Late mid-morning. After spending most of the morning watching it snow and online wanderings you decided to sit down at the dining room table and to do some writing. What is scene twelve, you thought, a moment ago, and it hit you – this is on Aeneas alone after the confrontation. This is correct, you are on the right wave length. Take a short break, then we can begin. I will rev your imagination on this one, especially after reading in the New York Times that Dante’s Inferno is now a video game. – Amorella.
That was a surprise read. I used to wonder aloud in class about who would play Lucifer in the film. At the time most considered Jack Nicolson to be the best pick. It could never be made into a film and remain true to the book, that’s my opinion. It made me think again about allowing someone to make a graphic novel out of each of my first three books, but it is mostly an idea of imagery not something I would actually do. I can’t draw but I can imagine scenes in a graphic novel.
A wee bit after noon and you have finished shoveling and snow blowing the two driveways for now. Almost five inches and you didn’t want to wait until it was higher. Dryer snow shoots further so it was a bit easier than the last snow even though you will have to do it twice. Take a break, have some lunch, are you beginning to see another perspective of time. I don’t have any. You do. – Amorella.
After supper, the national news and national business report and before one of your favorite shows, NCIS. The focus is on Aeneas so let’s get to it.
Is there an outline I can follow for this. I am not sure how you are going to show Aeneas’ thoughts here. It seems to me he will have to shift between his spiritual and his practical self to show he is in a state of balance. The sense of knowing one’s self and being moderate in all things seems crucial to the Greek spirit and to my own for that matter.
As I said orndorff, let’s just get to it. > Before twenty-three hundred hours and you finished the draft of scene twelve of chapter three.
Unbelievable. Talk about pulling something out of a hat. Who would have thought to connect the street with the dream and to connect the dream to the Supervisor?
Evidently, Aeneas did.
Surely [Amorella] you did not know this scene in advance.
You will never know orndorff. It all comes out of your head. Your background and Google for reinforcement.
I never thought any of this scene consciously in advance, other than hoping for an outline. There was no outline.
Scene 12
Aeneas sat on a plain wooden chair next to his bed. Another chair, empty, sat near him on the same side of the bed, one personally built by himself for himself alone. This high stone walled place has an average wooden door and no windows. No ceiling is needed and the floor is a layer of thick comfortable grass so he might leave his sandals just outside the door as a sign he is in need of privacy. Shelves and wooden hangers line the walls giving the room an atmosphere later nineteenth century American Shakers and austere Presbyterians would come to admire. He sat comfortably given the stark furniture, analyzing his feelings with his sense of reality.
The dream of the tree in the circles of stone and the length of the eighteen city blocks . . . the human citadel of continuity sinking only to rise again. Who were they who rose up as one voice? And, what did the one voice declare?
I took the dream as a sign, but Salaman asked a good question, what was the feeling behind the dream? Confusion comes to mind first because I didn’t see a correlation between Mother, the tree, the stone circles, and the one voice of humanity. The one voice should have made me feel jubilant or exhilarated. I was curious and dubious. Uncertain. I should have been enthusiastic. It ended as though a contest was one, but perhaps I wasn’t on the winning side. I did not feel bitter though, or angry, or even annoyed. I was a witness, an observer a part from this contest. I don’t even know what it meant. Maybe it didn’t mean anything.
Would either Apollo or the Supervisor, Hades clothe my emotions in such a way? Perhaps I chose Apollo first because the dream seemed prophetic.
I may have jumped to that conclusion because it was a dream therefore I thought prophecy as dreams sometimes appear that way. I may have been over-generalizing.
Perhaps the dream was our Mother’s prophecy and being close to Apollo my mind became entangled with it. I do not like the fact that this demonstration we are putting ourselves on the line for is based on our good Mother’s self indulgence. Intuition does not always a good mother make. I know this as a fact.
The rush of anger subsided. Where did the dream come from? Again, Salaman. Then, was it from my heart or soul or mind, as if the three were separate. This is how we thought in Life. Here we think of heartansoulanmind, a whole unit. That is what we are, we exist individually as a unit of heartansoulanmind. I cannot think to separate them. To do so I would become three-in-one, a trinity of self.
This is a complication that fits more with Hades who is one of three brothers, Zeus and Poseidon being the other two. If the Supervisor passed by my heartansoulanmind would that evoke such a dream. I did not expect to see the Supervisor as no one ever has, but surely I would have felt such powerful god, the older brother of Poseidon and the oldest brother of Zeus.
An epiphany struck him as a thunderbolt. Our main avenue, our street from Mother’s, from the tree and stone circles, is named Eleusis. The bridge across to the Living is to be built as an extension of Eleusis Street. Hades consort, Persephone. Demeter, her mother. When Demeter was looking for Persephone she took the form of an old woman at Eleusis. Eleusis’s king asked for Demeter’s help and she nursed the king’s son to health. Something wrong happened, and instead she taught Triptolemus how to farm. The people of Greece learned how to plant and grow crops. All because Demeter was searching for Persephone who was living Here with Hades.
Immediately, Aeneas became optimistic, enthusiastic and proud of himself for understanding the dream's truth. It was not Apollo who stood by him on the crevasse but the Supervisor himself. The Supervisor, Hades, did not want a confrontation. He would bargain as he did when he allowed Persephone to return to Earth with her mother Demeter and the crops would flourish and the Greeks would survive better so their children also would survive better than they did before they had learned agriculture from their friendly ancient goddess Demeter. Eleusis Street is the key, the line north to south to the River Styx and then on south to Home, to Earth where the Dead would rise up as the crops in summer and feed their knowledge to the Living.
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