[Recap: THE VOICE: "See through your heart-center, lay it on the line.................the timeline of many dimensions as The One Dimension: The Unseen, The Unknown, God and Love. The mind ALONE cannot see, but the vulnerable heart can read it all, for the Vulnerable Heart remembers Love, remembers God's Dream, and the purpose of life on this planet. So remember to follow your heart, it will guide your feet on the journey.
"Remember also, change IS . . .
"Enjoy your three days in The Womb—the HALL of RECORDS. Listen to the wisdom returning through your bones, it is your record, your rhythm. Recall the Ancient Memories as they come to you, you will need them, you will need to apply them to conquer your pain and Death's Door. And if ever you find yourself lost along the way, slow down a little and look WITHIN for clues. You WILL find a marker and pick up the trail~~~~~~~
Young Wyl from within his coma narrates —A.A.]
The still, silent voice brought my delirium to the surface. It lay there a moment, fragmented and lingering, memory of the voice and my delirium, and it diminished just the same. Faster now, diminishing . . . shards and shatterings, broken-memories, into oblivion, fading away.
Kiss your memories goodbye, I thought, watching them fade into the black. But I tried to hang onto them! But they kept fading away . . . fragments, starry, burning out, out of reach, beyond recall, beyond of mind. Amnesia, or what? I don't know, but I still had feelings about me: I could feel something, something new, a new air permeating, a new order invading. I could feel myself awakening!
I felt wires attached to my body, to my head as well, and heard buzzing and higher-pitched frequencies and the garbled sounds of too many people talking at once. I looked for an inkling— for some idea of where I was and what was happening to me. But I had no idea, couldn't seem to remember a thing! Nor could I talk. Nor could I break through to see what was going on. Not much I can pursue in this direction! No, all I could see at this moment was this movement.............this sensation fading along on the screen of my mind.
And I guess I'd been out of it for a while. Or longer. Where? If I could only recall. But that still, silent voice I remember, reaching through to my bones and to some other foundation of some Long Ago past, I think so, to . . . to some obscure foundation within me akin to this Certain Rhythm that was putting these sensations out! But it was only a feeling now, a mixed-up feeling, and near meaningless, for movement had checked itself the moment my focus shifted. And as I came aware once more of the goings-on outside me (goings-on I was as blind as bat to!), there remained on the screen of my mind one last surviving fragment of some forgotten dream, shrunken to the size of a pinhead. Actually, it looked more like a pinhole, far out in deep Black Space—a tiny pinhole with light coming through it. And it seemed the only direction I had left.
"They can't hear me!" I'd tried talking. Yelling. Screeeeeaming! Didn't work. Maybe they were all deaf? But I could hear . . . the din, the racket out there was enough to drive you mad! And these wires? And that awful smell? Phew! Antiseptic! (Oh, man!) Still . . . I did feel fortunate to have some of my senses working. This is good. But I could see squat out there!
. . . what I could see, however, was that pinhole (in here).
Lack of voice, lack of stability, lack of understanding with all that was happening and the need for clarity (for groundedness, for something solid, for anything to begin with!) was beginning to concern me. I felt confused and frustrated, and near to passing out. Yet . . . by willing myself to focus, I soon realized movement and brought what was clear, the light, round me. Or—I'm moving through that pinhole? I don't know. And no matter, I'm too beat to chew on it now. And besides, I can't for the life of me remember how to chew on it (figure it out). I do recall, though—yes, I still have my recall-capability, there just isn't much I would call memory in here at this moment!—that the more I saw coming through the light, the more I let go, vacating where I'd been. And the din of people talking grew faded, barely audible. And it all made little sense.
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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...
