The Seventh Direction

PART ONE: The Flow. Episode 11

"—but then we must follow through with what we find," I said after a long moment. Many long moments happening here, but I had to keep plodding on. Wyl's disappearance was the reason we were here in the first place; and so I tried to compress everything I knew, so as to try and reach understanding . . . at some level.

"Seeking initiates discovering our own truth, Doc. Listening, then comes the hearing. And at some point during the course, we begin to realize Spirit works in many ways, sometimes through our inner voice, telling us all is not work to be done alone, and that Beauty exists now, here in the moment. Beauty is the goal, Doc. Capital-B-Beauty. Seeking, listening, hearing, and we soon begin to realize—through our own, unique truth—that we can discover Beauty within ourselves and apply It to our outer experiences: those opportunities for further growth that this same Spirit brings round our way?

"Doc? Like right now?"

Boy, I just couldn't help myself. It just kept on coming, pouring from my mouth! I was full of it! But I wasn't about to apologize for my trying to express my emotions appropriately, nor for my attempts at creating an understanding in Doc at the same time. I still had too many feelings arising from my remarkable experience with Wyllen's enigmatic movement—short though it had been and virtually impenetrable by societal standards; and my feelings demanded I move them. Doc was demanding of my feelings, too; whether he knew it or not. But, I think what he really wanted was a "logical" explanation as to Wyl's disappearance; which, of course, still lay very much veiled in the vibrational residues of the experience itself. Mm-hmm. Residues. Full of it . . . which left me and my feelings as heir apparent. Me, my feelings and Spirit, as best I could express them, when it came again time.

Doc's complete understanding wasn't exactly my number one priority anyway. Not really. Not at this moment. Besides, total mental grasp was likely an impossibility—more than likely, if this was as new to Doc as I figured it might be. To me too, really. It keeps on escalating! 'Not to try to understand, Doc, just let it sink or let it bounce, but NOT to try.' Yeah . . . not to try. Some sort of resonance on his part was all I was really looking for. Some sort of attunement to the vibration, which was still very much present here, would suffice. If Doc could feel the vibration and run with it (like I was trying to!), then we would both be on-line together, as near as we could get to the source of Wyl's disappearance. Then, through the feeling-capacity, the energy still resonant here might reveal something to Mind. But—

How often (I think so) we confuse the intellect with the power of Mind. Intellect is not the Mind, nor does it have any real power of its own. Sure, it can examine, analyze, interpret, suggest and the like, in a reasonable manner. But for situations moving fleetly in the moment, the feeling-capacity is Mind's true source of power, not the intellect.

 . . . not the intellect.

[The word "fleetly" I'll have you know, had triggered me in that moment—that moment being a little more than a year or so ago when I was me being my Aces nurse-character. Fleetly — A. A.]

My experience with young Wyllen being so fleet, with so little time to digest it, suddenly returned my thoughts to Alaya. My stretch with Alaya had been longer, a lot longer, as I was given much more time to explore her training and instruction, sometimes painful (sometimes magical), as her lessons appeared before her, in the moment, and to a different degree as we discussed things later. Time serving Alaya, and our time together before her transformation, when she still called herself Dorothy (right?), gave me much more opportunity to observe and participate than time had allowed with Wyl. Of course, I had only spent a few moments with him, the rest of the time he had been . . . well, asleep.