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In the meanwhile, the future T—Bird's Dad and Mom would be content to let the veil fall quietly over those "private" parts to which mind couldn't, as yet, in any way admit—though, being part of the collective composition of consciousness, from which there'd be fitful stirrings as if out of a featureless nightmare. Awakening was first of all a work of healing insight, not the occasion of some compendium of negative errata dug from the dim corners of existence solely for the sake of information—knowledge. On the other hand, so AAA and MT discovered (as the decade declined, and then passed on to the formidable Reconsideration presenting itself as the '90s) any service in the way of positive development for all was increasingly obliged to disclose the full case as to what might possibly be arrayed against it. They found that things were catching up; the ground for such disclosure was prepared in—the-rough as a result of the inevitable reversals befalling a consciousness conventionally reluctant to admit its full Requirement (i.e., "your affirmations don't work, and there's a Fly in your soup"). There was a reciprocal benefit involved in the freeing—up of such information; not only were people in general prepared to hear a deeper if disquieting truth—there were essential things that had to be brought within range of the discretionary disposal of initiated 43 wisdom (most of all, initiated wisdom) and now many obstacles to that possibility were being tentatively removed albeit at a very late date. Fortified, then, with the Insight of awakened Intelligence (its Searchlight leaving nothing—no matter how inconvenient—in the shadows), guided in knowledge of the indispensable overview of what prevailed behind the scenes as pattern of the "way things worked", acquaintance would now be made with the various keepers of all those separate keys to the concrete occasions specifying the reportorial "who what when and where" of abstract understanding. There would be names, then, and real faces—a Paul Bennewitz or Peter Gersten, Linda Howe or Henry Montieth—to flesh out the features and give detailed life, a quickening breath of contingent immediacy to what was known in the abstract as a confidence of Spirit; and there would be places—Holloman and Gates Pass, Groom Mountain and Nellis Air Force Range, Jumbo Peak and Blue Diamond vortex areas—roadmapping real coordinates of a truth in essence Understood. The myriad souls percolating up as if of a sudden from nowhere, fragmentary keys to invisible locks clutched tightly in their hands and colliding one into the other at regular intervals as they groped through such partial perceptions in the dark, would require the resolving help of Initiated Insight—whether, in the defensiverigidity of that grappling Blind they would recognize such a thing or not; and Initiated Insight, conversely, required every bit as much the detailed knowledge of just where the functioning mechanisms were located, where the actual levers and engine—parts resided that had to be engaged through light of the resolving overview, if wisdom was ever to Move in the world. 92 T-Bird_Vs_The_Flying_saucers.htm Times, however, change. Meeting Some Shaken Movers The spiritual/abstract and the creative/particular, then, were Coming to Meet. Astral Auxiliaries, Sensory Supplements