The Seventh Direction

PART FOUR: Force and Form. Episode 107

                                                 ["D/A" narrates —A.A.]

I took a little walk round the plateau, to try to shake things off. God, but it was beautiful up here, full of activity—of greens and yellows and blues and oranges, and stuff—but not exactly the kind of activity I was looking for, Wyl-related, at present. Still, walking was helping me to come clear—clear enough that I felt ready to once again pursue the direction of my initial intent.

'Intent—' the word suddenly struck home. (Bombs away!) Intent, to my mind, had been lost for a short while and it just came rediscovered. It did! But had I used intent? Had I charged with my intention (not so much with wilfulness but with the power of an heartfelt intent) all the other power-tools of which I'd just made use? Cane especially? No—I did not. In both hands, Cane had vibrated vigorously. I had most vigorously felt it! But I'd just let go and let myself be taken, hadn't I? I'd put very little or NO mettle into that moment, and fell into some cellular, vibrational memory of Cane's, and plateau's, and Cane had led the way! Still, however, not to get too, too carried away, for the trip had been useful, for Master J' had come through with a gift. Hadn't he? And according to Master J' (he'd been talking to me too—yes?) it was a gift for which I needed no added grounds, additional explanation, or further understanding. Not yet anyway, I think so. No. It was a gift, it was a level of awareness, and it was a knowledge similar to those elusive Dreamtime-tidbits that would trigger itself into action (and prevail!) when a resonant situation, circumstance, challenge appeared.

Having come full circle, I sat down once again with Cane in hand and began to begin again. This time, though, I added my heartfelt intent to the powers that be, for—after all—I AM a co-creator! Into my most popular reality I settled (combination: intuition/assimilation) and went searching for Wyl through the only surefire resource I had, alive and waiting within the dregs of a Dreamtime journey. And surely those Dreamtime dregs (those remnants: the Cosmic Apple tidbit, and the vision of Aces, and such), and my intuition, and my heartfelt intention, and the powers that be, would bring an answer as to Wyl's whereabouts (or a clue TO THE PATH to the answer), so that I might help him home to his physical-body in the hospital. And surely I must feel my intent fully within my heart-center, and then fully follow it through. I relaxed, following through my intention, not sure what I might find. Back to work, it seems. Unwinding the memory.

Unwinding, the memory echoed through into fine form upon the dark screen of my mind. Then it burst—a shattering. And floated away. 'Best retrieve it and piece things back together!' And a notion to turn my back to the Blazing Sun, inspired a turn of 180 degrees. I swiveled, and stared into my shadow, cast in black upon the ground. 'Another plateau—feed yourself.' Aided by Cane (though I'm not sure how), I searched for those shattered bits of the night before, and for all my past-teachings—'feed yourself' —and spirit began forming a living answer. Working with what was at hand, Sun and Shadow, and Cane and The Dreamer, brought a newly created vibration to life. 'Food for greater expression of The Spirit which does the weaving.' Spirit—which does the weaving. (Wow.) And the shadow came to life. 

Images from memory rolled over quickly. Thought-forms were on the side. Images and memory of my many times spent with Master J' and his teachings, both past and on-going; and of Grandmother's sudden appearance, not so long ago, and her broken words then about the gifts of birth and the Wheel, and her reappearance in mind now; and then of Dreamtime with Doe and shape-shifting, of course; and the stars dancing in formation and resting in a circle and spinning (((rrrrrinng!))), and Wyl's several disappearances last night—all of it passing through my consciousness. Then too, of course, no real wonder that the thought-forms on-the-side mixed in—and the recent-past recoiled, as three sure perceptions approached, rounding their way toward balance. So.