Thoughts on Communication: Part I

This is Amorella and I am on the greater left in this symbolic representation which orndorff just intuitively discovered in his archives. The photo was taken 2 June 2005. He checked the notes of that day through the ‘Spotlight’ search program on his MacBook and found this from four and a half years ago:

“When I am writing what I consider in an unconscious stream of writing, I am conscious of it at least in my fingertips. So, it is not the mind itself, it is the placement of the mind -- rather than the mind being in the head as it usually is, when I am writing, the mind is in my fingers, so to speak. I mean this figuratively of course.

[Amorella’s response] You have made new model photos using candles rather than caps. They work better. I can use them much more easily than the others. You are calling them DNA Flame Sewing-Threaders, which works well. . . .”[Notes: 2 June 05]

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I didn’t even remember the tall things were candlesticks and I have no idea what ‘DNA Flame Sewing-Threaders’ might be. Here is the amazing part, I checked the notes for the next day, 3 June 05 and found this, again Amorella is writing:

“. . . and [I] will talk about decision-making in the metaphysical range since it is mentioned that the dead still have free will to think and respond accordingly within their conscious framework. It is within this framework [I] will explain a bit more on how it is to be dead within these books. This is also important if you eventually write the fourth book about the rebellion. This must be kept in context and must fit together logically and coherently, meaning all four books. . . .”[Notes: 3 June 05]

Now let’s jump up to today’s notes (it is late Sunday morning the day before the posting).

“You are thinking that suddenly I’m taking leave and no more blog or book. This is your frame of mind. I am going to take time and explain how this communication works, it’s no land-line, I assure you.

         That’s funny, Amorella. I assume I have to be psychologically positioned in some way – like adjusting an antenna wire on an old radio by holding it in a certain position in order to receive the signal. An unconscious focus is involved and it ‘touches’ my consciousness, perhaps like a light beam projecting onto a wall. From there to my fingertips the communication from you to me is a form of  ‘subliminal automaticity’. It has to be because I don’t hear a voice in my head; you are not dictating when I write. I do not sense you are ‘here’ in my head or outside, such as your being ‘presence in the room’ when I am actually physically alone in the room.

The signal of communication is never mixed, either you are touching or nearby my consciousness or you are not. And, of course, it is only when I am writing by pencil, pen or keyboard. I don’t know anything else other than my brain may indeed be wrong-wired, something I have long suspected – some form of dyslexia-like errors that separate or exaggerate and thus distort my right and left brain thinking patterns.

One of the keys is that you begin the conversations not me. It has always been this way for the twenty some years of your ‘existence’ as Amorella. You have used the analogy of ‘parallel thinking’ as if you were one rail of the track and I was the other. Never touching but somehow we carry a ‘train car of words’ with a similar unconscious message. I do not think of you as ‘here’ but I do from time to time question how long you are going to stay or if you have left. That’s all I have.” [Notes: 13 December 09]

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The model in the photograph above is two Christmas candles, with an unused white gift box in the middle. The candles have a red color on the shaft at the top on the left and a green color on the top shaft of the candle on the right. The bottom shafts of both candles are also wrapped, the green on the bottom half on the left candle and red on the bottom half of the right candle. Both are wrapped with white string but you don’t remember what the colors or the string wrapping were about.

I found the candles and the box in the basement where I originally set up for this photo. Chances are the candles were in the white box near where we keep our Christmas decorations. Of course the humor here is that it is now Christmas time. Plain old coincidence, but I always slowly shake my head sideways on what for me portends of gallows humor.

I like the green in the photo with the candles above. I remember when I first saw it I was surprised because I didn’t see any ‘green’ when I took the picture. It is as if there was a filter on the lens or that I doctored up the photograph which I did not. The green reminds me of the eerie photoelectric-like green one sees in this DOD Photo of Aurora  Borealis. If I didn’t have a brain the photo with the candles would appear just plain spooky.

 I see the first photo as something out of a dream. Perhaps the color distorts the intent so tomorrow’s post will show it in black and white and I will have some things to say about ‘inner-communication with an imaginary presence’.

Interesting that you are taking my perspective rather than your own as you are the imaginary presence, not me. I am a real person with fingerprints, a social security number, a valid driver’s license and an official U.S. passport.

If this is the case then why do you concern yourself as to whether I will one day leave and not come back?

A very good question, Amorella. Indeed, an excellent question for which I have no real answer.