[You will remember when Old Dorothy and I had our little chat—when I was her nurse in another town miles away—when she spilled the beans. Bean, actually—when she blurted: "Old man me," then fell asleep. Not much to go on, is it. Curious, though.................Wyl narrates —A. A.]
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"Old Man me . . ."
"The Darkness vibrates! Feel the Magic, hear the Magic. Breathe!~~~~
(The Darkness speaks.)
"BREATHE!~~~~
(A gasp, a gurgling thirsty inhale................a flicker of light as Self realizes Self gazing at Self in a pool of black water below. Peering in, color storms atop the surface, spinning the reflection): an image unmelting, a form manifesting . . . and long-of-beard, white-of-hair, and misty, an old man sees an old man kneeling at waters edge. Quivering, a battered stick in his arms, he holds on for dear life— "Get up, man! The stick, man! Use it! Man, get up!"
Shaky knees. Creaking bones. Groaning carcass. "Ah! There we go."
Standing up, searching, large hills abound and towering snow-capped, monster black mountains emerge in the distance. Then a careful turnabout brings forth a perimeter of trees, a green meadow ahead with a river running through it, and a blazing light which cracks through the dawn.
(Which way to go?)
Gone from awareness is any thought significant; but Dawn's blazing Light and bright Sun warmth felt—these seem familiar as this old and wobbling body (growing stronger) absorbs their convincing rays.
(This appeared direction enough, upstream into the morning-light.)
Missing memories, not in mind, but "feet" have a mind all their own, following about some magnetic attraction toward their destination. Feet, Body, Thought, Wonderment, the white-haired Head seen misty on blackwater, and These Eyes!—Lo! Together, We would stay Balanced in our MOVEMENT through this strange new world before us enough to make sense of the MOMENT!
It was Light alive within These Eyes that alerted me to me: "Old man, old man me." Light came alive through feelings in The Body, so we turned inward for guidance—for if "I" had an old friend, that friend was here, within. "Old man.............blip.............old man me."
Light looked out to view wondrous new landscapes, and "I" looked long and hard. Light heard breezes through the treezes, and "I" swayed rhythmically, like they did . . . while Old Man Me stayed within himself, and we all walked slowly on. The winged-ones sang sweetly to each other, a-fluttering sweetly through me; and a hidden critter screeched a long-screeching screech, striking hard within my heart space. Ears ringing, heart pounding . . .
(Breathe! —two, three, four!)
Odd . . . curious discovering how "I" connected to the wind and trees; and by following their movement "I" felt their strength. More: "I" found that by breathing in rhythm to the birdsong "I" somewhat lightened my burden, which somewhat-lightened-burden rose-up like a message, with sudden importance and further impact.
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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...
