The Seventh Direction

PART THREE: Stalking Violet. Episode 70

 ["D/A" narrates —A.A.]

Dear God. The door is not yet open.

I turned my gaze upstream, toward the headstream and those monster black mountains in the distance. They were clear to behold now, their snow-capped peaks lit up silvery-gold by the light of the Moon. "Not too much longer," I said to them, realizing we would soon be headed their way. 

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Soon. Always soon! I wanted to test my command of spirit  NOW, to fly high above the mountains and soar high above Wyl, just to see him. I wanted to checkout the Dreamweaver. I wanted to play with this power. I didn't. I needed to remain in the forest area and stay grounded. I needed to observe the developing-scenes, ripe with "the teachings," and not fly away—I/we would need them. But the ability to weave the Dream was here for a reason, too. Of course it was! But so too was the Dream-in-motion a fuel, a vitality, a nourishment I was receiving in preparation for our journey, and CLEARLY this wasn't the time to be experimenting with the power of dream-weaving . . . not unless it was in accordance with our journey.

"Power's in place here, all right. It's everywhere!" I could feel it radiant. I could sense it invisible, in between the dark and the light—it seemed to be on hold. I could see it, too, downgraded by degree, within moonlit colors of sky and landscape here. Ab-so-lutely awesome! Also, I could see such power hovering in wait upon the dark screen of mind's eye—nebulous, in a milky way. "I'd best be vewy, vewy careful (Fudd), with the power in place here. (Yikes!) With power period, and with my unsuspecting capabilities."

Me-the-observer was my best powerful place. Me-the-observer would move me just fine through my dream/vision/reality. Because, well, there wasn't very much experientially familiar here, what with the upgraded magnitude of possibility within Dreamvision now . . . not that the setting had changed. Much. Of course, the powerful radiance hereabouts, roundabout, made everything more beautiful. Much more beautiful. But it all seemed on the verge.

One erroneous move, one blunder on my part, and it all might turn to Hell!

For the moment, everything held fast. For the moment, I wanted to keep it that way. For in the wake of Dreamvision, behind the scenery, behind the forest and the plateau and the meadow ahead with a river running through it—behind everything, really, I could sense (see if I looked real hard!) something more: something else lurking and just as real.

All right, then. Carry on. I'm good with The Observer . . . for now.

Observing westward toward the mountains, I grew awestruck suddenly by a vibration of profound groundedness. I felt it, I sensed it, and listened. And the sensation/impression of the intense heat experienced by these Great Stones—a million or a billion or trillion or more years ago, when the Earth was purged by fire—washed over me. Then the far pole, the extremes of the frozen ages that had many times crept the land, followed up. Then all of their preserved knowledge (in the form of patience, these incredibly slow moving stone-people!) from in between those times and since, spread through me. A sensation like the quickening, which came to linger within.

And their profound, patient, harmonious presence of balance was sound . . . solid. Rock solid! And I truly felt grateful for the exchange. A bit surprised, too! For I understood clearly what the mountains had given me; but I wondered what I'd given them? If anything.

'The love that comes with sharing,' came the reply from deep within my silence! 'Sincere listening is also sharing: a talent that must be developed, a talent that is crucial if you are to find harmony in your life. And so, in response to SINCERE listening, we gift our vibration of harmony, a gift in support of finding needed inner balance, wholly necessary for reaching your goal.'