["D/A" narrates —A.A.]
"I love the nomenclature of Faerie—a moment or more of Mad Heaven. But where do they live, Jay? And where did that one you threw into the air go? And where did the light in your hand come from. And how did that fairy formulate? And—"
"It went home. It went into the Invisible Light, which isn't invisible when your consciousness is at a higher grade of light. You know that grade, love. You've seen that grade—and more than one way. You've seen it within Being, within the Nothingness of the What, which is not nothingness but Pure Being—your own example. You've seen the Invisible Light as infinitesimal green and red and blue and white twinklings, seen It there upon the vast black sea of darkness in your mind's eye. And you've been there—within Being—recently. Of course, not fully at the time, nor fully aware of all which that grade of light involves when being there. Your little-experience thru love, yes?"
"That was a lot of you'ves, Master J'. And yes, my 'little experience, and those stars in formation, and the ring of light, and what not more."
"And you realize Big Being now, and Its invisible light within you . . . different when comparing vastness of scale, however, but a sameness throughout?"
"Realize? Yes, I do. I DO," I said, like I was getting married. And maybe I was!
Master J' looked at his non-existent watch, said: "Time for one more question."
I thought about it. "No-Time." I said.
"No time for that now, later. Try again."
I asked, with no hesitation: "Am I dreaming right now?"
"Can you give me an easier one that." He sounded serious. Bogus, he wasn't. Though his face—
"You can do it, Master J'," I said, with the same bogus severity he had used.
He cracked a grin, but quit messin' around: "You were dreaming when this whole ascending, transformation thing began for you. But now there is only very little of the former dreamer left within you. At first it was all a dream, like a teaching dream—like an astral-traveling dream within a higher realm and school of learning. But dream and realm have pretty much become one now, and your old dreaming self is almost gone."
"Almost?" I was thinking of Old Dorothy. "Is Valley Forest part of the school?"
"Not Dorothy," he said. "Can you recall where we were when I showed you Toadstool?"
"Not far from Wood's End." I easily remembered. I wasn't senile.
"So, then—" he chortled, as if he might be arguing the senility factor "—how is it that you and I and Toadstool are here in the thicket?" I fast-tracked back. I hadn't far to go. And sure enough he was on to something. I can recall, back near Wood's End, gazing at Toadstool's cap, watching Master J' and Lady El walking, their backs facing me, up The Well and The Wild Wood old stone-walk. And then again through Toadstool's cap (not long after that creepy, succubus experience at Wyl's camp) as Jay fast-tracked-it back and started in again with his discoursing: with paradox and perpetual motion, and all that stuff, the second time through. But we're here in the thicket?
"I totally missed something," I said. "What happened?"
"I didn't make it happen," he countered. "Suppose you tell me?"
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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...
