The Seventh Direction

PART FOUR: Force and Form. Episode 116

[Dorothy, the magically awkward dreamer, takes back her slash: (—). And Alaya: (like this): No slash. We need to be clear here. Time is growing short, and the Power of Twilight is not much longer. —A. A.] 

Hawk suddenly flew from our post. Darkness appeared fallen the moment the Discourse ceased. But the Blinding Light, though fully collapsed within Itself (—it had winked right out!), was still exceedingly bright upon my consciousness, blinding my ocular senses, or Hawk's ocular senses (—or mind's-eye), but only temporarily, I soon realized, as vision recalibrated and we began our return flight not through fallen darkness but upward through twilight.

Up, up we went, away from the set Sun and the red sky at night, in an easterly arc. Climbing, to sustain the power of twilight—

'Ready, Alaya?' 

('Are you leaving, Lady El?')

'Let's just say we'll be going our separate ways. Ready?'

I felt a sudden swift vibrational shift, as El laid the flight on me: ('As ready as I'll ever be, I gue—')

'No guessing, Alaya.' 

('No guessing.') 

'Off you go, then, child. And remember your gifts of birth—especially their colors. You'll need them. Soon.' 

"Here we go, Baby!" I fueled our source of power. We continued to soar. 

Updrafting high above snow-capped mountain peaks (—night-capped peaks now), we were all of us soaring, when a second sequential step up in vibration occurred: Hawk-El peeled off as if she'd been piggy-backing me—peeling off, veering downward, headed for the mountain pass.

('Bye, El.') 

I watched her down, down, down, enter the pass, her Hawk form all but out of sight, then beheld a spectacular burst of light—a silvery White Dove, hovering in the gap—a moment; then she was off again, through the pass, gone into darkness, consumed by the night. I continued to ascend in my "body," soaring, seeking fuel, staying twilight, trying to maintain my source of flight. "I'm flying! Me and spirit in twilight . . . flying! Such an awesome experience! Such a powerful, force-filled experience!" Such a new and wondrous feeling it was, and (—uh-oh), suddenly, an undo commotion within my consciousness.

With the gift of Hawk's eyes, I could see the Valley far below: a golden field of grasses, in the distance, in the moonlight, and the river crystal glittering. Time to start down (—to the thicket, Baby!), but I sailed on, rising high above the Earth; the Moon, twelve o'clock high, and full, seemed to beckon me. "Highhher. Go! Highhhhher!" The Moon? Really, Baby? "Trrrussssst!" But the Sun was out of sight. Twilight was not much longer, and I couldn't go much higher. Darkness loomed, and Moonlight threatened. I glided up, reached an apex . . . full stop . . . and hung there, motionless. Caught up—

'—between a reality of form and one of dissolution, reformation, renewal~~~

"Really?" (THE VOICE'S recent words hammered home.) "That's my choice? That's what I've got, form or dissolution? After all I've been through?" I felt riveted, and very nervous. Doubt crept in. My mind spun, weighing, indecision (—perspective). Hovering here, between Sunlight and Nightlight and the growing and fading of reflected Moonlight and Earthlight respectively, I tried to come clear— 

'—but it's not that difficult.' 

"No. It really isn't, Dorothy, is it? It's such an easy choice. Easy-peasy. A real no-brainer. NOT dissolution! NOT! NOT! NOT!"