["D/A" narrates —A.A.]
Having let go NO TIME, also Aces, also Master J'. also Lady El and their involvement in what was or was not really going on, my thoughts as to my meditation (and how in combination with last night's Dreamtime my thoughts and meditation [not to mention Trudy's "seeing" Toadz, and Trudy's hearing about those "lucky" sevens] might relate to my purpose and to the necessary Universal conditioning which would then allow me movement on through the center to the next level of Wheel) came first and foremost, leading me right back round to Master J'. Back to what he wouldn't tell me. Back to his resonant words entombed within my being. Words as to the importance of my secret place. My secret place, which might very well need to be there in consciousness before this night was over.
Clearly the figure 8, arrow and all, was suggesting balance within the center of my being (yin/ yang), and moving forward with it. Or moving forward to ATTAIN the necessary balance, for I was still here in "sooooon-mode", wasn't I? The coal and the diamond thing, however, hadn't exactly been clear cut in my mind during meditation, but now—right here and now, in the moment—it came on as a glaring revelation. The thing was a reflection, obvious now: the coal and the diamond reflective of me, and highly suggesting that last night's Dreamtime (a spiraling to the core and back again!) had had compressing aims towards my place of balance.
'Coal into diamond?'
Dreamtime's goal of raising my vibration, that much I understood. Clearly. And my meditation's compression-factor (unrefined coal-black dense gem pressuring itself toward rarefied form), was graciously understandable, too. But my secret place, dead ahead and right through the center of it all?
Where is this place?
Nada as to my secret place. So far. A blank. 'The next page of my unfoldment must be up to me, then,' crossed my mind. Mm-hmm. So I turned my eyes inward, and the "Coal and the Diamond" reappeared, changing. And moving fast! There in mind's eye the glossy dark coal, yanging its black self through a glaring White Hole in deep dark space, suddenly caught fire, picked up speed, headed further into The Deep . . . arcing . . . rounding . . . small . . . smaller . . . smallest, a pinpoint . . . and gone. Round the curve. Time passed (no relative or qualified idea really how much time anymore), and kept on passing. I stifled a yawn. Then with great speed it (the pinpoint) yinned back through a dark (so I'm guessing here) tunneling Black Hole . . . arcing . . . rounding . . . big . . . bigger . . . biggest (uh-oh, look out inward eyes!) and it slammed. And I blinked. Then I unblinked. No, it had stopped and was hovering, glittering, almost smiling there before me . . . and it had grown Diamond Hard. It was bright, bright brilliant, extremely bright and hard. But I could look at it! No problem! So I did. And I waited. It just hovered there. Then blink, it was gone. Nothing but blank space. I waited some more. Nothing.
I opened my eyes and waited. (Nothing.)
What's this got to do with my secret place? (Anything?)
What should I do?
Then Aces ricocheted through the door: "Hey . . ." she was all out of breath.
"Hey," I said, fairly surprised, smile growing on my face. "What's the big hurry?"
"Just . . . checking. First things . . . first. I needed to make . . . sure," she huffed and puffed.
"Sure of what? And what comes second?"
"Had a hunch . . . but . . . I need to check-in at the station."
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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...
