The Seventh Direction

PART THREE: Stalking Violet. Episode 46

                                                                             ["D/A" narrates —A.A.]

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                                              Double-edged Sword

It was seven o'clock . . .

"Hello?" I picked up the phone, sat up in bed.

"Is Dorothy there?"

"This is she."

"It is?" Aces said. "You sound . . . younger."

"I am. I mean, I feel younger."

"O-kay. What's happened? Something's happened, hasn't it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, something's happened here too! But you first, Dorothy. Tell me. Tell me what's happened to you," she said eagerly, her excitement successful at rushing across miles of phone-line.

"How about we wait until you get back," I said, in attempts to slow the pace. "It will be more meaningful discussing things in person. Besides, dear, I'm pretty sure more good stuff will be happening, and I want to see you when we talk."

"But I won't be back for a couple days, Dorothy. What if—"

"Don't worry, dear, I'll still be here," I reassured her (myself as well). "I have something for you, and I don't plan on leaving before I give it to you."

"What is it? No . . . better not tell me, just in case."

"Just in case?"

"You know—"

"Annnnnng!" I buzzered. Aces laughed. "It's not just a story, I have a material something to give you, too."

"Okay, Dorothy," she said, seemingly more patient now. "Just as well. Everything's fine here. Tomorrow I'm going to a favorite place of mine, and starting early. So I better say goodbye. No. No, I won't. No goodbyes," she decided. "Call you tomorrow."

"Okay," I said, hung up the phone.

                                               ........................

God love Aces. I'm sure she'll tell me, but I wondered if the synchronicities were still happening in her world. Which wondering brought about the recall of Master J's latest discourse, specifically his reference to forthcoming events and how they would show young Wyl and I the way to our path and mission through synchronicity, or obviously without it. Mmm. Co-ordination points? Portals? Impasses, at times? A troll or two . . . riddles?

I meditated awhile. Time passed. Some information about The Wheel (the thirteen gifts on The Wheel—the seven gifts of birth  that we choose, the six that we don't choose . . . right, Doe?) ripped through, not totally grasped. (—So, just let it go.) So I did. I opened my eyes, no idea really how much time had passed. I looked at the clock: 9:03 p.m.

I got up and went to the window. Snowing. Took a long look at Dorothy's reflection, and suddenly became very nervous. Doubt surfaced. Followed by fear . . . the fear that before I was ready I might become permanently fixed in my New Reality if I were to shed my cloak, vacate the room and go there. A sharp pain shot through my head. Oh! "God, Dorothy, you sure DO look funny." But I'd been instructed on how to get back here! Told! A gift! But without Master J' in the picture now, I felt my confidence slip-sliding away. "God, my head hurts. It hurts! Dorothy!" (Pings and missiles, darting!) "Oh!" And I wondered if I could really do this (pings, darts, missiles, r-r-r-ockets!)—do any of it! I put my hands on the sill, my head to the pane, thinking the cold might bring some relief. I closed my eyes. Trouble breathing. Heart palpitating. Week knees.