Late mid-morning. You are tired and need a nap but you and Carol have a couple errands to run. You changed ‘shadow’ to ‘shade’ in scene sixteen because it reminded you of Virgil’s work and you thought it would be funny. Not my cup of tea but what is a word here and there, now and then. > You compromised with ‘shadow’ first and ‘shade’ second. That’s better. Later, Dude.
Here are today's results. Tomorrow you should finish this chapter and post it. - Amorella.
Scene 17
This is how it was during the evening of the first day. Salaman is resting alone in his bed. He looks dead because is he isn’t breathing. He doesn’t appear to be dreaming yet either. The restlessness is between his heart and mind. His question is How do I know what the right thing is to do when I don’t know if my view on the demonstration, which is to take place in to more days, is objective and correct?
Tomorrow we will learn what took place tonight with Aeneas’ meeting with the Supervisor. I cannot imagine it is easy for a human meeting a god face to face. Fortunately, I never have to.
Let’s drift over to Kassandra’s stone privacy and peer down. She looks attractive enough in her settling after having just made love with Thales. Being dead and making love should not be equated with being alive and making love. Gently holding hands is rudimentary, the bare basics. Sex is really all in the mind just as it is with the Living, but it is not interrupted by biophysics and cultural conditioning. A sense of timelessness exists while hand-holding for the best of reasons. Their recent expectation-free ‘hand-holding snuggle’ helps them into a calm after the day’s events.
Mario is staring right up at me but doesn’t know it. Sophia is asleep but she will have the first of many restless nights. Her heart is feeling the words, I know what is right. Ours is a good and just cause and the Supervisor should hear it from us directly. The Supervisor needs to see we are resolved and stand together in this thought on going home to Earth to rest and to listen to our children’s grandchildren when they ask questions and to answer the children the best we can. We know things, but we must be vigilant and constantly be ready to separate our wants from our needs in this demonstration.
That’s how it is at the end of the first night.
Scene 18
Morning, the second day.
The Narrator sat on the northeast corner of Sophia’s privacy chamber listening to her heart while she waited for word from Aeneas. Whatever happens, she pondered, we will learn more about the Supervisor and her Station here. We want to go home to watch over our great-grand children. But is this truly a need? What happened to the Dead who never arrive here? Are they the fortunate ones who are allowed to sleep eternally while we continue on?
The Narrator almost smiled hearing this and said to her-an-himself People expect to be told what to do, when deep down they understand the general expectations and should move on from those. Basically, Sophia's questions can be categorized into this: What can we hope for? and a level-headed response is: Our children should be able to live more humanely than we who are parents and citizens of this Place’. But listen, and I will recite some of what I hear from the humanity of the Dead.
“We thought if we were not free in life then we would be free in death but that is not the case in this Place. We ruminate and find camaraderie through our personal identities, personalities and interests. The human center is Our Mother, the first who was allowed in this Place. She is our common point. We are equal citizens through our ancestry. We have become a hive of sensibly silhouetted questions searching for equally reasonable responses. What else can we do? The gods certainly don’t always help. We don’t know, really, if they ever helped.”
Generally, more emotionally laden questions resolve themselves through a deeper conscious study. The question, Who am I? is more easily resolved after life than Why am I here? What shall I do here? How much can I know and understand of my role and responsibility in this Place of the Dead?
These are the deeper questions. It is no wonder time is taken away so the Dead may socialize and think and resolve, first as a fully human individual consciousness with personality and memory from life, and second as a member of the group of the Dead who share a common first mother. These are the questions that concern these individuals and their small group of five in relationship to what they must do in this circumstance, what actions they must take once they confront the Supervisor who appears to be dressed as a god like no other. Necessity.
Scene 19
Aeneas lingered near the Stone Hill crevasse waiting patiently for the Supervisor as Apollo flew through the metaphorical hand of the Supervisor without realizing the fact. Apollo halted above the same crevasse where Aeneas stood as stone. Glancing through various directions at once, one of Apollo’s many quantum minds reported, Necessity holds us hostage. We are not alone. We are now never alone.
Suddenly, Apollo envisioned his twin sister Artemis appearing two arms lengths away. Artemis’s coal black hair set stealthily woven above each of the Huntress’s four faces sublime, each visage compass set into the nine cardinal directions of Olympus, so her father Zeus is always targeted in her foresight. Her silver bow contains a Balance between Here and Elsewhere following her cerebral aim of sight. Two of her eyes immediately capture Apollo directly and say, “We are a translated sight of one ball inward and the other outward. You have my presence, Brother, by myself; not by Father Zeus or by the Supervisor.
Apollo thwarted her with, "What Good then, sister, do you serve here."
"Brother, you cannot create Prophecy in this place."
Apollo growled, “Necessity is such a mother.”
“I, Artemis, am the needed Healer.”
“And, I am Apollo, who stands in the presence of Zeus. I give the Vision. I am the News. I dictate what is to be written on the wall.”
Artemis stood defiant saying. “I, Artemis, am the medicine of Zeus and I set the interventions between the affairs of human beings on Earth and Zeus on Olympus.”
Apollo firmly asserted, “We are not on Earth. And, I do not see your intervention is written so.”
“It is written in the milk of human kindness,” chastised his twin. “What is once done cannot be undone.”
Apollo rebuked, “If this is secretly Father’s doing it can be undone.”
“In this instance,” she admonished, “Our father, Zeus, has no choice.” Artemis dissolved into a vision most darkly framed.
This shock of disappearance blasted Apollo into many a vacant mind. Thunder quickly reverberated throughout his very being without first a bolt forthcoming. His many minds quickly considered, and in one timeless moment concluded, “I saw Artemis my first born twin. She spoke. She was but a disguise. I, Apollo, once god of light now understand a quantized blindness as my many eyes freeze forever wide open in Necessity’s terrible wake.
Scene 20
The Supervisor had spoken and Apollo would soon deliver his circumvented translation to Aeneas in the form of hindsight as it very much pleased the god's second nature.
Scene 21
Disturbed, Aeneas sat. No sign of the Supervisor or Apollo. He smirked at the thought. What ever are the signs of any god Mother Earth? Aeneas shook his head. Mother Earth is long gone. I sit sulking on stone that isn’t stone and stare down into a crevasse that isn’t any more real than I am.
“Then jump,” said an inner voice Aeneas had long ago learned not to listen to. He did fall asleep though, and dead he lay, safely wedged between two boulders in the morning light.
The Dead dream much as the Living, and sometimes the interconnections are within others of the fold as well as within themselves, especially dreams bridging friends, sometimes even those friends still Living. This dream of Aeneas however was one like no other – and afterwards, fully awake, he committed the dream to memory through a focused center on setting, characters and the serendipitous plot, and he quickly reinforced the remembrance through an actual recitation.
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