The Seventh Direction

PART ONE: The Flow. Episode 7

Although it was Wyllen who had just awakened from his long bout with coma, his deep sleep, I too could feel myself awakening: to some sort of initiation I knew would prove useful, somewhere down the road, in time. "Not yet the half of it." The Voice had said, and, "Soon."

But right now I was still feeling our bizarre movement together, still feeling the repercussions of some high-vibratory induction—that wondrous moment Wyl and I had drawn into ourselves (or ourselves into?) feeling like one long moment opening up like an eternally expanding moment in time. Or moment out-of-time, for that matter! Seemingly our moment opened through our eye contact—our moment, an event, an occurrence—an experience felt to bursting within that place my heart always seemed to be searching for, and welling up and appearing as bright light through the eyes! (—Windows of Soul?) And it felt so much like that time when I, Alaya, and the Masters from Beyond, had stood North, East, South, and West, marking the four corners of the Wheel of Life. That time, then, had been my first initiation into seeing beyond surface subtlety—then, my experience with Master J', Lady El, and Alaya. And I'd no idea how that happened! But it had happened again with Wyllen. What, three, four minutes ago?

But different this time, as I dwell here (looking inward), trying to understand this myself. Much different—one on one, our focus on that which lay beyond the Windows of Soul, deep within the light of each other's eyes! And I'd felt the light consume me, awakening a part of me I never knew existed. Oh! Yeah! But I did know it! My heart did! And It carried me through the bright, shining eyes of young Wyllen (his body was glowing!)—across some timeless gap—into a communication and a sharing in a realm that blinded me, yet opened my heart to Spirit. And it had carried me away, this hearing with the heart. And it had opened my inner-eyes to a new line of sight:

For that entire moment, my stare had stayed unchanged. Fixed. Strange how inner eyes perceive things, at times not so much different than one's imagination, I suppose. Weird what I saw, though, the innersight and how the scene unfolded—the way they hovered there in mind's eye, the two of them (Wyl and Alaya), in the middle of the scene, like lovers . . . like . . . like . . . hummingbirds, resisting gravity, not moving but vibrating vigorously to hold their position. That's exactly how it looked! There they were, hovering like one, right smack-dab in the center. But the center of what exactly wasn't real clear—just a scene within God's Dream, I think so. It was a major moment, though. Just? Just! It still hovers round my mind now! Still . . . at that time then, I'd sensed it was about to change. Radically.

Staying focused on the strange movement of their love creation (then), in order to stay there myself, wasn't so easy to do. A wild, erratic frontier was forming around them, and at first I could only bring it through as a blur. It could have been Valley Forest: the colors were similar; yet it was all pretty much two-dimensional, the whole scene, from my point of view. Changing though. Wyl and Alaya gave life to this picture (to their new-fangled co-created reality) as they hovered there at center: their closeness, their love, bringing motion to the surrounding scene. And the vision progressed. Meanwhile, they in the midst grew brighter still! They just hovered there! Their twin auras, pink and blue, like . . . like soft warm 'jammies on newborns (you know that look, you know the feeling you get when you see an infant all spic-and-span and bright-eyed but not quite ready for bed? But ready for play? Well, can you just imagine twins?!)—boy and girl, man and woman vibrating within their love: now intensifying, now forward movement, now a spiraling. And wouldn't you know it, a portal blew open (funneling straightaway!) and they waltzed right on through it (their love, that is): through a Passage in the Veil, near as I can figure, through Atmospherean Worlds of thoughts and memories (not all of them good!) toward the High Ethers. (Yikes!)

But "The Voice" (Lady El, I think so) had brought me back, and now the only thing left before my eyes was Wyllen's empty bed and the impossible sight of a completion taking place in the periphery, left and up, in the corner of the room—the only trace left in the gap between here and there—a trace that seemed lifeless now, the light sagged now, the sight flagged (sigh), our covenant plucked from me like a ripened fruit. And Wyl was gone, gone with Alaya. A part of me was with them, though. I knew from our sharing, it could be no other way. But, well, let me go back, now that I'm a little bit clearer, and I'll tell you how it all started.