The Seventh Direction

PART THREE: Stalking Violet. Episode 48

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

"Do not—I repeat, DO NOT look at her face. 

"Still, if at any time you find it a struggle and cannot conjure her blind, have no fear; doubt no more. The safeguard is that Dorothy can call you back. —Perhaps we should have told you this straight-up? Mmm. The dead-Dorothy timeline?" he picked my thought: "That probable-reality is over and done, merely an insignificant memory. Dorothy is still here with you, is still tied to you, still has limited life and still remains of great value to you here in your old world. The other Dorothy is like a shed snake-skin. Yes? Do you have other queries? Of course you do. Go ahead then; but no talking, love, consciously telepathically only. Please."

'Well, one in particular sits with me,' I telepathized, vaguely recalling my thereabouts 7:00 p.m. time of meditation this night, as into mind's-eye, hazy and hovering, came The Wheel and the seven special gifts-cum-talents . . . then to be shadowed by the re-emergence of some intuition-based stuff alluding to how I would CHOOSE (and Aces and I had NOT yet spoken of this!) the seven gifts-of-birth which were different than the other six gifts—six I wouldn't choose. Well, it was all unclear—all pretty frenzied. That much was clear, and, I think so, Master J' was likely picking up on all of it. 'I'm not too sure about all this, Jay.' It's all pretty frenzied. It didn't come through very clear.'  I felt a bit jittery, all this stuff, and telepathy consciously with Jay, to boot! Sure, we'd done it before, but—

"I see—" Jay said. Why's he talking aloud? "Let's fire a little ripple into this New Teaching you first touched upon, when? at 7:00 pm? during your meditation? and again, only a moment ago?" His voice made light, evoking calm. And his brows raised, and his eyes glowed. "Shall we?

'Sure, Jay.'

"RECALL," he whispered (Master J' to the forefront). He whispered, but there was storm within his voice, toned vibrant with deep-directive and echoing; his face suddenly shaded, his glowing eyes receding into The Black (hollow eyes, dead eyes for a moment!). Then quickening—a pinpoint through The Black, oncoming, growing brighter, now BOL-bright (!!), a white-hot light come pouring upon my soul, fusing heart and mind together, Dear God—his beaming eyes struck hard my third-eye (laser-eyes!), stirring the depths of my muddled meditation, stirring the depths of my very being— "RECALL," he breathed, "THE WHEEL OF LIFE!"

"Recall, dear," his eyes returned to normal (almost), the amplitude of his unmistakable request calmed, and his face lit up, "the 13 gifts within The Wheel of Life: 12 round Its circumference—alike the birth months or Zodiac— each with their gift and influences; and recall your movement along each spoke, one at a time, positive toward the center—the core, the 13th gift of clarity—and on through the center but to return negative to the rim of The Wheel on the far-pole side. Clear?"

'Crystal,'  I fired back, feeling better, feeling clearer now, as more of my center opened through our sharing. Me, telepathy, and Master J' aloud, for the most part. (Wonder why?)

"Your seven gifts of birth are gifts of Grand Design," he schooled, "and because this is so, they change in accordance with Grand Design as It grows. They are YOUR gifts to take with you on your WALK now; but they must be nurtured into bud-form, and given also to flower into your awareness so as to guide you through further growth as it appears in the moment. For you, it is time. For many students, however, the bud, the flowering, the growth will likely never happen—not without much help—for their gifts have become seemingly lost over the course of time . . . or they have become suppressed. If the latter is the case, it is likely that the student has stopped seeking and now has great difficulty struggling through the many patterns he has fallen into. And for the rest, here on Earth? Their gifts have never really been consciously known; and so they avoid or find great rebellion in their efforts to keep up with demands of change. But we both know there is a way," his brows went up. Way up.