The Seventh Direction

PART ONE: The Flow. Episode 10

"But what about this woman you keep referring to?" Doc said. "What about her? Who is she?"

"Alaya, yes? Well, it was she who helped me find a way to tune-in and feel the vibration of what she calls our Soul circumstances. Consciously tune-in, mind you—there is a difference—which will, in time, reveal a path toward that which we seek. And I've 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, now, to try and reach greater understanding myself. At the same time I'm trying to express this to you in a way that you 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 impossible for anyone living in/on 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 Wyl; and my—" No, I'm not going there!  Chin in hand, Doc raised his brows further (how high can they possibly go?). "Still, 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'd met them; but I didn't know that much about them! Lady El? Alaya once, back when she was pretty much still Old Dorothy (back when I was her nurse, not that long ago), had talked about Lady El. Yeah, Old Dorothy—she'd been mumbling in her sleep something about Avalon and The Well and The Wild Wood, and I'd heard the names Lady El, and Lady of Lake, and Nimue, and Judith the Essene, like . . . as if they were one and the same. Likely my imagination. Then Old Dorothy's mutterings became near-indecipherable, though I'd managed to pick off "Wyllllennn" and "Arrrrrth . . ." and then nothing [at which point I'd looked down at the book I was reading, 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 Old 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 do know now that Master J' is long white-haired and long white-bearded and, essentially, old. What an odd choice! Old! 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, good Old Dorothy [unintentionally] clued me in . . . as to Master J', that is. Yeah. So, like this then: She and I had been idly chatting. It was her turn—idly this and idly that—but then her eyes suddenly went wide and she stopped talking. Dorothy had gone somewhere. So I said, "Where are you?"

(She: "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 shouldn't be knowing this. Obviously she didn't know that I already knew about "Aval—" from her sleepy Dreamtime mutterings.

(Me: "So tell me what's going on at Wood's End? C'mon. 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!"

(Me: "What else? What else!"

(She: "............................." and her eyes clouded over, filmy, gauzy, like many years of cataracts—yellow, sickly, and she stiffened like a board. I thought she'd died right then and there! And the dread I felt! Oh, the dread! And her yellow, sickly, zombie eyes! But then she shook violently, and her eyes cleared, and I asked: "What just happened, Dorothy?" She was still a bit glazed, and with hoarse voice said, "Old man, me." [Old man, me?]

(Me: "What?"

(She: "What?"

("What did you say?" But Dorothy's head had already sunk into the pillow..............she'd fallen asleep . . . or something. I'd checked her pulse to make sure. Normal. Then a knock at the door. Doctor at the door. Since when? Doctors don't knock. Why'd he? I couldn't say at the time. Still can't. He'd asked if everything was okay. How could he have known? I'd wondered if he were psychic. Which reminds me:))))))))))