The Seventh Direction

PART THREE: Stalking Violet. Episode 40

["D/A" narrates —A.A.] 

I was still a little unsure about this odd fellow in my room; yet Dorothy, after a moment, seemed to give over to Alaya; and I found myself asking, "What is it we are going to talk about?" Alaya, more so than Dorothy, wanted to call him Master J'.

"Draw," he said. I started to, absent of mind, and watched closely how the picture took form as I listened to him speak.

"I am here to assist you, my dear: to keep you out of trouble and to gift a few tools that will help you find the way to your upcoming mission. I'm here as well to answer questions—but not to interfere, of course—now and throughout, so that YOU," and he really stressed you, "will have a snowball's chance of completing your mission. Do you get my drift? Call me your guide, I suppose, if you like," he added, grinning. Always grinning.

"Oh?" I said, as I worked on young Wyllen's eyes. "Was it you who told me his name was Wyllen, and my own Alaya?"

"In part only, yes. The other part that told you was you!"

My recent episode with Mary and her teaching, God's-Image-for-man, touched upon my mind; then Joseph and the Immaculate Conception  followed up. A clarity with these seemed to be hovering, just beyond my awareness, and, as I was reaching within for clues, some particular-fallout  from dreamtime washed through me—a million tiny pinpricks, rushing through my head and down through my body, caressing my whole porous being. With busy hands I continued to create the portrait.

"All I can do at this time," he maintained, "is help you to remember who you really are, and how I relate to you. The fact that we speak without lips moving, should help you remember—as will what I am about to say. You can sleep if you like, it makes little difference."

"But I haven't finished the picture."

"Then continue, and I will begin," he said. I wondered if he might be blind? It didn't appear that he was . . .

"In much the same way that you are trusting within yourself to bring forth the image you draw, will you have to trust and rely upon your intuition—" he hesitated. I looked up. His brow raised "—in order to sense meaning and truth in the many new situations soon to arise before you. How is it that you can create this picture while not having seen the boy's face? What is it you draw upon in order to bring forth the clarity of the image you see forming before you? Your hand certainly shows no hesitation identifying the face of one you have not seen, or touched."

True, I thought.

"Clearly, it is love that holds the image within you. Clearly, Alaya's and Wyllen's spirits have touched and a transferal of information resulted. Yes, it has only required love between you, to re-familiarize your Self with the boy's essence. And so, by sharing love—by coming from your heart, then—you now see TRULY his essence in its imaged and newly-projected reality on paper. Similarly are you beginning to see within and through your dreams, love, your new reality and your new image forming before you."

This is interesting, I thought.

"By remembering yourself and each other as the One that you are, by your doing so, you are now becoming aware of using senses that are new to you—new only in the sense that these abilities are resurfacing to join and expand the capacity of awareness with which you each now stand. This is different for each of you. But only in the mind. At the pure heart level you are the same. Love sees to that. And the realities being created by and somewhat  for you are also new, but only in the sense that you have grown since you last stood together within this . . . realm. It is particularly important for you to realize that each of you has co-created your own personal reality  different; and perceived as such. Yes, different. It is all-important, as you will see."