[In case you've been away. Alaya continues to narrate (—mostly), as she and Wyl and Baby and Dorothy hover above the Moon. —A.A.]
The lower-Astral moon-phantasms were growing in strength. Dread nightmares, they were, flaring up in waves, orange-fired but tar-black—many blots coming closer, like somehow they belonged to us and we to them. The attention we gave them (—oh! the attention). I could feel their vibration, seductive through my field, trying to pull my insides out! Dark blots. Foreboding blots. Still (—still?), deeper within, the teachings of Lady El and Master J' too were stirring to action, rising, vibrating, and mixing it up. Clearly, there was purpose in our being here. But what that purpose was exactly, and why?
I do remember Master J' saying that illusion might appear before us on our journey. But like this? Not according to his explanation (—of course, he doesn't interfere, much). But our journey hasn't exactly begun yet, has it? Wyl is still preparing. Me too, it appears. Me, too! But wasn't I done with preparation (—not!)? No? So ramp it up, then. Together, as one. We ARE one, Wyl and I. I can feel it! But he's way too awfully quiet (—yeah, way, the only thing we've heard from him, tonight). Am I ever really going to hear him, feel his voice quickening this desire in my heart?
Lost in reflection, my attention suddenly drew back from the knotted thought-forms issuing out from the dark side of the Moon (—boy, they're sneaky). I returned to the moment, felt Wyl's hand clasped in mine and turned to look at him. Our eyes locked, familiar. Desire (—PLUME! like a volcano!)! And gushing, his thoughts flew through me like they were my own. But is he talking to me? There remained a perfect hush. Or is he talking to himself? I wondered (—sooooon). Still, from my Wyl, I feared, there would come no sound tonight . . . no audible voice to soothe my heart. For silent came his dispatch.
"It is crucial that we view the farthest reaches of this illusion," his words were clear, but it was the full-blown sound of his voice I wanted to hear, vibrating through the atmosphere (not just through my head!), "for such illusion lies between us and home. It could be desolation, oblivion—death even! if we are not mindful—for us to view illusion from this proximity. Still, it is a challenge we must now face. We KNOW we cannot fail! The Masters have guided us here. They have put this step before us; and in some manner they are here with us. But to rid ourselves of our resonant illusion (or . . . or residual illusion, I don't know), we must, the two of us together, by ourselves, experience this most ruinous 'form' of possibility; for we both know experience must be run right through the open ends of self, via the seven portals in being, before it can truly be said to be the full experience—THE FULL EXPERIENCE—fully illustrated respectively and perspectively before our each own consciousness . . . which, then, in due time, or instantly (the experience—yes?), will burst through into Truth and Awareness." (Both of us. Surely. Mm-hmm. He's talking to both of us. And at this stage of the game, what he's talking about had better burst into Truth and Awareness instantly.)
"See how we hover above the Moon?" Wyl recoiled for a moment, till I grasped where he was leading (—his question only SEEMS unnecessary). "Together we have the gifts to consume and dispel this challenge before us. But now we are in need of your intuition. I have magnetism as my first gift-of-birth—magnetism, which has drawn this experience to us. Still, of course, the Masters have helped lead me here . . . had a hand in leading me . . . leading us . . . here. But—" I felt him teetering "—I'm not all here! Only the part of me you came and got is here! But . . . but it's not enough. Not nearly enough. I'm elsewhere as well, I think so . . . and . . . and not really conscious . . . not really . . . and . . . and I think I might be—" (But he wouldn't say it. He wouldn't say it! "Dying!" And I didn't want to hear it!)
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The Seventh Direction
AdventureA spiritual, mostly fictional adventure, which takes place in both the 3rd and 4th dimension . . . and perhaps occasionally in the 5th. Under the umbrella of Mother Earth---School of Learning, Freewill Zone---the story, rather than looking at us as...
