The Seventh Direction

PART TWO: Inner Space. Episode 25

'. . . subconsciously. And lastly, my son, know well that you will need all of your love: to bestow upon, to connect with, and to share with the lost-love that still remains hidden beneath or yet locked-up within your fears~~~

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____Great River

Sounds through the stillness.

Tweets and twitters. Cheeps and peeps. 

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Bird sang to the Rising Sun, and I awakened to that place in between.

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Channeling back through stillness, a doorway  opened to the deeper experience of the night—a portal, a dark one. And I looked through the portal upon a far body, a lightbody, a flicker, a fragment of dream. On through the portal, a sudden burst, and the lightbody exposed itself like a sky full of stars on a cool, clear night. A gazillion stars twinkling—a vast, showering, dream-substance twinkling. A body of light, full of energy in motion.

Rooted deeply within this creative substance, the realization of "God in me" (I realized) awakened a faint lighted ball to form—which ball spiraled out and through the starry-self, still, vast and visible. And the ball felt like the son. And the starry-self like the mother. (And the rising sounds of morning played on in the background.)

The starry-view and the ball-of-light drew nearer waking-self—closed, loomed, merged, and we became three united as one. And the sight shaped a symbol. A triangular symbol, it was, turning pink, beginning to spin . . . and it circled round the heart-center of waking self, hovered there, prevailed, then reversed its spin, turned blue and moved again, sphere-like, to touch also upon the mind. Warmth of heart and cool in mind, they remained, but the marvels arose and spun on. Two triangular symbols now, mixing it up, merging themselves purple . . . and, rising through to pure crystal white—as one and balanced—they evolved on into a clearlight six-pointed star and settled at the center of "being."

. . . and the rhythm of a forest dawning grew louder, rising to another day.

The star at center of self lit-up other centers of the body. The triangular portion in mind sparked new landscapes in consciousness; and the peace in my heart suffered a warm, loving feeling as thoughts of Morning Sun came to rest with me.

'But how is it that self realizes Self, yet remains detached enough to observe its higher nature? To consider heeding its call? To bear it in mind? To "know" it?'

It made sense in the moment as I felt these things through, but near awake now it was all fast fading—Dreamtime away, into the distance, into oblivion, lost to mind, merely an inkling —and the knowing grew a world away. The moment had moved on, no doubt, to return anew when The Wheel of Life brought me round again.

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I opened my eyes for the stillness had gone, and I think I truly felt loneliness for the very first time. Why? It was difficult for me to leave this realm. Why? I couldn't be sure. The heightened senses and creative thoughts and connections, in which I was rapt, not to mention those special teaching-dreams that often make an appearance during peaceful morning-moments in between sleep and wakefulness—consciously rapt, that is—indeed made it difficult for me to let go these warm and wondrous feelings, which I knew were but mere inklings of the higher, richer dream-experiences in deeper sleep.