["D/A" narrates —A.A.]
"Don't you like being naked?"
"Well . . . sometimes," Aces said.
"I suppose we all do, love." (I hope I can hang on to Alaya this time. If not, this uniform's toast.)
"Yeah, like the Incredible Hulk," she laughed. (Aces, God love her, hadn't seen or heard Master J', I think so, when he was telepathically talking about love and what love can do, and how even Lady El and he could not be sure of the outcome when and where love is involved. But . . . she'd obviously heard me!)
"The Hulk," I agreed." For once I knew who she meant. "Just Imagine . . ." I stood up, started to put on the uniform. Had it over my head—
"Look!" she pointed to her chair.
"Oooh! Nice. I hope it's spandex. Just in case."
(Through a buttonhole), I could see, folded on Aces' chair, and much more appropriate-looking and much more my style, that yellow blue-belled frock I'd worn for a time, there at The Well and the Wild Wood. Nice. The old nun's uniform was way too tight anyway. Bent over, I had it part way over my hips, struggling with it. "Help! I'm stuck!" I turned toward Aces. She started giggling, laughing, holding her stomach, and took her sweet time. I won't go into too too many details here: I'm sure Aces will tell you all about it, if she feels that embarrassing me might be a good thing. I felt embarrassed enough, already.
"Em-bare-assed," Aces said, still giggling. "Maybe In some roundabout way you shrunk the uniform. Maybe somehow you managed to imagine it smaller. Like when you imagined the Hulk bigger." Well, she had me there. She also had me in other ways. She could've tickled me to death, if she'd wanted to! She didn't. It wasn't easy getting the thing off. It took a minute. (Enough said.)
I donned the frock. No problem there. The Hulk hadn't done anything to it. It was still the right size. "I'm staying right here in your chair, Aces . . . just in case."
Aces looked at the clock. "5:05. Only nine minutes left," she said. "What else?" She folded the nun's uniform. "I'll just put it away, in my bag . . . in case."
Put it away. That twigged me—back to just before Jaybird interrupted us with his tap-tap-tapping on the window and the clock flap-flap-flapping back. "No, not to put it away. Embrace it. Own it. Breathe it. Feel it. Stay aware, and, if the shoe fits, observe it. It all boils down to acceptance—"
"Accepting it?" Aces said.
"Acceptance with Awareness (—color brown on the Wheel). Accept everything, but stay aware." Aces frowned. Dorothy had thrown Aces a curve. I threw her something else, in a good way. I owed her one, for not tickling me. (I would've tickled her!) And so . . . and I might be going out on a limb here: but I AM going tell Aces more about Master J' and Lady El and The Wheel of Life and the seven gifts of birth. Come what may.
"Love, we both know Master J' sometimes takes the form of Bluebird—Master Jaybird, right? Lady El sometimes shapes Hawk. I have also seen Lady El take the form of Grandmother whom introduced to me a version of the Medicine Wheel—a brought to Earth, stepped down stretched out version of The Wheel of Life, which Wheel in Itself is very much a Great Mystery and said to be a metaphor, Aces—a metaphor—for even those in the highest places can't really say or know how things truly are. Lady El gifted me seven gifts-of-birth, though I chose them myself intuitively—each gift with a different color, and virtue, chosen from the thirteen gifts on The Wheel: twelve round the circumference, like a clock—"
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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...
