["D/A" narrates —A.A.]
9
Never Seen
I wasn't sleepy, but I did feel a familiar atmosphere around me.
Stars commenced to flickering, as night came rolling in. Sister Moon, rising, shone a cold light from between two block-skyscrapers. Jack Frost was forming low on the window, creeping slowly higher, crystallizing my pane, as tinselly sounds evolved up from the street below. Sparkling the window (—a lens aglitter), Jack Frost's and Sister's artform was exquisite, my imagination all but absorbed in the entrancing images now, as this window into The Magical unfolded. My body tingled with anticipation. It had been quite a day, so far. I moved away from the window. Me and Dorothy, headed for bed.
"What a day . . ." I thought, a certain resonance was channeling through to mind: "A day filled with introspection, wholly necessary to reinstate unadulterated (—untainted) the flow of energy through the seven portals of being. Crucial! Pivotal!" I reflected: "For if The Lifeforce was granted free-movement to complete Its cycle—from Origin to here, and back again—through I the vehicle, then Spirit-in-the-moment would surely guide me on my walk. If not, the circle would be broken."
Moreover (—with added dimension), IF NOT, that spiraling inward toward Oneness would be short-circuited, whereby dissolution, dispersion, dissemination, dissipation, disintegration (—and other deadly D-words: de-gradation and surely death!) would overcome. "Introspection" is a process which helps to clear my tainted memories, and my perceptions misconstrued, and my concepts and beliefs and conditionings coloring inappropriately the seven portals in my being. And my gifts-of-birth, of course, support the introspective (—sometimes lengthy) process aimed purposefully and functionally at bringing forth the needed Direct Inspiration essential for the raising of one's vibration and for accessing higher life. In my mind, and in my body, portals clear and a raised-vibration are both wholly necessary for accessing and experiencing Higher and Sweeter Life.
'Yikes! That was a mouthful!' (Tell me about it, Dorothy.)
The gifts-of-birth continued to be part of my work, one by one as I was led through them. If one were to look back, he might find that intuition (—first gift, color blue) had been of central note of late. But more recently, harmony (—second gift, black, introspection) had been the tool, a wonderful tool, a tool I would always use, if and when necessary. And just like all the gifts, introspection was a tool not to be taken lightly. Yet I certainly didn't want to make a career of it! No thank you, Dorothy! But a lengthy search through introspection was wholly needed in order to clear the second portal, so as to allow the Lifeforce free movement, and to familiarize myself as well with that second gift. Being clear with my introspective journey might suggest a lesson through love (—third gift, color of the Sun) was not far off . . . I hoped.
'But what a day!'
[Dorothy drops the dash (—dash), for the most part. However, she WILL revert back to default-mode, occasionally, on special occasions. —A.A]
Years ago, I would have ranked it as a day that began with my getting-up on the wrong side of bed. Bad mood, bogged-down, depressed, trapped in the rat race, hungover, withdrawn, cheeeeesed. A grave sense of well-being kind of morning. (Yikes!) Oh! And Dorothy—if only we knew the full scope of it, what with our day bursting (with bubbles!) with the pestilence of the past: our childhood conditionings, our stuffed emotions, our mental delusions. And what about that long lost memory, a memory (and more!) expropriating space within our being which could have been put to better use: a memory which for 90 years (umm, 89.75)—which for NEAR 90 years we have toted round with us? And its appearance today? So very much in the moment? In the Now? Clearly, it was like NO TIME for that energy which had been safed away for so long, collecting some form of nasty interest in our memory bank. Such . . . illusion. What a load! What a crock full with the "proverbial shit" as it surfaced to be dealt with (the illusion, yes?). What a burden to bear as I (as we!) struggled to realize higher ground, to—to uphold some form of concentrate-clarity, some extract of wisdom (some elixir of truth), some essence of Self in order to get beyond it. What a day, Dorothy! (More like a lifetime, wouldn't you say?) Mm-hmm. (And I just knew you were going to say the "S-word!") Well, just never you mind. Having conscioused our way toward a more lucid state—sharper senses, higher spirits, clearer feelings, nearer balance all round—we feel and know better now. Don't we, Doe? (We do, you know we do.) But what a lesson we went through—heart initiation, test of body, mind and spirit. And the beat goes on (and on).
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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...
