The door suddenly flew open, and the rush of a much different energy brought me back to the moment, back to my lesson, back to a world filled with interpretations and concepts and beliefs and ears that could not (would not!) hear the Otherside—back to two interns and an aide rushing in.
But I had no idea how it happened! How it was so that Wyl was gone. Not in explanation to this world. Not in explanation to minds that think they know. What's right. What's real. Not to minds racing round, lost in the gap (Veil between worlds). Lost in reflection (unawares). Lost in those not-good creations trapped in the Veil (and the Cosmic Mirror blows my mind!)—lost in that two-way gap between worlds, designed also for Great Spirit's cyclical movement into the heart, into the feeling and the experience and the fullness of the moment . . . if a body is open to it. Great Spirit (—to my mind) is one Incredible Unseeable bridge-working, building, expanding, spanning the moment THROUGH to the heart-center where greater understanding begins. Wyl and Alaya, and the Masters from Beyond, had clearly proven this to me. I must continue to feel!
But my first inkling was to think fast. I knew I would have to answer for a missing patient . . . somehow. But I let that hypnosis go. 'Trapped in the Gap?' I felt a far trace of an amused Wyllen (is he teaching me too?): some trace sensation of his bluish sort of male-energy pulsing back through the Veil, pushing think fast aside. (Yikes!) And the pulsation . . . colorful . . . opened my heart and kept on going. In turn, my mind opened, and I said silently, Here we go! And six wide eyes, focused on young Wyl's empty bed, turned their shocked gaze on me! I checked my own growing amusement behind a serious face. Poker face. Felt weird.
I felt little anxiety about the situation now. I knew I would have to explain (—but how will I ever do that?). Then a tremble, a peculiar authority came through me, no particular thought but a powerful movement through an open heart, fragmenting the all-too-recurrent reaction of the controller-mind. Heart was open. Mind was open. My heart and mind together—and I (here in the middle) stayed neutral so I could feel and see my way through the moment. Being open of course, of course, allowed the energy (spirit) about the situation to move.
A medic rushed to the window, as if someone might be standing on the ledge out there.
"Before you react," I said, "get real for a moment. We're up on the fifth floor here!" The window appeared to have been painted shut, years ago. "Go ahead. Check out the bathroom, beneath the bed, behind the drapes." I'm sure that they would. "And there's little chance he slipped through the door, got past the nurse's station, ran down five flights of stairs and out into the cold autumn night! Not in his condition. Besides, he'd freeze out there with nothing on other than his 'jammies!"
I opened the closet door, killing two birds with one stone. No Wyl, just his clothes.
The three of them looked wildly round at each other, as if in some bizarre way they were telepathically debating the logic (or non-logic) of the situation: 'Just how is it that a boy withering away in coma, his body unmoved for more than three months, can now be up and gone?' Their pooled-thought was easy enough to read, and in veiled agreement they returned from their mysterious mind-meld, confused and staring at me querulously—awaiting explanation, I suppose. I offered none, sat down on the bed and stayed detached from their demise.
There was a brief pause.
A brief pause, then I felt the moment crash—their moment, their common ground as it crashed; and chaos erupted. One scurried off to check out the bathroom; a second searched beneath the bed; and the intern who appeared to have forgotten his part, glared dumbfounded at his watch. Another pause, as they all looked dubiously at me, then out the door they scrambled, stirring "it up" as they went. A faint, fluctuating laughter rolled through me. "The gods" were amused, by this tomfoolery—by this play being acted out in a room in hospital in a town in a world created by some very strange characters. I took a moment, and laughed inside with "them."
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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...
