Up late, still tired from yesterday. Did your exercises and an errand as well as lunch at Potbelly’s in Kenwood. Kim enjoyed the treat as they have no Potbelly’s in Cleveland. Home by dinnertime. Busy family day. Early you were reminded of the date and on Facebook you placed:
In honor of one of my first heroes:
GAIVS IVLIVS CAESAR
13 July 100 BC -- 15 March 44 BC
He went down fighting like the soldier he was.
And, you have been checking the Caesar ancestry on Wikipedia thinking about what to do for Owen as going back before a few Scottish kings is mostly hearsay.
I had a good time taking the genealogy back through the Scottish royal line even though it is no doubt fiction. Still, it was cool to wonder upon I have to admit. It did give me inspiration for use in Grandma’s Stories in particular. The concepts are still close to my heart in that there are millions of people out there who are directly related to King David and Bathsheba and on back to Abraham and Sarah. One day perhaps DNA experts will be able to tell people who the famous and/or infamous people they are directly related to. One would hope it would help make people think and consider the human race as a whole rather than in parts. At least I would like to think it would. Plus, it would make everyone’s history more personal and hopefully more interesting.
Tonight perhaps we can work on this next scene if time permits.
I agree. Scene Nine, maybe I can get it done.
Post this to keep you on your toes. – Amorella. Scene 9
Late into the night Aeneas sat near the window outside the café. Aranos, the old server stopped by the table, “Relaxing, are you Aeneas?”
Aeneas, in a shy mood, nodded and responded, “I am, but I am also waiting on Thales and Mario. Mario said we would share a bottle of wine and be on our way.”
“Don’t forget the bread and cheese,” laughed Aranos who was quickly settled at the table of the lonesome newcomer, inquiring on the best wines the stranger knew.
The two showed up shortly and suggested they meet in the back room. The smaller table was set up and they gather around it, sat, and readied a good one all were familiar with. “What is this about?” asked Aeneas. “Why come back here?”
Thales declared, “We want to let you in on a new bit of knowledge.”
“We want your opinion?” added Mario, who continued, “Today I asked Mother about the Egyptian Dead. I was thinking that this bridge we are building might find the Egyptian Dead on the other side.”
“She did not know, Aeneas,” said Thales. “Mother doesn’t know where the other Dead are.”
“Why did you expect her to?” asked Aeneas. “No one talks about it because we are here. Our friends our here as are many of our families. We do not know the Egyptian Dead. At least I don’t know any I would be friends with like Here.”
Thales commented, “Don’t you think it strange that Mother wouldn’t know who her mother was?”
“I thought she was our original Mother?”
“She still had to have a Mother, Aeneas,” quibbled Mario. “If each culture has its own mother, someone has to be the mother of all the mothers.”
Aeneas interrupted, “But we aren’t family? Why is this important?”
“Suppose,” said Mario, “all of the tribes, the Persians, Egyptians, Indians, and even the Celts to the north are all the same.”
“What if they are. I mean. We have similar appearances. And like other creatures we may be the same in a general way, but . . . .”
“We can all bear children from each other,” added Thales.
“The point is this, Aeneas, if we could find the other Dead and tell them of our plan to return to Earth,” noted Mario, “they may have an incentive to join us.”
“No one has found any strangers in Elysium, that is other than newcomers. Once we know who they are and their families everyone fits in well enough,” responded Aeneas.
“That’s another point,” said Mario. “Mother said that before she came to Elysium to wait on her children to follow her, she found herself with others who were Dead who are different than us.”
“You mean by dress and tongue?”
“No, Aeneas. They have no breasts. Neither female or male exhibited nipples.”
“That is impossible,” he replied. “They must have cut them off, like the Amazons cut off one of their breasts for better aim and hunting.”
“No. That is just it,” said Thales. “There are other Dead who are similar to us but not us.”
Mario compounded, “Complete strangers, foreigners. People from unknown parts of Mother Earth.”
“What is the point? It appears to have made little difference. Besides, Mother may be storytelling.”
Mario said, “Let’s assume she is telling the truth. How did she get from one Place of the Dead to our own? She doesn’t know. I did find out she has never faded to her privacy chamber. We always end up in our own house.”
Thales ended the conversation, “Here’s something to sleep on, Aeneas, the gods don’t appear to have anything to do with this phenomenon. Mother has no references to the Pantheon in her house. None.”
“That is indeed strange.”
“We have no idea what may be on the other side of the Styx.”
The three sat quietly drinking their shared favorite while also noting their recent words piled about the table. In life fear of the unknown might have engulfed them, but Dead, and among their own, the only unsettling was the rising rumble of more questions. We know we are Greek is a statement understood by each. We know who are original Mother is. Another statement understood. Each with new questions piling into his mind saw the Styx rising along side.
Finally, with a sigh, Thales said, “We are brothers here. We will not be under-minded. We do have a gift besides our reason. We need to put our dreams to work. The people we have known in Life, some were from foreign lands. All those I have known had reason. We know madness when we see it. This is not madness. We need to search, for now in secret, to find if others who have known strangers as friends or who were once married to foreigners secretly have contact with them in their present dreams."
He continued, "No one talks about these things. We go about our daily business. We attempt to maintain polite company within our culture here. We do not discuss our private dreams except with our closest friends. It is possible that if we did, we would discover something we do not realize about ourselves as a cultural tribe and as individuals. And, with this new knowledge we may find yet another way to make ourselves back to Earth to greet the Living with great joy.”
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