The Seventh Direction

PART TWO: Inner Space. Episode 27

                                                                          [Wyl narrates —A.A.]

"You have to, Doc! You have to! One more, Doc! One more!"

..........ZZZZCHUUUNK!!.....................................

I found myself hovering, moon-high above the ground, gazing tunnel-vision at my body spread-eagle on the earth below. Numb, but aware, I wondered that a vortex/portal/doorway, there by Old Gnarly Tree, had been activated to some further degree. A memory—no, more than a memory, it was a KNOWING: and it was something more. And like a bird to its prey, I dropped (a long, deep dive) swiftly and rejoined my body, and my heart began outpouring, and my feeling-world returned as down we plunged . . . down into the planet, via the vortex/portal/doorway, on the wings of a love for and in search of Mother Earth.

Consumed within the feeling, plunging, there came a sudden shrill screech. Hawk—as if she'd been with me a for time—was screeching her departure, as if from topside screeching, as if from far above and east, screeching; but faded now (kee-arr!), and then she was gone. But she wasn't gone, I still felt her, her presence, Hawk presence, still in the air, still in the atmosphere, still with me. And I felt grateful as the familiar feeling of being two places at once (DEADWOOD INTO THE FLAME!) out-pictured our continued movement together.

Spiraling within and through and deep into the core of Mother Earth, into a space-in-time forgotten, or buried in Deep Memory . . . then Movement slowed . . . slower, enough to allow me a moment with another guide who had only rarely been revealed to me . . . then stopped.

(And it might seem appropriate, if not odd at this moment of respite and recuperation, to briefly consider my Guide as being the very essence of The Sun Itself.

[. . . and why not? Grandfather Sun HAD blown right through him! —A.A.]

(And who created The Sun?)

[. . . and what is The Sun in the Higher Dimensions? The great Central Sun? —A.A.]

(And what is Its Essence?

[. . . and do our Etheric Doubles really live there? —A.A.]

(Questions. Questions. If only I had my notepad and pencil at hand, I could write these things down for future consideration. Mmm . . . but as it turns out, this brief moment of respite and recuperation is over! For our further movement began: swiftly but gently, like through the eye of a storm.))))))

I saw planets and stars, and sensed going back through time..................and the quickening. And faster than the speed of light we flew, faster than the speed of thought—for the quickening is the speed of love, without which love there would be no destination. And we came to rest above a planet, or a star. And I looked upon the planet/star, as though I were standing on the Moon and looking down at Earth; and a screen (like a movie screen) was hovering in the midst, magnifying the surface. There (below) upon this world, in this reality, in this dimension, in this Grade of Light, I saw a people living in harmony, a . . . a familiar people. Familiar! Family! And through a vague (scarcely distantly-remembered) but totally-pinpointed familiar inner-inkling, now came Movement: colorful Movement, like a picture-show, unfolding its Deep Memory story.

I watched, listened. And rested.

These were a Star of Old Souls, schooling in love. (How old? Pre-Big Bang? Who can say?) They had evolved to the highest degree possible there, and were living and walking their love: One with the Love that created them. They were happy, knew no sadness, were content . . . but . . . yet . . . still their creators created for them! Clearly this was a needed and necessary portion of mankind's evolution—clearly both an introduction TO and an infusion OF love (I realized): Core deep. But so too, I realized (. . . empathized [I realized] might be the more appropriate word), was I about to be shown a next step—a major step—to brought out of this scenario.