["D/A" narrates —A.A.]
Master J' smiled. "Certainly, love. Do take over." He put his foot back up on the picnic table.
I met Lady El's eyes. "The point is this," she said: "The thrill of burning love-based energy in order to create the needed speed for accessing the portal to old Tom's farm—the THRILL itself is love-based, intelligent and regenerative. Love added to love? And healing is similarly love-based, and imaging as well, dear. Need I say more?"
"No, I get it. The idea of healing a portion of one's elemental-body is love-based, and the feeling felt thrilling. And like you said, love poured through love is instantly regenerative. But is my elemental body going to be open to injury where we are going? Might I need to heal my—never mind, Lady El. Sorry. The lower-Astral plane, right?"
"You know yourself, love. But young Wyl's elemental body has already been somewhat, as you say, injured. That is partly why we we are here, right?"
(Love added to love, equals instantly regenerative, equals energy.) "Yes. I get too, Lady El, how traveling from one place to another by expending an amount of energy in a thrilling manner ('the portal, more speed!')—how it's similar and much more adventurous and much more fun than automatically, or near-automatically, imaging your whereabouts." (Mm-hmm, I'm starting to see how this all connects. And I might need all of it to help my Wyl.)
"And the point remains: energy expenditure and regeneration happen concurrently here . . . needs no never mind." El's smile grew. "Like a heartbeat. You don't even have to think about it."
(It happens concurrently, here. Here, she'd said. So I'm thinking it's a longer process on the physical plane.) "I see," I said.
"But DO you see—and let's never mind the physical plane—how this business all connects, here?" El was fondling a couple of silky blond hairs on her chin. Maybe she was. It looked like she was, but it was too dark to see for sure. Grinning, and blitzing me telepathically with I don't know what (but I felt it!), she urged, "Well, do you?" I let go the physical plane, and got back on track—sort of.
"Well, it's quite a mix," I said, reached over and stroked her chin. No silky hairs that I could feel. Lady El (wow!)—changed instantly into her black witchy traveling garb—blitzed me again! And I blurted, cackling: "Quite a soup, if it were soup. Quite a brew in the cauldron."
Looking at Jay, El hissed: "We witches have to stick together. Portals—" she was working a tangent, I think so.
Jay now had both mukluks on the table. He was leaning back against some imaginary picnic-table backrest, his arms folded across his chest, his goofy hat askew, his eyes serious. Serious—I knew that look. I knew what he wanted: "How it connects, Master J'? Do I see how this business all connects?" He nodded his head up and down, non-stop, while I was thinking where I might go with this. I took a long breath and centered myself. "I can certainly see inroads, but understanding it all is a whole 'nother reality and likely requires a little experience."
"Yes, your little-experience—" ('Did I just trigger you, Master J'?) "—your orgasmic expenditure and synchronous regeneration. And then some."
El's brows were way up. And she was back in her green, hooded cloak.
"And when you opened your cloak, Lady El, to show me your seven centers within your very bright light-body . . . well, I realize even more now how important my seven centers are. Energy centers, right? There IS a connection here, right? And sometimes to get to where I'm going in my dreams, I have to move myself through—"
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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...
