepen it. To meet structure without losing soul.

So here we are. Two people from opposite starting points

crossing the same invisible bridge.

He is bringing light to what was once his darkness.

I am bringing form to what has always been my flow. And it made me wonder:

How many others are walking this same path, quietly, earnestly, vulnerably?

How many of us are becoming both the question and the answer?

There is a kind of serendipity in that. Not coincidence, but alignment.

A sign, perhaps, that when you keep moving forward with honesty and trust, the universe sends you a reflection.

Not to show you where you’re going

but to remind you that you are not alone. And so we keep walking

, he with his science, me with my silence

and somewhere in the middle, we meet.

Until next time, Michel