The Seventh Direction

PART TWO: Inner Space. Episode 24

      [Wyl narrates —A.A.]

Back at camp (I suppose I'd never really left), I could feel a heat through my hands. I opened my eyes. I'd been blindly poking at the fire, exciting the embers.

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The rains had ended. Sister Moon had reappeared. Some unpurged matter had been unveiled, and the flames licked at the darkness once more. Those mutant images however, lurking in the shadows, they still mocked the light. They weren't a bother, though. Not a problem anymore. I knew their cause, 'Imagination projected on doubt!' and as long as I gave them NO ATTENTION they had nothing to feed on. Their depraved form of supposed-magic meant nothing to me now, for a little understanding and awareness of their darker-nature (they live—they scarcely live!—but a limited, miserable existence) rendered these beasts powerless. I would see to them another time.

It was more the noise in the North Forest that kept me on edge, reflexively reacting to any sounds coming from there. Fear was still a factor. Fear of bears, wolves, or whatever it was that lay behind the sounds, and I felt unsafe here, all alone—intimidated maybe by some those pathetic horror stories I'd heard or read about concerning their "violent" nature. The result was little magic, little Beauty in my surround tonight.

"But I'm not alone!" Deep down inside I knew Spirit watched over me. I just couldn't get beyond my darkness to believe it! I HAD reclaimed some small sense of calm and clarity, but, at this moment, the fear upon the surface of my mind wasn't helping me at all. This moment (and I think I can't hold it off much longer) had been predicted as far back and as subtle as in earlier dreams, and the schools visited there, and as recent and as blatant as a moment ago, via the counsel of The Voice . . . and I knew all too well the larger part of this lesson approached. Spirit was once again moving, I can feel that now! Thank God. But if I didn't take the STEP forward, nothing would or could occur to advance my situation! I had fallen swiftly from Beauty once before, on some other terror-ific level. But could I now step through my fear and return to Beauty?

Earlier, I had marked my territory, circumscribing it—yes, with urine!— same as the animals do. Memory of doing-so brought some sort of sanctuary. Then, like the split-second, came an impulse inspiring me to also fill the camp with my vibration, to let go and allow my energy-in-motion free movement within the "betokened" area. 'Mother Earth is my home, too! Her beauty and magic are part of me!' I cried, realizing this inspiration to be perfectly true. And as I felt myself move through one breath exhaling (I just blew it right out there!), I freed my essence from within the walls of fear, and met the area, informing the nightmovers that I knew of our spirit connection.

One unadulterated inspiration it was. Not exactly a STEP. One untainted self-motivated energy rising up from within . . . up, up, deep from within my illusion of fear. Then one thought ringing true: 'Deep, DEEP down at the root-of-existence everything is as One!' Then one action, one quickening breath, which, unshackling my chains, shattering my withdrawn-state—fear to oblivion!—went billowing out into the atmosphere. One swift and quickening movement, it was, fusing Spirit-within to Spirit-without, setting spirit free. And instantly there was new life in camp.

Energies merged. Within to without. And the camp took back its higher light. "The good magic's back!" I cried, the sound booming, bouncing off rock, echoing round the plateau, and my fear turned to a fine-tuned awareness, and my senses regained the world shared likewise when communicating with the trees. Following, faith returned. My needs were taken care of . . . and the sounds of the North Forest mix (and its nightmovers) grew clear of their distortion.