The Seventh Direction

PART TWO: Inner Space. Episode 32

                                                                             [Wyl narrates —A.A.] 

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                                     ESSENCE OF SUN

Totally re-emerged, I found myself back in Soul school. High spirits remained with me; and as I glanced at the circle of seated students—smiling, knowing, eyes of recognition—I knew they reflected my own. My eyes rounded the circle, and although at some level I recognized the students, consciously I did not . . . not until my eyes came to rest (straight across the wheel) on the young woman: on that beauty I had seen within the beast in a recent time in another place. My heart thrilled, but an image of the beast reared up between us (nasty beast!), rousing within me too many remembered sensations, of shock, of struggle. Of death! My heart raced, threatening to awaken me from the dream. But once more, in familiar fashion, the young, golden-haired woman bled through, and something much stronger than desire met through our eyes and held me.

Beyond heart, beyond mind—something Soul-deep rose up in a rush; and there, where our eyes and that something more met, two radiant beings appeared. Misty in the air, about half-manifest, I saw how their pink and blue energies (a mass of driven-light, snaking between each other and also within each body!) brought them fully to life, creating the image—creating seven rainbow-centers within both beings (red at groin, through to purple within the light within their eyes. Bright eyes!)—and in No Time they clarified and touched down upon the ground. Clear now (and I'm totally the 16 year old student again), I recognized my teacher as the only Master Teacher I'd ever known. The Lady at his side seemed familiar: Not visually, as such, but a familiar presence. She stared at me, smiled and winked (Hawk the Messenger?). But for the most part she remained unknown. They moved scarcely apart. Sparks flew between them, then the sparks winked out. They communicated: "Welcome."

In unison, we responded our greeting. Silently. There were no words aloud.

We eight students were asked to stand and embrace each the other, so as to collectively harmonize ourselves to the one frequency. We arose and followed each other, in circular fashion: one by one, embracing in turn ("no bridges, full body contact,"), aligning our seven centers, our seven common centers, our rainbow centers. —Our chakras. Snuggling right in there, touching from chest to groin, with arms wrapped around, we soon came to know each other vibrationally . . . spiritually, I suppose, in essence. Next up, I stood facing the young woman (that long-haired, golden-haired beauty!), and here we were told to stop. The Masters began their explanation, alternatively speaking where it was fitting.

I felt a certain rhythm invade the atmosphere—as the Masters spoke in turn. We four-young-men were asked to simply take hold the hands of our partners and look into their eyes—the reality being that because we were partners (and this would yet be explained) our embracing would arouse in each other a feeling of such intensity with which we were not yet ready to deal. So they said.

"The eight of you are all partners, in pairdom, " the Lady claimed. "You do not yet remember this, but you know it to be true . . ." she raised a brow: "And so, my loves, without your having this memory alive within within your consciousness, your emotional-body would, if you were to embrace your partner, become a much-scattered force and the vibration felt therein send your minds reeling in search of a connection that you cannot find NOR make within this realm." (That was a lot of "yours".)

"Together we are a group of ten," she said, and gave me the look. "The Master J' and I have been your first and foremost teachers, this lifetime and before." Her eyes grew brighter. "Yes, but in THIS lifetime, the eight of you as partners—each pair, each couple, has a task to perform and complete, a task that we in ways will be able to help you with; but for the most part you will have to search it out on your own. What we give, and will continue to give, are TOOLS that you'll need in order to evolve into your potential. And, of course, image-making—" she cut short, still looking at me, said "—strike that," then looked hard at Master J', as if her saying "image-making" might be interfering. He was grinning. She, frowning, backed it up a step: "And although they might be common teachings—still, they are personal tools that you will use throughout the rest of your life, and beyond. Tools for growth. Teachings AND tools for direction and growth. Not written-in-stone direction, of course, these teachings and tools, but guidelines—guidance to help you find your own way."