["D/A" narrates —A.A.]
"See the flicker?" Wyl said (silently). I could see it. Clearly on screen. It was a familiar flicker—a shrunken white-hole, become foreign now as it had tinged itself with blue. It zoomed in closer. It braked and hovered—an "orb" now, a blue world a-hover revealing some of my own grown and changed familiar-bits and -pieces and -memories and -perspectives, a world as well showing Wyllen's foreign but fitting . . . well, we'll have to wait and see, for his bits and pieces were fading away. (Master J' had said I would have to help Wyl. But where and when does interference distort the equation? Or does it distort, when in the face of innocence?)
On screen, a vast belt of Black Space surrounded the world a-hover. And the world a-hover—the orb, though still a ways off—doubtless belonged to our night on the plateau, when at camp, during Dreamtime, we had made out-of-body love. Mm-hmm. Particularly it belonged post-orgasm, the world a-hover (I could feel it, passionately)—and the world a-hover reacting, responding now, was beginning to show the onset of our mind-blowing orgasmic aftermath—familiar, but comparatively changed from what I'd seen through my eyes then. The seven colossal smoke rings, though, they were the same; and the stars in formation, dancing, configurations, constellations (God!), the same; and a soft music, NEW, a long ways off, way in the background; and the ring of light, the same, spinning and tipping itself over, and over, and over, till brilliant a ball-of-light appears seeking YET a third direction for movement. And I recall wondering then how a mass of stars could spin round and round, form a solid ring, then the ring tip itself over and over, faster and faster (till . . . here comes the ball-of-light, zipping across the Black Belt void, headed right for me!—Us!), and faster, without blowing itself up? (?!) And I highly suspect NOW that the world on screen (at that time, then)had been showing what my Wyl had experienced then too! Boy, what a mix! Not that I remember relating any of what I saw (felt is a different story) with what and how he might've been seeing it, then. But how he was seeing it now? Well, his perspective was foreign in the least, seeing as how I could barely see his stuff and his bits near-faded away—seeing too as how I was seeing it all perspectively through "rose" colored glasses, not through blue ones like Wyl was! 'Girls wear pink jammies, boys wear blue . . .' (What?)
What did I just—
"Did you hear that, Dorothy? Was that Lady El? Maybe Aces?"
'Dear me, jammies? You'd think we were seven years-old!'
"Wyl's experience being different than mine?" I'd suggested the very thing, not so long ago, referring then to Wyl's and my little-experience (sigh) in response to Jay (sigh) after he'd stopped bugging me to find my secret place and said "Questions?" Well, maybe I should've bugged HIM more, then, about my secret place, because, per usual, Jay didn't say much . . . and I'm off on a tangent (sigh). But Wyl's experience being different than mine? I now realize that what Wyl and I had experienced cost us. Cost us because we couldn't make the grade. "Dearly for me," he'd said, when he was talking about The Light. "It almost—" I think he'd been about to say "killed me," but he'd cut short. Mmm. For me, though, not so much: I don't think It almost killed me, not that night, that long-orgasmic night (though Jay had said The Light might, if I looked at It), but I could have easily thought I'd died and gone to heaven! Still, other stuff had almost killed me. Me and Dorothy stroking-out at the window that one time. But me and Wyl? During our "little experience?" I'd merely missed a chance at following that sweet-urge on up. (Yikes! Merely?) What had my Wyllen missed? And what am I missing NOW by choosing to contemplate?
Missed and missing might not be the appropriate words here—for I'm still observing the on-screen-world as we speak! Wyl's words, his silent words: "—trial runs," work much better for missed opportunities. Trial runs. Jay's words, though, answering my query, "Wyl's experience being different than mine?" Was Jay talking then about another side of The Wheel? I mean, not the dark side of The Wheel. I mean, does The Wheel have three sides? It might. I recall:
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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...
