The Seventh Direction

PART THREE: Stalking Violet. Episode 74

[And reflection . . . no problem. Start there. "D/A" narrates —A.A.]

Our trip:

Both pleasurable and painful our trip had been. Somewhat fearful, as well. But I could see now, by having gone through the process, that my unknown soon-to-be-identified fear and pain would not be necessary in the future. We had created Beauty, Wyl and I—the pangs of birthing The Unseen inspiring our movement. Movement . . . movement. Movement had nixed the pain. Movement had, and fear of the unknown was gone now, for our co-created Love current was far too powerful to allow fear its repressive embrace. We had conscioused our movement—well, I did, I think so (where the heck IS Wyl?). Too, we had integrated our (our?) time of co-creation, in the moment: a triad Love co-creation with Spirit, with no conditions or self-imposed limitations attached, whereby the Energy in and through Self comes to realize purer form. Be that as it may, though, I DO realize our trip as the beginning of new experience, as a new and sweeter lesson—the appropriation of our each own truth, the expression of it, and then the appearance of the form that follows.

(Where DID he go?)

Wyl, I'm sure, was appropriate enough with his own expression of Spirit—rightly connected with his own truth and walked his walk with his own perspective of his OWN God. Probably he had work to do with his perspective, same as I had with mine: some finishing touches, which might account for his silence, also for his apparent time of absence during our rendezvous! And if my Wyllen was pure enough within his own truth, walking his walk with Spirit beside him, then his variation of God would be a Living God, walking and talking with him along his life-path. And If I could do the same—'if' (—I know. I know! We're both still working on it. We must be!)—and if we merged both our selves AND our Living Gods, different though they may be, how deep then might our "union" in Love be? How might it appear? Might it be everlasting? Might this be our foremost purpose here on Planet Earth, school of learning?—to co-create an everlasting creation: Love? And with pain and fear gone, would the Nature of Love and Its everchanging, growing, manifesting energy be returned to us, same as our mis-directed energies, mis-creations (misfortunes) return to us, seeking further and sweeter life?

Thoughts turned, as I fell faster . . . maybe spinning, maybe not. And I thought that the above might all very well be true. But where's my Wyllen now? And will there ever come a day when Beauty can be experienced wholly and absolutely for what it is in the moment? And is he okay? Is there forever going to be this need to integrate, analyze and record mentally the proceedings? It's mind-numbing at times, reflection! And . . . well, whereabouts is my Now now? One step forward, two steps back, it seems. Help me out here! (God?) (Master J') (Future Aces?) "Oh, the dark and light of it all! Our whole experience seems to be of disjointed nature. A chasm—gaping, it seems!—lay between beauty-in-the-moment and all of these thoughts about the wheres and the whys and how it all happened. Is it so difficult to just be?"

Our experience: Black and white, it seemed, on one level. And when compressed for the sake of clarity, the actual PURE being-in-it portion might be comparable to that scathing ball-of-light. And then the not really being-in-it portion, when fearful thoughts, concerns and what not more arise? 'The dark side of the moon, maybe?' And so (—Aces? You ARE here to help when I'm left to my own devices?), is the latter portion not symbolic of one lost in The Void, veiled by himself to the Beauty that exists, which can only be found when observer-me is awake: the Beauty, there in the darkness, moving toward purer form? But if one is to begin to perceive and participate with Beauty, one needs to realize that it is absolutely necessary he get himself out of the way! I get that much. I get it! So why am I in my own way?