The Seventh Direction

PART TWO: Inner Space. Episode 30

                                                                    [Wyl narrates —A.A.]  

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                                                     DIAMOND HARD

The call from Valley Forest/The Wood (pick) was clearly real. I'll need to head there soon. But for now it was good to return to the moment—to pace myself, to take some time, to not want to jump ahead or have to dig into compilations of the past. It felt good just to be. Some me-time. I stood beneath the tree to stretch.

Doubtless, my quest inwards had been stretched into areas of the unknown today. No denying that; and I felt in need of physical movement, to balance me and free my mind from all the uncertainties and unanswered questions arisen. Probabilities, timelines, glitches, portals, and other anomalies in the mix, didn't make things any easier. Still . . . I now had a feeling, a gut-feeling, that a framework of awareness, grown from an inner place, shielded me, and that today it had been strengthened. I would need all of my strength and awareness, to cope with the uncertainty of who I was. To stay cemented in my most prevalent reality seemed especially important now, which meant I would have to create—rather, co-create—a more solid-ground from which I might proceed to further unfold this mystery. Yeah. Little or nothing would be solved by drifting into thoughts, like: "Maybe I'm comatose!!"

Twilight, as Hawk had forecast, was soon to becoming the moment. In fact, it had already begun to creep round. The Veil was very thin at twilight; and so "not heading" for Valley Forest tonight seemed like a good plan. Twilight-magic had a different effect on me than day-magic. Last night would be proof of that, different work, shadows, creepy phantoms. Still, a familiar setting would be a comfort to my frazzled mind and body (I'm not staying here! But thanks Gnarly Tree, love you anyway) . . . and Hawk's warning shouldn't be taken lightly either: for twilight-magic, I think so, wasn't yet finished with me. But not tonight, please. My energy felt low. I wasn't prepared. The time seemed not yet right for me. —Still, I felt a deep veiled resonance with the Power-of-Twilight, advising me that if not now, one day soon she would return. Valley Forest would just have to wait—and so would the "doorways" accessible at twilight. I needed a break. So I set off to meet the night. Heading, north to the plateau. I gathered wood along way, and looked forward to communion with the fire, and, secondarily in its wake, the darker night upcoming. I hoped Twilight Magic would not seek me out. Or that she would be gentle.

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The fire began to bloom, like a flower-of-night, nourished by the dark element around her. I watched flames brewing and steeped introspectively into a summation of my day:

And it felt like something had united today, like two facets of myself had come together—a crystallizing, like some power had reached a new potential within me: a clarity, not so much with past situations that had recently unfolded round me and near shocked the living daylights right out of me! But an inner harmony, peace, and clear senses with which to relate and interact with outward appearances, when they came round again—new, right? Of course, I didn't yet have the total understanding of all that had happened to me, within me; nor did I know exactly how within related to without. The truth is, it was all much too tiresome to deeply reflect upon, and much too much for my mind to handle all at once. Really, there was no expectation for absolute mental-clarity round here, with regards to my recent past. Still, somehow, it had all been recorded.