The Seventh Direction

PART ONE: The Flow. Episode 10

"Wyl's old girlfriend, who transformed herself from Old Dorothy to her much younger self whom she calls Alaya—Alaya who left this dimension before Wyl did, yes?"

"Sounds about right," Doc said, his brows up now, his smile held.

"Well, I call her Alaya now too, and it was she who helped me tune-in and feel the vibration of what she calls our Soul circumstances (consciously tune-in, mind you), which will in time reveal a path toward that which we seek. And, not that I know quite what she meant by Soul circumstances but the word Soul opened a new world for me. The idea of Soul and Deep Memory? She spoke of these things and more, which started me on a path, a good path, an adventurous path, but one where understanding doesn't always come at once, because, on the good path you soon realize everything hasn't happened yet to create the understanding. So, you see, Doc, I've been on this new learning curve for a while now................and I have experienced with Alaya her growth to the very brink of the third dimension and I'm using it and other experiences from my time spent with Alaya to try and reach greater understanding myself now. At the same time, sir, I'm trying to express this in a way that too might understand what went on today. I realize you'd like to know exactly what went down earlier, so you can explain it to your peers; but I expect it's near impossible for anyone living in this plane-of-existence to truly know-so without having had the experiential journey themselves. As for me, I've only experienced the beginnings of the journey, more with Alaya, less with young Wyl, and my—"

No, I'm not going there! I've troubles enough. No need to create more. Chin in hand, Doc raised his brows further (how high can they possibly go?).

"—Still, Doc, we might be able to at least gain some understanding." I awaited. No verbal response.

(There was no way I was going to tell him about Master J' and Lady El. No way. Not now, maybe never. True, I had met them, but I didn't know that much about them! Lady El? Alaya once, back when she was pretty much still Old Dorothy, had talked about Lady El. Old Dorothy, she'd been mumbling in her sleep something about Avalon and The Well and The Wild Wood, and I had heard the names Lady El, and Lady of Lake, and Nimue, and Judith the Essene, like . . . as if they were one and the same. Probably my imagination. Then Old Dorothy's mutterings became near-indecipherable, though I had managed to pick off "Wyllllennn" and "Arrrrth . . ." then nothing, at which point I'd looked down at the book I was reading, a book about old Merlin and young Arthur and what not more. But it hadn't made much sense then, because I hadn't known Alaya at the time, just Dorothy, before her transformation: before she became Alaya. And Master J'? Well, Dorothy at the time hadn't rambled on about him, though perhaps the "J" might be a clue. Of course, I now know that Master J' is long white-haired and long white-bearded . . . and, essentially, old. What an odd choice! Lady El had chosen a much younger self. Lady El had chosen to reveal herself in this dimension in a much younger form. But once again, a few days later, Old Dorothy unintentionally clued me in . . . as to Master J', that is. Like this: She and I had been idly chatting. It was her turn, idly this and idly that, but then her eyes went wide and she stopped talking. Old Dorothy had gone somewhere. So I said, "Where are you?"

(She: "Why, I'm here in Valley Forest, at Wood's End." [In her dream world, she'd told me:] "It's ten times easier to access than Aval—" But then she stopped again, as if for some reason I should not be knowing this. Mm-hmm. Clearly she didn't know I already knew about "Aval—" from her recent, sleepy Dreamtime mutterings.

(Me: "So tell me what's going on at Wood's End? Come on, Dorothy. Tell! Tell!" I'd been shivering. Her Dream world. I was so excited! The hair on the back of my neck—

(She: "Master J' is walking down the Valley Proper; from out of the mountains he comes— so slowly. But the blue . . . blue . . . bubble around him is moving so fast, and he's . . . he's almost here!"