The Seventh Direction

PART FOUR: Force and Form. Episode 111

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

"Connected, yes," he said, grin growing. Chuckle. "Doubtless the number seven clued you in."

"Very funny, Master J'." I wasn't chuckling. I wasn't finished. Grinning, chuckling—but he didn't seem to be playing the game. Sure, he was feeding back. But he wasn't adding-on much. 

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"What I don't get, however, is that oblivion-thing if we fail? What I keep seeing is the Big Bang in reverse. But I don't get very far with it, Jay, because I can't look at it for very long because it really hurts my head."

"As it should," he said.

"What will become of Wyl and me if we fail?"

Once again he checked his bogus watch, said, "Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall." Maybe he was adding-on and playing the game.

"O-kay," I said. "But will all the king's horses and all the king's men be able to—"

"They will. You can't die! But it WILL require a lot of work." (More than playing the game.)

"If we fail . . . if we—" but I didn't know what to ask. And Jay had become so obliging.

"If you fail, likely it will not be you alone. Or Wyl, alone. Likely it will only happen if you are not strong together. You see . . . like this: Dorothy had ninety-years worth of conditioning to deal with—Wyl, only sixteen. But as you know, the conditionings impressed upon and ingrained into 'us' in our earliest learning years, these by far live the deepest and effect us in the future. How many man/woman relationships have you seen where one doubtless thinks he knows the other. How many has young Wyl seen? His parents would be enough. And what might happen (any idea?) in some out-of-the-ordinary moment when your rose-colored glasses come off, or fail, and suddenly you find yourself looking through your Wyl's blue-tinted ones? Love, this very thing will happen to Aces in the not-too-distant future." (This should be good, if he tells it—an Aces' future story.)

"Aces has met her man, see?" he began. (Nice. It's about time he told me something good.) Master J' gave me his I can read you look. ('Sorry.') "Don't be," he said. "It's all right. We CAN have a little fun."

"I'm always in for that," I said, letting go the 'telepathy.'

"And things are pretty good for a while—a house together, in the country, she's writing, he's independently wealthy. But after a year, things take a turn. For the worse. Why? Because they've gotten to know each other." Up with his brows, his mouth stretched sideways (dimples!) midway between a smile and frown. "The truth is, however, love, it only SEEMS they've gotten to know each other, and so, SOON the proverbial 'fan' starts working overtime." (The dread s-word. One of Jay's favorites, I don't mind saying.) "But Aces loves her man very much, and he loves her too; and Aces, in her own, way prays to Spirit; and Lady El—right there in Spirit's Way, God love her—hears Aces, and El is commissioned and answers the call." He paused.

"Are you making this up, Master J'?" (At best it was only a probability, probably.)

"Not at all," he said. "Not at all. It WILL happen—for our Aces is not yet able to mess around with probabilities. Not by herself. Not on her own. Not like you. Too many baby steps before Aces can change this timeline. May I now continue?"

"Certainly! I love a good story, and timeline," I said. "And NOT to worry, Master J', I'm applying it to Wyl and I."

"In time, El finds her opportunity," Jay said, not worried at all. "Like this: One day, Aces and her man are out in the yard—she's in the garden weeding, he's fixing the fence. Aces has stopped what she's doing, leans on her hoe to watch the man she loves. Enter El, and for three measly seconds El changes things up, and Aces nearly passes out. El has magicked Aces. El has put upon Aces her man's perception, blue-tinted all the way AND four-dimensional. Four dimensions! It's more than Aces can handle! She's so used to seeing things three-dimensionally and thru rose-colored glasses, she is nigh on blown away—what with everything blue-tinted and having such quirk and strangeness about it and an added dimension to boot! In three measly seconds, Aces realizes just how different her man is. Of course, our dear Lady El plays fair (most of the time), so simultaneously the same phenomenon and realization is happening with Aces' man—Albert, by the way. A few measly seconds, and then it's all over."