["D/A" narrates —A.A.]
Yep, that's just what I'll do. I'll ask spirit what No Time is.
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Sister Moon was on the move again. One last disco-glitter flickered on a bough overhead. It was time to get down to business. No Time aside, I had but two measly days to find Wyl, help him through his difficulty, get him to the Sentinels, out the gate, and into Aces hands. Then get myself out of here, back into 3D, and bring him back whole—whole again. But how will Aces get him back to the hospital? Wyl is force! Wyl is all force, up there on the plateau (and God knows where else!). And his form's in Room 514—in the physical world, there in a coma. Dear me. None of this sounds very easy. And me finding him round here? So I could help him? And . . . wouldn't it be nice, so I could talk to him? But how am I going to do that? He's always asleep.
Lying on my back, fingering the medicine bag, I watched that lone glitter flicker. An idea began brewing. I let it brew. Brew. Brew (. . . Aces and I will soon need to connect). Brew. Brew. (We both have medicine bags, we're both aspiring witches, and we have Lady El on our side.) Brewing. (But I have little idea what Aces [my Aces, or if Author Aces is available] is up to right now, or will be up to in the near future . . . nor where she might be now—or then. Likely brewing a tea. How WILL we ever connect?) Never mind. Time to move on. Time to suffuse the depths of sleep. Time to find my Wyl and see what's up.
I shut my eyes. The lone, tiny flicker flickered madly on my lids. The tiny flicker grew through the darkness. The flicker approached. No, a mis-take. I was approaching the flicker. A sudden breeze—a cold one. I opened an eye and peaked out. A habit, likely not a good one. The flicker was gone. I shut my eyes. Gone from my lids, too. (Old Reliable, I guess:)
I breathed deeply, felt my body calm and my mind drifting into a sleep blanketing over me like a warm, woven quilt. In time, the dreamer within and I together began to awaken. I felt myself floating up, and up, waxing into the beyond.
Hovering over Wyl's camp, I overlooked and felt for him. I tried to connect with him . . . went right down beside him, inches from the ground, but soon realized that he (like me) was not in the sleeping body. His breathing was shallow, his eyelids trembling, his sleep deep. REM.
Where is he? I NEED to find him!
The Dreamer rose up (up . . . up) swiftly into motion; and like an eagle soaring we headed west toward the black mountains. Following the river, beyond Wood's End, the grassland below a faint dark tract flying us by, we were instantly (—redundant) on our way. Other senses, third eye, third ear, third smell, soon forewarned of heightened vibration—a body-feeling expanding; a body-feeling mounting, growing—an energy field, an energy transfer-station, a door-way, a flash of light, a leap in consciousness . . . waiting . . . waiting (hang on, Dorothy!), we blitzed through a portal in being which (—witch? "Hey, Dorothy!")—which instantly, startlingly, upgraded the feeling.
'Hear we go!'
"Yes, Dorothy. Yes. Here we go."
Flight of the eagle-self came smooth, airborne over the countryside—though it felt like I (—we) and Mother Earth were winging our way past the moon and gathering speed toward the stars in the deep, dark distance of space. A bit off balance, due the peculiar feeling of eagle and Mother Earth and I (—we!) and this escalating energy, suddenly I ripped through a next station (a flash, a leap) and saw a sea of red, far below and above the mountains—a Sea of Red, lightnings, and that lightning-gridwork Grid-of-light. And within the feeling (upgrading), the eagle-self and Mother Earth and I (—and The Dreamer), all as one, raced through space—and we leapt through a third station; and the eagle-self peeled off. And slow, slow-motion our movement seemed now, but of course it wasn't, it was a movement quickening which felt like Pure Spirit in search of Itself. And it was wondrous. And it was mindboggling. And the eagle-self may well have been Hawk.
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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...
