The Seventh Direction

PART THREE: Stalking Violet. Episode 39

[Dorothy's poor hands. Her fingers crooked and curled. How many hours I would hold those hands, cradling them, caressing them, tears forming in my eyes. How many times she would make me laugh, and one would get away, roll down my cheek. I just thought you should know how much I love Dorothy . . .

                                                      Dorothy narrates —A.A.]

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                                    Dancing within the Dance

A little tired, I lay back wondering about the words said to Aces. About The Flow. About where The Flow came from. Doubtless from beyond me; and The Flow and the words had little problem spilling forth. Aces and her open heart and mind had played a major role, I think so, highly affecting the atmosphere and amplifying the moment. I think also that my Mary dreams, and others I had had, had had their ways of affecting me subconsciously and were now starting to open me up. Never before, however, having had the knowledge (the appropriate-knowledge) to speak about anything flow-related to anyone (not with authority nor as an advisor), kept me reflecting on our conversation. Relaxing, I curled up under the covers.

As I settled in, I felt the young woman's proximity (Dreamtime-me): felt her near, and wondered what her part in my sudden outspoken ability might've been. I hadn't noticed her during my time with Aces, but thought of her now as the driving force behind my unforeseen oral inspirations—behind the potential I was discovering within. To be clear, though, young woman or no, behind it all was The Creator. Great Spirit. That was becoming perfectly clear. And I was beginning to realize the steps that brought us closer.

But the steps, and Aces . . . and the order of things? Her desire?

And the phone call from her mom, providing a way? And our chat as to what might help her solve her conflicts with her mom, or similar ones? It didn't surprise me that her desire was being met; but her fear standing in the way? Well, you can't just leap over fear—Bambi. No, it takes many baby-steps to get beyond fear. It does! You have to recognize it, observe it, feel it, and see what it has to say, and Aces still had a few more steps to go; the last being that she face her fear in a real-life situation. Mm-hmm. But the order of things? The sequencing of her steps, so far? This had me wondering as I thought about Spirit's clue put right in front her in a real-life situation—the bag before the berries? Bonus, if you pick up on it and pick up the bag! Still, bag before the berries or no, I'm thinking any which way the steps appear, inevitably we always end up doing the work ourselves. I mean, the work Spirit puts before us and Spirit helping us when we're able to let Spirit in, which is usually the work in the first place, letting Spirit in.

As I grew more weary, and let go, mind's-eye suddenly re-pictured Aces coming into my room earlier tonight. 'Seeing her rosy glowing auric-presence happened suddenly,'  I thought . . . or was told! I wasn't sure which, and it didn't matter. The young woman—'Alaya'—was taking me over. (Alaya?!)

Wanting this deeply  I felt my desire and intention moving into shift. It was me in another reality that I was becoming, and I welcomed it as we drew near. Near. Nearer. And within the moment of shift  now there seemed to be a growing awareness emerging, taking on a third aspect: like an observer witnessing a force, a perceptible force—a manifesting force—creating a new reality.

. . . and dreamtime came closer.

The reality began forming and Alaya grew from within it, becoming aware of the process and the intent of the old woman (Dorothy). The intent. Intention. It were as if Alaya seized the intention and drew the desire to herself, completing the transformation from within the reality being formed. Dreamily her reality, old Dorothy's reality, and the aspect my awareness was in, were all coming together . . . until all I knew was me, Alaya.