Up before light, saw Paul off to surgery. Cleaned up the kitchen as well as your audio file and your eight gig flash drive in preparation for today’s work.
I had lots of copies of files, and older ones at that. Everything goes on flash as I am working so now it is updated with only what is pertinent. Feel better when things are organized, feel like I am on top of the situation. Plus, I am excited to have chapter three completed as a draft. I never got further than chapter three on my earlier attempts at The Rebellion last year, ever since I published book three.
You are waiting in the parking lot in front of Carter’s in a shopping plaza off Mayfield near I-271 while Carol and Kim exchange clothes for Owen.
This is more exciting when you are writing the story, Amorella. I know I should be working on the audio draft but I am wondering about what is coming up in the next chapter. I like being first reader and editor though so I should just get busy and edit.
You spent more time with the family and little Owen today. Consequently you did not edit as much as you would have liked, but you did spend more time trying to get the words right. Such delicate spiritual matters are not so easy to put into words. And, perhaps it will need a rework after you finish chapter four. It is fine for now though. That’s it for tonight, old man. Relax. – Amorella.
Chapter Three
Scene 1
Early morning, the sixth day.
This is the Supervisor in my most revealing and provocative physical feminine form, wondering what the usual human male considers, while envisioning such a supernatural creature as I upon our first meeting. I, the Supervisor, whisper, I am a perfectly formed faery, or an angel-in-a-thought, alighting between head, fingertips and toes, of a human male, wherever he may or may not secretly wish. Who comes to whose command then, the human male or the female goddess? Heaven to Hell or Hell to Heaven are outcomes in a flash of male moral discontent in such a rare case as this. And, it is no different for a conscious human female in such an immediate relationship with a god.
Do you think it was easy to deliver yourself a moderate and moral Greek under such spiritual conditions of a goddess or a god? If so, think again, when one realizes Free Will so quickly disappears under the near touch of such a god or goddess.
Hurricanes of pleasure and pain roar emotional fire into a mighty whirlwind sucking out the very heart and soul. Attempting to make love to a god or goddess may not be what one might first imagine, as it quickly becomes clear, who is seducing whom in the mirror.
Outcomes are determined in an equally seducing universe and Beyond, where G---D does not roll the die. The characters in these books think they may be challenging the gods or G---D in this rebellion of theirs, but mostly, they are challenging themselves.
The cultural concept of the Greek goddesses and gods has changed over the thousands of years to this, the twenty-first century. What remains a standard in any culture is this: the more a human being understands, the less she-or-he knows. This is a predetermined fact in the Merlyn's Mind series.
Now, on a higher metaphysical plane, the allegorical chess continues.
7. White pawn moves to King 4
8. Black Bishop moves to Black Knight 2
9. White Queen's Knight moves to White Queen 2
Scene 2
Mid-dawn. The Supervisor premeditatingly blinks and her seductive brownish-red irises slowly fade into his slate-gray, the white of the eye remains as an anchored fair weather cumulus. His northern Greek countenance appears an emotionally and physically balanced oval with every characteristic facial and downwardly bodily point in ratio with its proper anthropomorphic and godly facade.
Looking a bit larger than Michelangelo's "David", the Supervisor smilingly Zeus-like, muses, 'handsome is as handsome does' as he slides his handily stretched fingers up and across the rock hard right thigh of the still dead-to-the-world, sleeping forty year old eye-filling semblance of the rebellion's leader, Sophia.
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