After supper you watched The Da Vinci Code on TNT at Carol’s request. Neither of you have seen it since it appeared in the theatres. You have been to the Vatican and to the Knights’ Templar church and Newton’s grave in Westminster Cathedral in London. You walked the same walkway that was used in the film to the Templar church. You have not been to Rosslyn Chapel in Scotland. The ‘bloodline’ is what it is, you think, a fiction, as you think, is your own.
I wonder though, after seeing the film once again. The concept makes me wonder as proof does not exist, though it is possible I suppose. To deny it completely would be deny the agnostic I am.
Theatre. That’s how I see it. High theatre, but then, who am I? Amorella.
I would like to write high theatre, Amorella. I would like these last three books to be my demonstration of what high theatre is to me.
That can be easily arranged orndorff. We can begin by working on the next scene in the chapter, nine.
What is it to be about?
Let’s just go to it and drop scenes eight an nine in place for today even though they are drafts.
Scene nine is so unexpectedly short. I thought the Supervisor was going to speak though I don’t have a clue as to what about.
It is strange is it not that an all encompassing god like Zeus would notice something above being absent?
How can the three Fates have taken the gold in the first place and give it to the human dead? How can Zeus not be aware of this, at least intuitively? This seems like a complication that will confuse the reader and make the story less well written.
This carries the story on orndorff. Zeus and the Fates do not have a quantum entanglement. Zeus is as a mirror without proper reflective material. As Supervisor I know this. Distortion is not what it seems, just as rumors are boundless in the Place of the Dead. Tomorrow, dude, we continue. – Amorella.
Scene 8
Thales caught Aeneas’s and gave a half-pronounced wave while watching him cross the street towards the café. Soon they were sitting across from each other in general conversation while watching the bustle of pedestrian traffic coming and going on Eleusis Street.
Aeneas glanced from the flows of traffic and said, “The truth is Aphrodite is not my mother. I had not goddess’s blood flowing through my veins.”
“No one asks you out of politeness, Aeneas. It is none of our business. Some here were living witness to your exploits and adventures. We know stories are not always true, but that does not mean there is no truth to them.”
Aeneas fell into a smile of relief. “I like this Elysium. We all heard stories but this is unlike what we thought it would be.”
“I think the fact that we are here. That we survived physical death,” explained Thales, “is enough for most people,”
“True” noted Aeneas, “but what is this uproar, this demonstration really about? There is always more to the world than meets the eye, even Here.”
“Our Mother thinks it is a matter of principle. Here, according to our Mother’s word, we, as individuals and as a family group, have a duty and obligation to care for our parents and our children and their children Here, in Elysium, as we did in life. She believes that is the reason we are here in the first place, because we are heroes, true, but heroes to Our Mother first.”
Aeneas countered, “Our Mother, like our natural mothers, have their ideas and beliefs but that does not make them true.”
“How does a child ever counter herorhis mother?” responded Thales directly.
“Mine was imaginary,” aired Aeneas without a hint of sarcasm or a smile.
“Our original Mother is real enough, “ said Thales. “We had to begin somewhere and what we bring with us to this Place is our humanity first. We are equal in these Elysian Fields.”
“It is easier to renounce our differences once dead. Self-interest is a given,” said Aeneas.
“To us, yes,” agreed Thales. “It is. And we give ourselves to the care and education of our greater family.”
Aeneas mellowed, “We are allowed to watch the spirit and mind and heart grow in those who died young.”
“We all grow, Aeneas.”
A sudden glare arose and dumbfounded, Aeneas declared, “Mother wants us to return to Earth to teach the Living to live like us?”
“No. I don’t think so. No one has suggested this.” Thales paused, “I think she feels we have a duty and obligation to help the entire family, the living, as well as we dead.”
“These social rules we exist by, they were not given or directed by Zeus then?” stated Aeneas.
“Mother has never said so. She talks that it is a mother’s right to assure her family exists well. She expects each generation to be better at raising children than the previous one.”
Somewhat angrily, Aeneas muttered, “This demonstration or rebellion is raised by a mother’s whim.”
Thales, one of the much older Dead, and far wiser than he was when he first arrived, set his face in a considerate and timeless smile and said nothing.
Scene 9
Zeus sat on heranhis throne staring up at the hole in the top of the Olympian sky. SheanHe thought, A tiny piece of Olympian gold is missing. What does this mean?
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