Notes

         Up at six-thirty, well before light. Fed the cat, delivered papers, read the paper and had breakfast. Still before light. You awoke earlier thinking about how this story is turning, and a bit too soon, as you see it.

         I don’t see how surveying peoples’ dreams is going to help them connect with the other Dead. Plus, where must these Dead be? Where are the world’s cultural nests, so to speak? And, where are the marsupial Dead? How did Mother make the jump and why can’t she fade back into her privacy chamber like everyone else? These things don’t make sense and I don’t see a connection. Besides this, where is the connection with Chaos Theory?

We have a Tree of Thought and Light that is as a filament in a kind of lantern with an open top and bottom. I like that image in that it is used to describe the human heart also, no known top or bottom. The filament flickers so it is not a steady light. Who this ‘lantern’ is for is unknown. As there is a connection between the marsupial Dead and the human Dead through Mother the chances of a connection between the Living marsupials and Living humans is more apt to be, that is my assumption. First, the Dead have to solve the problem of how to meet with the Dead of other cultures. I don’t think ‘dreaming’ is the answer. I don’t think bridge building is either.

And, whatever way it is connected it has to fit within the analogy of the Tree of Thought and Light. I mean we are only talking Earth here and at most, the other side of the Milky Way galaxy. So, the framework has to be narrowed, first to Earth. The connections as seen through observation would be in the unconsciousness where the dreams originate. Joseph Campbell comes to mind as well as the concepts of Freud and Jung before him. Is the unconscious (in the story of course) connected to Chaos Theory and/or Quantum Theory? If so, how? And, why?

This would tend to show itself first in the art of a culture rather than its science, at least to me. Lots of questions. Lots of problem solving to do consciously. All part of the fun as far as I am concerned. Writing is fun. Keeps me occupied in task formulation. Keeps me out of the bars – can’t be any harm in it as far as I can see.

         A bit rambling but you got out most of what is in there this morning. Post. We’ll get into the next scene which may help clarify some of your concerns. – Amorella. 

         Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day fits right in. The Word of the Day for March 16 is:

Archetype-  noun: the original pattern or model of which all things of the same type are

representations or copies : prototype; also : a perfect example.

Did you know?

"Archetype" derives via Latin from the Greek adjective "archetypos"

("archetypal"), formed from the verb "archein" ("to begin" or "to rule") and the

noun "typos" ("type"). ("Archein" also gave us the prefix "arch-," meaning

"principal" or "extreme" and used to form such words as "archenemy," "archduke,"

and "archconservative.") "Archetype" has specific uses in the fields of

philosophy and psychology. The ancient Greek philosopher Plato, for example,

believed that all things have ideal forms (aka archetypes) of which real things

are merely shadows or copies. And in the psychology of C. G. Jung, "archetype"

refers to an inherited idea or mode of thought that is present in the

unconscious of the individual. In everyday prose, however, "archetype" is most

commonly used to mean "a perfect example of something."

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         Nice coincidence.

         After noon and you are about to go to lunch at Longhorn (after the baby is fed). You have not been doing much today but hanging out. This next scene will sort out one of your problems. This one is about the same time as the last and it is Sophia, Kassandra and Salaman, who has calmed down through the reassurances of both women. Some men might be envious of the scene in that he is lying in bed with Sophia on his left and Kassandra on his right. They even cuddle and hold hands. Rather artistic. Look for a statue of three nudes and see if there is one out there. Just for the fun of it. – Amorella.

         That’s funny. I am envisioning a piece of modern art of molded metal. That’s what comes to mind. On a college campus someplace or in a grand city park or museum of modern art. I’ll check it out. I only found one, you can’t see the third, who is also a woman. Reminds me of the three Fates – only legs and torsos, but interesting. The photo is of no use but it is neo-classic not modern. I have seen it before but don’t know its name or who did the sculpting.

         Pop it in here and let’s call it the Fates for the moment. Perhaps a connection with these three in scene ten.

         I don’t see how two women and one man, they don’t sound like the Fates to me. Here it is, although I’ll probably be in trouble for it one way or another.

         We can save it for the next scene, eleven. From ‘Fotosearch’. – Amorella.

         Home from an excellent lunch. Owen and Kim are both resting if not napping. Carol is on her iMac. > Let’s go to scene ten.

Scene 10

Late night, about the same time the boys are at the Mikroikia, three spirited bodies are lying in the same bed, Salaman is in the middle, Sophia on his left and Kassandra on his right. The privacy place is Sophia’s. None has a stitch on and no one seems to care as a blanket and the darkness except for the starlight covers them. They wait, more or less quietly, to fall into a stone cold sleep. Whispers are all that is needed and whispers is all you can hear. Touching and holding hands is not out of the question or even questionable to these three. Each needs solace and personal comforting. Between each piece of dialogue there are usually a few seconds of silence, sometimes longer, depending upon the reader's imagination.

“I was so embarrassed.”

“Me to.”

“So you both faded away right in front of Mother?”

“Mother said, ‘I do not fade in awkward social or private conditions.’”

“I was not sure what she met. If you are in private why would you fade away in the first place?”

“She brought up ‘awkward social conditions’ and I thought she was talking about herself in the present tense, while we were there, so I didn’t know what to do or say so I faded away. I should have just excused myself.”

“It would have been more polite had we both excused ourselves, but we didn’t.”

“What she must think of us. She is counting on us and we acted like novices.”

“I’m sure it isn’t that bad. I still can’t believe she may not be Greek. It never dawned on me that she would be anything else.”

“It was that awkward silence.”

“She is not royalty. She is not a queen.”

“All mothers are queens of their own house. We were her guests and we didn’t leave properly.”

“How does that work? I mean, it is similar to fainting, at least the way I remember fainting, and the next thing you know you are back in the comfort of your own personal chamber.”

“No one knows. It just happens. Not too often, thankfully.”

“What I wonder about is whether Mother set up that uncomfortable situation with intent or if it was accident?”

“Why, with intent?”

“I had the feeling there was more she wanted to say, but at the last minute changed her mind and just decided she wanted us out of there, and that was the quickest least awkward way for her.”

“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought that at all.”

“If Mother isn’t Greek then what is she?”

“If she is the Mother of all humanity, then she must be quite old. Why is she with us and not with the Persians who are an older culture than us?”

“Or from India. I think they are even older.”

“Where are all the other Dead people?”

“I don’t think Mother knows. Mothers always have concerns about their children. It is no wonder she doesn’t sleep.”

“I didn’t know she doesn’t sleep. What does she do all night?”

“Maybe she secretly visits her other children in India or Africa.”

One by one there was a longer pause between question. Most of them too heavy to answer. They held hands longer and snuggled closer. Both women ended up wrapped over the right or left leg of Salaman. Eventually they were so close, so intimate, that all they could do was close into a tight but comfortable group hug. They felt the shared warmth of bodies they did not have. It was a natural human warmth. Soon, each fell into a deep sleep and the three turned into a single piece of stone. No one realized this, of course, as it was a very rare event. If they were propped upright like three human beings solidified into tree trunk they would have appeared a classically sculpted work of art.

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