["D/A" narrates —A.A.]
___Active Patience (take two).
"We're not going to see Aces, are we, Lady El?" We were back at the Forest Gates, still within the midst of The Guardians, a few astray tree-energy particles blowing in the breeze. Fading out.
"No. No, we're not. Come . . . " El offered her hand and we headed back toward the thicket: "We need to talk," she said.
"It's Wyllen, isn't it?" I sensed sadness on the wind, felt sorrow in The Wood.
"Yes," she said. I looked narrowly at her face, hoping like hell not to see another tear.
"He's in trouble, isn't he?" I asked quickly, nervously. I needed to know.
"In fact," she said, "he's progressed well. But yes, he's still in trouble and needs you. Soon."
"Can't we go now?" I hurried her, my eyes watering.
"Not we," she said, "and not yet. I can't go with you, not in person."
"You can't?" (She can't.) "It was me. I did something. I—I changed the timeline again, didn't I? Didn't I, El?!" Her face was blurry. "El?"
"Not just you. And not necessarily in a bad way. But do you know how and where and when you changed the timeline? You tell me, love. But, seeing as I had a hand in it, and I'm supposed to be teaching you, I will help," she smiled, which helped to settle me some. And with her green robe sleeve she wiped the tears from my eyes, which helped me to see her better. But that's not all she did. "Tell me, love . . ." I felt it coming on fast.
I felt a sudden telepathic outpouring deluging me. I tried to put it into my own words: "My instruction," I said, and this was what I was picking up (and it might've been El, but I wasn't sure [Jay?], not enough to bet Aces' house on it, and [collywobbles] it likely didn't matter). "Well, my instruction tonight, in the form of REAL experience (collywobbles?), was a bodily-preparation more than anything else, I think so, preparing me by gently impacting my body with a form of energy which in the future might be—'will be!'—more intense." Deluge over. "But—
"But Lady El, I—I changed something at that old, smelly chicken farm, didn't I, when and where Level 60 made its appearance and I picked up on the interconnectedness of The Gridwork and The Wheel—though that didn't happen till after I realized we were NOT being abducted by aliens! And I know you said you had hand, El. But I did, didn't I? Change something? All by myself? Again? I did. I know I did, Lady El! My anxious-excitement, I think so, impacted the energy in the place, which caused or created a . . . rift?"
"True," she said. "Rift? Not exactly. And anxious-excitement? Well, God love you, Alaya, your poor heart was hammering!"
"A mental-rift, then? Or what?" I ventured, ignoring the hammering-heart part.
"Mental? You could say that. We WERE looking at that old, smelly farm-situation from a Level 60 or Upper Astral mental-viewpoint—"
"—and my excitement put us back, or it did me, to Level 40, where the Lower astral-plane has an impact?"
"Your excitement did, yes . . . AND your hammering heart. However, not the lower-Astral-plane proper."
"I'm still preparing for that, right? And tonight was a test to see if I could uphold the Upper Astral plane. It was, wasn't it? Of course it was. And I failed."
"You are still preparing, yes. But failed, no. Failure was inevitable; fully necessary for you to see your folly. How else could you learn?"
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The Seventh Direction
AdventureA spiritual, mostly fictional adventure, which takes place in both the 3rd and 4th dimension . . . and perhaps occasionally in the 5th. Under the umbrella of Mother Earth---School of Learning, Freewill Zone---the story, rather than looking at us as...
