Lillyans
“John, good to see you, just the man I was looking for,” Lilly Grace said as she peeked into the tool shed behind the house one early afternoon.
A few days had passed since the memorable funeral of Fritz Neuwirt and life had slowly settled down to something that could almost be called normal. Taylor had gone back to creating artwork from all kinds of metal objects that he found all over town. The backyard started to look like an art gallery and word had gotten around that there was a new talent in town whose work waited to be shown and appreciated.
Lilly Grace was wearing one of her flowing multi colored dresses which always made her look as if she wasn’t quite where one would expect her to be. There seemed to be an optical illusion brought on by the fabric or the color. Maybe it really was just light reflecting off it that tricked the eyes of the observer.
“What can I do for my favorite mother in law?” Taylor asked her as he kissed her cheek, “You look lovely as ever.”
“Well, thank you,” Lilly Grace smiled at him, “I thought there was something I could do for you.”
“And what would that be?” Taylor asked her innocently.
“Hm,” Lilly Grace took her time to approach the issue from the right angle, “You know, ever since we met for the first time, I can almost see the question marks all over your face when we are in the same room. I appreciate your tact and consideration of mine and Lilly Ann’s feelings, but I think the time has come that you ask the questions that are bubbling inside of you. I promise, I won’t mind, and I’ll answer every single one of them as accurately as I possibly can.”
Taylor put down the pair of pliers he was clutching and looked at Lilly Grace a bit embarrassed.
“Was I that obvious?” he asked. Lilly Grace’s smile was answer enough.
“You are right,” Taylor was glad that his curiosity was going to be satisfied, “When I walked into the kitchen that first day you were here, I saw you drifting in and out of focus. I knew right away that this was not the effect of light reflections or anything like that, but I sure don’t know what I saw. Lilly Ann obviously didn’t mind or find it unusual, so I just let it go,” he took a deep breath, “What did I see then?” he asked directly.
“Drifting in and out of focus,” Lilly Grace repeated Taylor’s words, “is actually a pretty accurate description of what you saw.”
“Ok,” Taylor interrupted her, “but people don’t usually do that. I don’t believe that you are a ghost or an angel simple because I don’t believe in either, so - who, what, how?” He had a hard time even formulating an actual question.
“You are right,” Lilly Grace had an amused note in her voice, “I most certainly am none of the above.”
“But more to the point,” she continued a little more serious, “I am a woman, just like you are a man. I wanted to get that out of the way. You have seen the Abraham material on the Lilly-Book and the Abrahamster drawings and all the wise ideas and concepts they offer. What do you think would happen if someone after studying all of this would set aside all physically focused desire and tried to completely allow the connection with their inner being in a constant two way communication?”
“They would die?” Taylor’s answer was as much a question as a suggestion.
“Hm, interesting conclusion,” Lilly Grace looked at him surprised, “you do have a good grasp on the Abraham teachings. To be honest, when Michael and I first made a conscious attempt to achieve full uplink, as we call it, we were aware of the possibility that your suggestion might be correct. It took us many months to work through that little curveball.” She laughed and looked at Taylor to see if he was still with her.
“We did not have the slightest idea what we were getting ourselves into. The only thing we both knew was that we wanted to know and to understand beyond the conventional avenues of learning and reasoning. We also had complete faith in the principle of wellbeing. We didn’t know what we were doing but we knew we were safe no matter where this adventure would lead us.”
Taylor’s eyes were wide open from suspense and he had a hard time remembering to breathe, but he still managed to say, “Go on, please.”
“Our progress was slow, but deliberate,” Lilly Grace continued, “First we noticed that our physical lives improved far beyond what we would have ever thought possible or even desirable. We were happy to a point that even the slightest dip in our vibration caused an immediate reflex within our thought process to regain our usual composure. You should have seen our faces when that happened, it was almost comical.”
She contorted her face and shook her whole body in feigned seizures to demonstrate. They both had to laugh at the dramatic display.
“So you didn’t die, I suppose,” Taylor joked.
“Not at all,” Lilly Grace picked up her story, “On the contrary, we felt more alive and healthy and prosperous than ever. We didn’t have the feeling that we learned something substantially new either, this was only a logical conclusion of our deliberate reduction of resistance. We did notice a sharpening of our intuition in many situations but we chalked that up to our heightened attention and focus. At some point, a few years after we had started the process, we came to the conclusion, that we probably had gone as far as we could with this process and we relaxed into the realization that what we had achieved was a very, very good life and the prospect of a lot more of it but that the conscious direct link to the other world would remain an unattainable dream. Something to look forward to in another plane of existence.”
“So you gave up?” Taylor wondered.
“Not really,” Lilly Grace explained, “we continued our efforts to keep our vibration, our thoughts, in as much alignment with our desires as was possible for us, but we set aside the specific goal for uplink for the time being.”
“I bet, that was the moment when it happened,” Taylor guessed.
“I see, you have been in similar situations before,” Lilly Grace nodded, “You are absolutely right. It happened so fast and completely that it took Michael and me a good while to understand. The magnitude of clarity was mind-boggling. Our questions were answered in such multidimensional detail that we were concerned for a moment that our heads would explode. For most of the information we received there weren’t even words to describe it. It occurred to us much later that the only way we were able to communicate our early experiences to each other was the fact that both of us received all the information each one of us was accessing. The whole situation defied reason or definition. We just went with it for some time, exploring, experimenting, enjoying and getting acquainted with our new reality.”
“Sounds like a bad case of good peyote to me,” Taylor laughed.
“That’s not as bad a description as it seems,” Lilly Grace laughed with him, “the only difference was, there was no waking up with a bad headache or with the munchies. I’m not even sure if anyone else but the two of us noticed the change at first. We just goofed around in our new playground for a few days, coming up with the most ridiculous questions and reveling in the inventive and hilarious answers that we received. It was like a carefree fun game in the beginning,” Lilly Grace described her early experience within the uplinked state.
“What was the first thing you seriously asked?” Taylor wanted to know.
“It was actually one of Michael’s long lasting riddles. He had contemplated the nature of gravity for many years and had discussed it with the sharpest minds he could engage but the outcome had always been disappointing to him. When he asked, ‘What is gravity?’ I was fully aware of it. We hadn’t spoken about it before, but the moment he formulated the question in his mind we both instantly received the answer loud and clear and simple. He was besides himself by the simplicity and beauty of the answer. He couldn’t stop saying, ‘Did you hear that?’ to me. I had to hold him and calm him down for almost an hour before we were able to talk about it.”
“So, what was the answer?” Taylor couldn’t believe that she would leave him hanging like that.
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“Oh, of course,” Lilly Grace added apologetically, “the answer was, ‘Thought.’ Gravity is thought, very old static not ever changing thought. As a matter of fact it was one of the first thoughts to bring this universe into existence. Isn’t that beautiful?” Even after all these years Lilly Grace was still in awe by this simple concept.
“Thought, huh?” Taylor tried to ingest this information, “Now that is worth a thought.” He paused as he realized the irony of what he had just said and laughed.
“What’s the story with being here and not quite here at the same time? Lilly Ann always avoided my questions about where her parents lived. I assume there is a connection somewhere here?” Taylor had lost all his trepidation of openly discussing these issues with his mother in law.
“She never told you, huh?” Lilly Grace laughed, “It is really not so simple to say. You see, as we continued to explore our new mind space, as we called it, we suddenly found ourselves mentally in all kinds of places, nearby or far away without ever leaving the house. The impressions we got on these mind travels felt very real, only the direct physical interaction was missing. Most of the time we didn’t know or care if the places and events we saw were real or just figments of our imagination but the information that we gathered was valuable and insightful. During one of these trips, no pun intended, Michael mentioned to me that he was hungry and felt like a good meal at the Schwyzer House. Next thing we know, we sit at a table in the tavern with a couple cats sitting nearby and looking at us very curiously. Can you imagine our faces when Fritz came to the table saying, ‘Gracy, Michael, I didn’t see you come in, what can I bring you to eat?’ We had a lot to talk about that evening.”
“That sounds wild,” Taylor muttered.
“You should have been there, people who saw us that evening were concerned about our health because our faces were so pale,” Lilly Grace agreed.
“So, this is what you do now all the time?” Taylor asked.
“Pretty much,” Lilly Grace said with glowing face, “there is an immense universe out there for us to explore. Guess where your wedding ring came from?” She was clearly having fun now.
“I’m afraid to ask,” Taylor laughed.
“There is a small nebula close to Orion’s belt which can hardly be seen from the Earth’s surface. It is a beautiful constellation with just a few hundred thousand stars. One of them is a hot, white glowing sun with fifteen tiny planets. From a distance they look like a string of pearls. Michael noticed the metallic gleam on the surface of the planets so we had a good look and found that one of them is almost completely composed of titanium and platinum. He took a piece of metal and wielded it into shape in the fires of that little sun. We had a lot of fun playing with that ring while we transported it to your wedding. You won’t believe how easy it is to loose a small ring in the vastness of intergalactic space.”
“You are kidding me, right?” Taylor wasn’t quite sure if he preferred the story to be true or made up.
“Nope,” Lilly Grace answered simply, “there is even a small engraving of the star and its planets on the inside of the ring, have you noticed?”
“I have seen it and wondered about it,” Taylor confirmed, “I would have never guessed what it stands for though.”
They stood in silence for a few moments before Taylor was able to gather his twirling thoughts.
“How deep does the complexity of your thoughts go? How far can you reach? Are there even words to convey your findings?” He had a million questions popping up at the same time.
“No end to it,” Lilly Grace said without hesitation, “Every time we think there cannot be more, there is. We have been to the edge of the universe, literally, and guess what, there is more. We have given up to speak in ultimate terms altogether. There really is no end to it. Joy through expansion and expansion through joy.”
“You said, you still consider yourself a normal human, but your experiences do not really go well with that picture,” Taylor mused, “Are you the beginning of the next evolutionary step in the development of life on this planet?”
“That would be a tall order,” Lilly Grace shook her head, “I’d rather think that we are experimenting with new ways to see the world and that others might or might not join us. It could be that the first beings that developed abstract thought and language felt a little like we do, as they sure would have had a hard time to communicate their experiences to others in their communities. I could imagine that many of these first attempts remained just that, baby steps that pre-paved the way for others to expand on them and maybe find a broader experience for many,” she contemplated that thought for a moment, “This is not up to us, and I like it that way.”
“So, what do you do if you have everything you ever wanted at your fingertips?” Now Taylor was eager to seize the moment to gain more clarity for his own questions.
“You want more,” Lilly Grace did not even blink, “More clarity, more complexity, more peace, more of everything and then some. Can you imagine that there is relief from pure bliss and ecstasy? Well, there is. It’s delicious.”
Taylor had one more question that he almost did not dare to ask for the answer might be too much to comprehend.
“Is there more than us?” he asked vaguely to give Lilly Grace the chance not to answer if she felt it would not be beneficial for him.
“You mean, is there more than all-there-is?” Lilly Grace’s smile radiated throughout her body, “What a wonderful and boundary stretching question. The simple answer is, ‘Yes!’, as many as your mind can imagine.”
“How does all-there-is talk to another all-there-is?” Taylor had an innate knowing of the answer to this question but he so much wanted to hear it spoken by another.
“You know the answer to this question, John,” Lilly Grace toyed with him, “And you know that I know that you know. And you know what, you are right. We are the expression of source energy on the leading edge. We are what is projected to the boundaries of thought by Source. In this sense we are the language that Source uses to communicate with another. And since Source is pure love, we are the love song, which is sung from one all-there-is to another. What a wonderful, wonderful idea. Thank you so much for this, John Taylor. As you see, the power always lies in the question. The answers follow all by themselves.”
Taylor hadn’t been as proud of himself since he aced his first flight review in a rocket fighter.
“In that light, shouldn’t we do something to clean up and expand our vocabulary, so to speak?” Taylor had fun playing with that new clarity.
“It’s hard to improve on perfection,” Lilly Grace laughed, “There is no wrong or bad thought and we are but the physical expression of thought. No matter where you stand or what you do, you are the perfect culmination of the choices you have made according to your own conclusions and preferences. Source is not concerned about any of us messing up her perfect song with our imperfect vibration. It’s like with music that thrives on tension and relief, rhythm, harmony and disharmony, noise and pure tone. Take one of these away and you’ll end up with something that might be a bit more polished, but it sure will be a lot more boring.” After a short pause she added, “It never hurts to let more fun into your life, though. That’s what we all had in mind when we said, “Let’s get fizzical!” Fun and joy, all the rest is just a means to that end.”
“Let’s get fizzical, fizzical,” Taylor intonated the century old tune that he had heard on the Lilly-Book, swaying his hips and grabbing Lilly Grace’s arms for a little dance.
“You know John,” Lilly Grace laughed at his antics, “I don’t want to sound too maternal, but you are the best thing that could have happened to Lilly Ann. You have brought so much new energy into her life and into ours. For us, you are a glowing example of how Law of Attraction finds the most unlikely and creative ways to provide for all of us what matches our vibration. We really appreciate you and love you for it.”
Taylor mockingly stood at attention a
nd snapped his right hand to his temple. “All part of the service,” he stated with military precision before cracking into his widest little boy smile on tap.
There was a little stir in the air and Taylor was sure the shadow on the ground in front of him had not been there a moment ago. He turned around and took a quick step back at the sight of Michael Angelo who had made a sudden entrance onto the scene.
“Nice try, dad,” he said to Michael, “Next time I’m not going to be impressed that easily.”
“I guess we have to come up with a few new tricks then,” Michael picked up the joking tone.
“Are you guys getting ready to leave again,” Taylor asked sensing the urgency that had come over his parents in law.
“You have to excuse us,” Lilly Grace answered, “We have an appointment with James3652, we call him Jamie. He is a white dwarf that is about to enter the event horizon of a black hole. We have never seen anything like it before and nobody knows what’s actually going to happen.” They both looked excited like high school kids at prom night at the prospect of seeing a whole star blink out of existence.
“Just be careful not to fall in yourselves,” Taylor joked as if intergalactic travel was the most natural thing an elderly couple could do on an early summer afternoon.
“We’ll be careful, promise,” Lilly Grace kissed him on both cheeks and gave him a big hug, “We’ll see you soon. Be good.”
In the next instance the slight rush of air that filled the now vacant space in front of him was Taylor’s only evidence that what he just had experienced was anything but a very vivid daydream. He shook his head, scratched his temple and shrugged his shoulders before turning back to his workbench to tend to his latest creation.
“What did ma and you have to discuss all afternoon?” Lilly Ann was curious when they both sat down for dinner by themselves.
“Oh, just this and that,” Taylor teased her, “you know, them flying around in space and bringing back my wedding ring from a distant star, and them being the apes that speak while we don’t. That sort of stuff.”
“Oh, that’s all?” Lilly Ann asked innocently.
“Yeah, that was all,” Taylor said with a sigh, “To be honest right now I don’t have the slightest idea what this all means to me, or to us.”
“I guess it means that all is well,” Lilly Ann brought everything to the point.
“I guess you are right,” Taylor agreed, and with a chuckle he added, “Just don’t mention that to Jamie, the white dwarf who is about to be eaten by a black hole.”
Lilly Ann looked at Taylor in amused bewilderment. For the first time since they had met she had no clue what he was talking about. She kind of liked that.
Chapter 18: The Flight of the Condor