["D/A" narrates —A.A.]
___Out of the shadow
Baby Toadz was back on board, standing in the very spot where she was born: her feet buried in the ground. Boy, had she grown. I wouldn't have even noticed her, there in twilight, snoozing, swaying lightly back and forth, save for the flock of zees streaming, rising from her cap. Floating, disappearing overhead then falling back down, one tiny little zee landed on my arm. It tingled. I giggled. Baby began to snore . . .
As dogged as the day had been, now I could relax, reflect, and decide what I should do. I could wind down, have a little chat with myself, feel things through before going to sleep . . . as long as twilight held out. For there'd been no time today (virtually) to feel myself perspective-wise and contextually within the full ramifications of being fully awake in my new body—awake, beyond my dreamtime body, alive and living within the wilderness of one of Nature's more enchanted regions. And I hadn't felt (now that I had time to) quite like this since my days as a little girl, many years ago, wandering footloose and wide-eyed through Grandfather's massive wooded garden (Gramps I called him); but I can't seem to recall him clearly enough to realize his face! And I hadn't at that time too (back then), realized clearly my innocent responses to the wonders, peace and adventure while I was in that magical place—no, but I could FEEL that long-ago Gramps-memory here with me now, and grown some, as I realized through my many dreamtime-experiences the magnificent but fragile nature of this totally and similar immense place!
And suddenly The Universe felt large, larger than ever before.
But it had felt large lately too! But my thoughts and feelings—my focus had been within the containment of Dreamtime then; and Dreamtime did have its boundaries and its conscious-limitations as to the way The Universe and Great Spirit and the work I needed to be doing came to me, didn't it? Sure, sometimes dreams leaves one wide-open to his deeper feelings, and to a different if not expanded perspective of things, but it's only because the designs of the conscious-mind are out of the way and Deeper Mind open (when dreaming, right?). Yet with right preparation, and a little practice, one might learn to walk in the waking-world similarly: with his conscious waking-mind and his Deeper Mind behaving as one. Mm-hmm. And with greater understanding, amidst a greater perception of world and cosmos where in essence so much is Unseen and Unknown, one might soon come to realize the incalculable magnitude of Great Spirit manifesting magically before him, on Earth, through The Great Mystery!
'Might . . .'
"Exactly, Dorothy."
And Great Spirit and Great Mystery are one and the same. To me, though, Great Spirit channels right through my center, up from the core, gifting me eyes with which to see the Great Mystery (Life!) manifesting magically through Life Its vast star systems and planets and forests and all. And they are one and the same, Great Mystery, Great Spirit, so vast and faraway in the heavens and yet so near within and through. And The Universe felt large tonight. Larger than ever before.
Know what I mean? How God can be so near at times? With you every step of the way? And you might be absently chatting with God and maybe S/He answers? You know, you just feel IT? An intuition, maybe? Rising from the core (through the core)? Still, on the extreme other hand, God IS The Universe and S/He is so much more. And all the stars in the sky, light-years away, are His children. And His Solar System? And the Earth? and Her oceans? and Her deserts? And EVERYTHING? Well, God is here with me now—always is, ever will be—welling up through my very being. Knowing this (this is our truth!), made everything all the more magical as I met Him now.
And The Universe felt large tonight. Beyond comprehension. But It felt safe, and I felt so much like the child I was (protected by Boundlessness!) as I lay here in the surrounding thicket within the arms of old-growth forest beneath a massive blanket of endless stars. The hardest part of my work in Dreamtime was over. I think so. But this is not saying there'd be no work to follow. It's already begun! But I've changed and I've grown. I've raised my vibration, or I would not be here now. I would be dead (dead and buried, along with facsimile-Dorothy), six-feet under on Planet Earth and God knows where within The Cosmos!
. . . in fact, not six feet under, I'm soon to be cremated.
No matter, I'm changed and I'm grown. I AM the dream now, full-bodied—though Jay had said body isn't exactly the right word. My work in 3D had led me to completion of that last step (death defying body!), and I'm upgraded now: into the Astral Plane and into dreams beyond the Astral Plane. Clearly today's events had proven that, and that was all I needed to fully realize how one last baby-step had changed me and my world. (Not that I needed proof.)
Still, much today had shown Astral Plane evidence (Astral proof, I guess), both Upper and lower in the mix—Master J' manifesting The Voice during his Seven Planes of Existence rant. And down at the lake, his being only a half or a third all there. And my own out-of-body experiences, twice shadowing gazing on the plateau. And my first go at the lake. And then another go with Gnarly Tree. All Astral evidence. All Astral proof. Lady El, however, had seemed pretty much the same—not proof and not out of body, save Hawk. And once I saw right through her, I did. But that's a bit of a tangent, isn't it? And Baby Toadz seemed similar but grown some—which very well might be a major tangent and perhaps best I not go there right now. And Aces, and time-travel, and twilight hanging on? "Doooooonan?" And, well, as for my dreams being upgraded? I just hope that if and when Time does come back into play, my Astral travels steer me clear of "the lowers!"
"Dooooooooonan?"
"Hey, Toadz." Baby's awake. "What am I doing?" Her oversized toadstool noggin bobbed up and down and her beady little eyes said yes. Her attempt at a smile, nonetheless, was an absolute failure. Totally cute though—Doooonan.
"I'm getting ready to go get Wyl—" as if she knew what I was talking about. Baby's beady eyes rolled back a moment. Rolled forward; and she laid a much better smile on me. Apparently she did know. "What have you been doooonan?" I said.
"Twiiiiilight nap. Reeeee-charrrrrrrrge."
"I see." So that's why her feet were pronged into the ground.
"Twiiiiilight over now. You go. Me come help." Hmm. It was getting darker.
"Can you fly?"
"Run. Me verrrry fassssssssst!" Of course you are. Tell me something I don't know.
"—maybeeeee fly. You help."
"Come," I motioned her. She pulled one foot from the earth, then the other. Hobbled over. I lay back. She hopped on and lay down (heart to heart). "Hang on to this," I said, pulled the medicine bag from my frock. She grabbed the lanyard with her spindly, little stick-fingers.
(Toadz . . . Baby Toadz.)
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The Seventh Direction
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