The Seventh Direction

PART THREE: Stalking Violet. Episode 58

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

That last popped-bubble had the scent of Grandmother all over it (I think so), as she and we together tried to stretch the subconscious-mind into a new capacity—into a creative rather than a self-preservation role. I could feel our progress (a wee baby-step forward): a bit of unlocked energy added to me now. And I was grateful for that. And yet, I still sensed a few dark thought-patterns trying to win "the war" when the heart had already chosen love. A shady sensation that some fallen part of me was conspiring to remain separate remained—a remote (we noted), mistrusting, fear current in the mental faculty. So I returned (and 'we' let the bubbles fall, and pop, where they may) to our introspective journey—to clearing wayward portions of the mind; to establishing better communication with the subconscious mind (beast and/or shadow notwithstanding), and to helping Old Dorothy with her mass-consciousness conditioning (all one and the same, for our purposes . . .).

Pop.

"Oh, the mind in all its glory, endeavoring to expound a World of Mystery when only The Great Mystery can Itself do so. The Great (yet another ingenious name!) Mystery—through inspiration, through energy-in-motion, through our seeking It out (here in the moment)—can and WILL of Itself expound Itself through us. Still, the evolving intellect searches (relentlessly) for new meaning, by ravaging through the past which has developed it (which IS it!). And we, as a person (or as a nation), often refuse to look IN to the feeling realm, where there is motion, vortexia, inspiration, and the potential to find true meaning. Is it because we choose not to take the time, perhaps a whole lifetime, because it all appears to come too slowly (the meaning of life for man-on-Earth, that is—and baby steps, and his ascent into greater understanding) and is much too puz-(zzzzzzzz!)-zling and too much work with the Unknown?"

'Yes! There's enough reliable concrete-reality right here where I am—job, religion, other's beliefs and concepts I can adhere to! Best to forget my own search for an harmonious life—'

"Or is it because The Unknown is such a scary thing?"

'My own feelings scare me! Best to remain a sheep inside my pen. I'll make do. . . .'

Still within the midst, the popped bubble on hold, I lightly scolded Dorothy: "Love to hear you express, Doe, but . . . was that a touch of unrefined e/motion coming through? Your sarcasm?"

'Sorry. Just trying to make a point. No intention here of remaining a sheep inside my pen. I am totally done with that.'

"So then, best we express it—"

'But not into another's field, right?'

"As you say, and surely not without intentions of coming to grips with it and raising it up."

'It, of course, being sarcasm, anger, hurt, fear, pain, right?'

"Of course! And response to these things, not reaction, right?"

'Till another feeling triggers some rotting, lousy notion and we spin our wheels again. Right?'

"Yes, Dorothy." At which point the popped bubble resumed. Tough bubble this one. We listened in:

"If fearful, painful, or distasteful (lousy) thoughts arise, it is usually some sort of feeling that has brought them to mind; but man's preferred course is to shut down the source of his discomfort—his feelings. Yet it remains quite clear (doesn't it?) that the one and only (true) path beyond his discomfort is through its source: the energy-in-motion within the feeling giving rise to his demise: the pain (the fear . . . whatever). How often we are at peace, going about our daily lives, when something foreign (or familiar) triggers the emotional body and disturbing thoughts occur (or re-occur), and suddenly we find ourselves stuck in the middle of some-place-in-mind nowhere near resembling peace. Don't we?"