North Beach, Fort DeSota, Florida

This is Amorella. What a difference a day makes with a photograph take. Blue sky and white sands are the main today. Full sun invisible and umbrella shade human made. Umbrellas stuck in the hot sand waiting like souls along the bleak shores of the River Styx. Comfort is what you make of it. Those light and floating clouds on the horizon could me a range of snow-peaked mountains beyond a reach in this lifetime. A reminder on the first day of this month that the last rests in Halloween. Superstitions rest their sparks near the shores of the spiritual body – their uneasy rubbings with the material worlds are electrical-like – as is the natural spark shooting from chafing a cat’s hair in the dark.

Are you doing this to get a rise out of me, Amorella?

Just giving you another perspective. In your mind the Ft. DeSota Beach is too nearly perfect in the continental United States. You don’t see anything dire about this setting as it is one of your favorites. This is the way people are, they don’t see things. Dead or alive, people aren’t much different from my perspective.

You are back to Milton’s Paradise Lost and the concept of the mind making a Hell of Heaven or a Heaven of Hell.

Somewhat, I suppose.

This is another reason for thinking critically on the subject of the human spirit as far as I am concerned.

The spiritual is also about G---D and Angels is it not?

It is, but I save myself a lot of grief by not talking too much about either because readers can get wrapped up in their religious views and take this places I don’t want it to go.

So, you are in charge of these postings then?

No, Amorella. I put you in charge because you are the inner writer. I want you to give me something ‘spiritual’ to think on each day so I can better focus my feelings and ultimately better know who I am.

Isn’t that what a person might ask G---D to do, to focus herorhis feelings so sheorhe might be better as a human being?

I don’t know. I had not thought about the relationship between G---D and humanity in that way.  This is a rather large question, Amorella. I don’t know what people ask G---D to do.

What do you ask G---D to do, orndorff?

You are making me uncomfortable with these questions. It doesn’t seem to me morally right to ask G---D to do anything, but I have anyway. In my mind ‘asking’ is not needed. G---D, if indeed G---D exists, would know what is in my inner heart. Asking is a redundancy, almost a whine, by my way of thinking. But then, what do I know?

I know nothing when it comes to G---D and Angels. To have expectations from either is to lead the thinking. Under such ‘super-natural spiritual-like conditions’ I think one would not know whether sheorhe was asking or telling G---D or an Angel something. As such, this would quickly become critical in terms of polite and respectable behavior in such an esoteric environment. This would mushroom into a very complex and private human circumstance.

For example, when we talk to our cat about certain things such as food or sleep or being petted and/or comforted she has a sense of what we are saying. Our sounds and tones and expressions are sensed. But, if I look the cat and talk in the same tones about philosophy she looks at the floor and sniffs because she doesn’t understand and doesn’t know what else to do. This is her behavior any time we talk to her about anything she doesn’t understand. By tone she knows she is not being reprehended for something. This is how our cat politely deals with her confusion. That’s how I see it.

As a human being I would have the same trouble as the cat, or quite possibly more. My main apprehension beyond remaining polite and respectful, and with this somewhat distant, would be ‘mistranslating’ if you will, what is being asked or told to me. Maybe one would ‘know’ as in I-have-an-understanding in such a situation. I don’t know.

So, in your mind, if confronted with G---D or an Angel, you would expect to be ‘asked or told’ something rather than do the asking?

Yes. In theory. In context within this posting. In real life I cannot possibly imagine such a situation. I would not know what is real and what is not. How can one discern something one cannot imagine? The mind would play tricks even if it were a treat. It would be far simpler just to honestly recognize that I know nothing and let it go as best as I possibly could.