Up at three. Wrote down the notes you just threw together. Place them here:
A jewel misunderstood
Eclipse of passion and hope in entanglement
Holes in both ends of the lantern cause a flicker
Mirror image similar species
Elasticity of hope and a carpet flying (balloon)
Like a New Moon in April –
Showers intent
Hope and enthusiasm – ‘hello there’
A long way off
And without the words (the vocabulary) [post it with nothing on it]
[for translation]
intent is the right track, parallel . . . intuition
Each line Post-It Noted and conclusion at 0317 hrs. 13 March 10
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Then a check of comments on Facebook. You are pleased there are a few. About four o’clock, time to return to bed for now. Later, dude.- Amorella.
Mid-morning. Breakfast eaten, paper read. Dusting needed downstairs as everything else is cleaned for Kim and Owen tomorrow.
Almost noon. Let’s get to it. > By mid-afternoon, after chores and a nap, you finished the scene. Now we need to deconstruct it and put it in place with Kassandra and Thales and Salaman. Take a break and have some lunch. Lunch and a copy last night’s final of “Numb3rs” one of both of your favorites. Then a wash and wax of the kitchen floor and you have nothing left but that downstairs dusting.
After supper and a few more errands you have completed scene eight.
It ended in the middle. Or, it seems to. I couldn’t come up with any more to write.
The scene has eight hundred words, orndorff, that’s enough.
But where did the Chaos Theory go to, and all those fractals? I thought we were getting into background on the multiple dimensions and universes the metaphysical analogy brings up.
The chapter is not over. One step at a time, boy. These people are having trouble adjusting to what they have just come to realize, other Dead exist, that the concept of Elysium is not as set as they thought, particularly Salaman. The Greeks are not the only ones who survive physical death.
But this is silly, Amorella. Everyone knows that.
Now, not then.
What if human-like aliens did make themselves known?
I don’t think it would be such a big deal. The churches have already declared it is possible others are out there. That is old stuff, Amorella. All this shows is how isolated people were back then. Cultures grown out of mountains, valleys, hunting and agriculture. These Dead are not as far along as I thought they would be. Their inquisitive minds are more isolated than I thought, particularly for being Dead. Surely they are aware of others in the world besides Greeks.
Elysium is isolated. That is the way it is set up.
Reminds me of an old boy’s club with women allowed.
How is the usual modern concept of Heaven any different?
I don’t know, Amorella. I said I would be polite. People are allowed to believe what they want, I don’t care. I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes here.
Then let the ancient Greeks be what they want. Be polite to them too. You need to think a little further than you do, orndorff. We have to stay pretty much on the same page. Do you understand what I am saying, boy? – Amorella.
I do. But this is fiction.
Don’t you want it authentic sounding and realistic not pie in the sky stuff?
I do.
Good. Now, post this and the whole scene eight and we are done with it for a time. Next, scene nine, this time with Mario and Thales who secretly share what they know with Aeneas. Perhaps this scene will be more to your liking. Scene 8
Evening. The two men stood patiently at Kassandra’s door waiting for her to open it.
“This is like life,” commented Salaman. “What is her problem? Why doesn’t she respond?”
Thales replied, “I agree. This is unlike her. Perhaps she fell into a deep sleep. If so, we will not be able to disturb her.”
“Why don’t we go back to the Mikroikia and see if Mario shows up,” suggested Salaman. “We haven’t seen him all day.”
“Nor Sophia. We must be missing something,” noted Thales. “This is very odd.”
“Maybe Mother called it off.”
The door suddenly opened outwardly. “I’m sorry. Come in. I need to fill you two in.”
“We could have met at the Mikroikia and had a good time waiting.”
Kassandra acted as though she didn’t hear him, and shut the door to private.
She turned, attempted a smile, and said, “I have these two chairs and the bed. Who wants the bed?”
“I’ll take it,” said Salaman. “I just want to lie down.”
Thales winked at Kassandra and sarcastically commented, “This is what we Dead do best, lie down. What is on your mind, Kassandra?”
She adjusted the legs of the chair for her comfort. “Sophia and I were called to Mother’s this afternoon because Mario had gone to speak to her earlier.”
Thales shrugged with his hands suddenly in the air, shot out, “It is over then.” His mind ran through the following thoughts. I knew it. This plan wasn’t going to work. Zeus has put an end to all this. I knew it was Zeus.
“Why weren’t we at least consulted?” asked Salaman indignantly. This was rigged by the women, he thought. They always want to control.
“Mother invited us into her private chamber. It is really a chapel.”
“No one has ever been to her privacy chamber.”
Thales added, “I didn’t know she needed one.” Then he asked, “To what gods? Who are her favorites?”
Kassandra then whispered as if it were the darkest secret in all of Elysium, “She worships no gods or goddesses, no one in the Pantheon and none foreign either.”
Salaman, still in anger asked, “What did Mario stir up? He is the start of today’s event.”
“Start with Mario,” concurred Thales. “I agree. He is the instigator. It was arrogant to confront Mother directly without confiding in us beforehand. What is this all about, Kassandra?”
She hesitated from the social awkwardness-of-an-earlier-moment, “Mother, uh.”
“Mother what?” asked Salaman abruptly. “You called for us to be here.”
“Just tell us,” said Thales calmly. “Otherwise, I can only imagine the worst.”
Kassandra resigned with a shrug of her shoulders, much as she did in her last moment of life, “Mario asked Mother where the Egyptian Dead are?” She paused, “I think Mother intuitively knew someone was going to ask her a question she could not honestly answer.
“We all have questions that can’t be answered, why should that bother her?”
She retorted, “Because everyone looks to Mother to give a decent answer, Salaman.”
He responded, “I think most people assume the Egyptians are not worthy to be in Elysium. Why would their heroes want to come here anyway? Isn’t that right, Thales?”
“It would seem so. Though where do their heroes go?”
“Not to a good place,” rattled Salaman offensively.
“I think it is none of our business,” voiced Kassandra with calm, “but Mother told us something that no one but Sophia, Mario and myself know.”
“What is that?”
“Thales, she said that before she came Here, to Elysium, she went someplace else, where there were other Dead. They invited her to stay but she wanted to make her nest here, so to speak, so she left. And, she . . . .”
Salaman stood immediately confronted the concept with, “Impossible. There is no other place for us Greeks.”
Kassandra chastised, “You don’t even know if Mother is Greek, Salaman.”
“You don’t make sense, woman.” He drooled on effusively, “What else would she be, Persian?”
Thales retorted, “No one asks questions such as this. We are all family, that is what is important here, and Mother is well, our Mother. She was here first. We followed her here through our own birth mothers I would imagine. It is reasonable to think this.”
Hands in the air and wide-eyed, Salaman barbed, “You are the reasonable one Thales?
Thales the Dreamer is the reasonable one, Kassandra, what do you think of that?”
She replied, “Calm down, Salaman. What is wrong with you? Why are you ranting?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You claim our Mother isn’t Greek, and Thales here thinks the Persians or Egyptians or whoever else should have a Place for their Dead Heroes. Their heroes have been our enemies.”
“Fellow Greeks have been our enemies. Now, Salaman, if you would gather your thoughts,” admonished Thales.
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