The Seventh Direction

PART FOUR: Force and Form. Episode 106

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

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                                                       SEVEN STONES

___Sands of Time

Sleep had been sound. I stretched my arms. Yawned. Tried to recall the night's events.

Dreaming and looking for Wyl, I recall. At the plateau. He's asleep—not really there. Then flying with my Eagle Self, through the dream; some other neat stuff, and finding him. Or he, me. Then experiencing my version of Deep Memory and the Cosmic Mirror. In vision-form. I get that. Then experiencing Wyl's vision-version: the Cosmic Apple. Mm-hmm. That's what I call it. The Cosmic Apple. A WHOLE half apple. That's what it became. I can still see it in Mind's Eye. Maybe it is Mind's Eye! Still, something lurks in the further reaches. Something I don't get. Can't quite get a hold of—

The image of the rupture in Space (of its very bright light) entered my mind; then Dreamcatcher appeared (a little less bright), and a faint image of Aces came through its window. But it faded away—which wasn't too, too surprising. Of course, of course, I DO recall connecting with Aces last night. With some of her spoken words. And then those seven lenses of hers, and her satellite-images, and what not more? Is that what her faint-image was all about? Was she then (or is she now?) trying to get through to me? I grabbed my medicine bag (seven lenses), shut my eyes and waited. Nothing. Longer. Nothing. Total blank on the screen of my mind. Oh, well . . . and my current flow of thought and feeling told me little-more would be extracted from Dream images, and NOTHING from the medicine bag, at this time. Grandfather Sun was up. A certain hunger pined in my body. I got up and headed for Wood's End.

The Sun sure had beautiful effect on life in Valley Forest. It was the first time I had seen The Wood in daytime, and . . . I really should have given more of my awareness to the forest this morning—checked her out, much as I loved her—explored some. But my focus was elsewhere, on Wyl, and on this certain hunger within me that needed attention. Preoccupied, I took special note of the forest surrounding in this new light of day, and walked on, asking Spirit to meet my needs.

At Wood's End I stopped, turned, gazed at the Sun as it shone atop the tree-line. I breathed in its light. Once, twice, three . . . seven times, and felt it's rays stirring, cleansing, clearing the cobwebs left in the wake of Dreamtime. Amazing how Grandfather's rays quicken, energize, and fill me up! Equally amazing how my hunger on one front is gone! Amazing, amazing. I could likely find seven AMAZINGS if I searched real hard. But one more will do: Amazing how a new strength in body—my brand new force-body—and a renewed clarity-of-mind are mine now! I'm ready for a brand new day! Now there was just my growing excitement/anticipation of meeting with Wyllen that needed my attention. (Soon.) Excitement brewing. Anticipation. Like a breath of fresh air.

I followed the river, up to Gnarly Tree, and crossed over by way of seven stones near its mouth. Mouth? Skirting the lake, I noticed, on the far side, a bubbling amongst rocks, a white vaporous mist rising, and a full-circle rainbow hovering low above the black and glittering-in-Sunlight water. I carried on with hurried stride—intent—on up to the plateau, and was momentarily shocked to find my Wyllen and all traces of him gone. I circled round and scanned the area. Everything gone. No sign he'd ever been here! No sign of fire. No ashes. Nothing. Not even a sign saying this is test! An old, white-weathered stick lay upon the ground. I stooped to pick it up.