PART THREE: Stalking Violet. Episode 97

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                           ["D/A" narrates —A.A.]


"You see," Master J' said (progressive-reconfiguration, I think so), "at times you may find yourself in a raised atmosphere, similar to here and now, where your victory in accomplishing the realization of such heights renders you ready to transform some more fallen memories. And so you return to the lower-self to rework a pattern with which you still identify, therein and thereby reclaiming another lost portion of yourself. Rework—heal, reclaim your innocence—then you will return to your higher self and a raised position of balance. You have done this before, Alaya. You have been through the process. Take care when it happens again, for it will happen again. But each time it does happen, you must accept your raised plateau of awareness when you reach there—following Source within you, rather than the patternings of refinement of which we have spoken. You see, following past-patterns, in an everchanging world, is but another of man's addictions. Best to not to get caught up in past-patterns, however new or because you created them. Use them when necessary, then let the patterns go. The Wheel of Life bears everything before us, but when we reach balance, the focus is increase, co-creation, a next step beyond the refining/healing process." Up went a brow. "Only you yourself will know when you have truly reached balance with any situation or any thing. Accept that your balance-point is unique, unlike anyone else's—poles apart even—and be firm about it. Support your raised position of balance; doing so will guide you when the Universe calls you back down again to further strengthen yourself or to serve in strengthening the Kingdom. Use Love and Wisdom. Power is on the horizon. Adhere to the Unseen—Pure Being. Hold fast and seek IT in all you experience—within, without and through—co-creating with IT love and life-situations that share love. This, our sharing tonight, should give you a clearer working-capacity within which to raise yourself . . . also to aid in the evolution of mankind and to co-create Beauty," he concluded. 

"Andrea," Lady El said, "have you yet been able to make any further connection between the beasts within 'self' and those that we saw on screen in the thicket . . . those knotted, gnarly abominations housed within the lower-Astral plane?"

"Resonance between the two, for sure," Aces said.

"In the least," Lady El said. "Alaya, good job dissolving your cloak earlier; one step ahead of us," she chided. "Do the same with your memory of the procedure—dissolve the pattern and we will take you from this place. It is time to begin your journey. Your mission, however, for the time being, will remain in the realm of soon," she giggled, cast her eyes upon Aces. "Andrea, my dear, we are to leave you now, but will not be far away. We are closer than you might think. So feel and watch for us. Take the portrait of Wyllen with you, and Alaya's other gifts. (Prepare for your own journey.) Good night."

"Umm . . . you ARE taking Dorothy with you, right?" Aces checked.

"No worries," Lady El said. "We are, but Dorothy's facsimile-body will stay here. Only Jay could make that blunder . . . high-top, red running shoes?" Jay grinned. Aces smiled. I did as El said, and used the violet-fire, so as to dissolve the image in mind of Dorothy's cloak.

"Take a moment to say your goodbyes," Jay said. "Lady El and I are off to find Gertrude to say our goodbyes."

"In the least," El said. They floated THRU the door.

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"Well, I guess this is it," Aces said. "Here, take this. You should have Dreamcatcher."

"Give me a hug," I said. We moved in, closer. I put Dreamcatcher between our breasts. Aces smiled. I think she knew what I was up to.

"I know what you're up to, Alaya," she said. We embraced for a long, close moment. And when we broke apart, two Dreamcatchers fell to the floor. "I knew it," she said. "How?"

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