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.

"Beauty is the goal, Doc—LOVE is a no-brainer, I think so: 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 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 Wyl'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 for Wyl's disappearance: which, of course, still lay very much veiled in the vibrational residues of the experience itself. Mm-hmm. The residues. Full of it . . . which left me and my feelings as heir apparent. (Heir apparent?) Me, my feelings and Spirit, best I could express them when it came again time.

Doc's full understanding wasn't exactly my priority number one, anyway. Not really. Not at this moment. Total mental grasp was likely an impossibility anyway, if this was as new to Doc as I figured it might be (to me too, really): 'Not to try to understand, Doc, just let it sink or let it bounce, but not to try . . .' No. Not to try. Some sort of resonance on his part was all I was really looking for. Some sort of attunement to the vibration, that 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 Wyllen's disappearance. Then, through the feeling-capacity, the energy still resonant here might reveal something to Mind.

But . . .

How often 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.

[Fleetly. Mm-hmm— A.A.]

My experience with Wyl being so fleet, with so little time to digest it, returned my thoughts to Alaya. My stretch with Alaya had been 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 then, in the moment, and to a different degree as we discussed things further later. Time serving Alaya, and time spent together before her transformation when she still called herself Dorothy gave me much more opportunity to observe and participate than time had allowed with Wyl. Of course, I'd only spent a few moments with him, the rest of the time he had been . . . well, asleep.

Time spent with Dorothy/Alaya had been a gradual, incremental process, the vibration raising bit by bit as we worked with and learned more of Spirit. Our time together (baby steps, tick, tock . . .) had taught me that The Impulse (Spirit's spark) rising through the emotional-body of everyone, sometimes expressed as frustration, anxiety, anger, the negative-path, could also express itself (be expressed) as a much healthier and more powerful-force guiding one on his own personal journey through life if a body could get himself out of the way. If a body could get HER self out of the way (I'd learned from experience!) Spirit could even become the Voice expressing through one's own voice . . . out loud! (Mm-hmm!) Alaya and I both had been initiated into voicing spirit through our capacities, and it had happened when the vibes were the highest, just before she left for the Otherside. But the vibration—Spirit (the vibes)—during Wyl's disappearance was so strong that, plain and simple, It blinded me to my normal solid ground! It was so bright! Dear God! (Alaya once told me she'd seen Spirit so bright she couldn't even look at!) So powerful! But It had opened my heart to new things. Things I couldn't just explain-away the way they'd happened, the way they had appeared. Not to just anybody. No, a body would need some sort of foundation, some sort of connection to the Living Spirit, and doubtless some experience beyond the mental-plane if they desired to understand. Yes. It truly is amazing what Great Spirit will do with us, though, when we are open and willing to work with It.