Notes & and partial continuation of scene seven, Ch.5

        You are up before five and fell asleep thinking about the balance of heartansoulanmind and sometime during the night you concluded that the key to the balance was in an analogy with water, that heartansoulanmind had to become a mix of liquidity. You also thought of how it must be for experience to be a necessity in the life of Takis. Experience in life and experience in being Dead. Now, go back to sleep and think on it some more. – Amorella.

         Higher consciousness is a necessity, the species is secondary. The tree of thought and light is also secondary.

         Think about what is concrete and what is not in terms of consciousness as well. – Amorella.

         I had some ideas but no pen or pencil or pad to write on. Half asleep I drifted back into sleep. Upon awakening I remembered some. Staring at the southeast ceiling corner I caught myself seeing the corner from inside out, that is, the corner was an outer corner not an inward one. It was interesting to think on, that the mind can produce this as an optical illusion. Reasoning then that the Dead (in the book) can do the same, turn things inside out, something akin to shape-shifting the environment.

         Also, if higher consciousness is not an element of thought or light, about the only thing left (in my mind) is intensity, but I don’t know if higher consciousness is made up of ‘feeling’ as that is a human aspect. I have not thought of HC as a ‘feeling of intensity’ before. It is a strange concept because I cannot image HC without ‘thought’. The one other concept that I thought up for this homework assignment is that ‘higher consciousness creates its own reality’. This sounds like a sci fi movie, The Matrix, of a few years ago, but I am thinking of HC as something produced by First Cause, perhaps as side effect of producing something else entirely. Whatever it is it would be more concrete than our sense of reality. Although, it reminds me of an old word that is closer to the original meaning of a word we use today. Some Appalachian mountain English and Scottish words are this way but I can’t think of any of them presently.

         Your homework is not up to speed, but you and Carol have errands this morning, so get to them. Post. Later, dude. – Amorella. 

         Chinese from the Happy Buddha on Green for lunch. Carol and Paul had subs from Jack’s Deli nearby. Owen had his usual. Then a nap. Now it is mid-afternoon. Let’s get into the mind Takis the shaman. You need quiet but the proper music will do.

         I have spent time trying to find ‘proper’ music but I don’t know what Takis would like. What music would a shaman like anyway?

         You found ‘Chant’ on iTunes. That will work fine. Let’s go to it. > Almost time for Kim to come home from work. Take a break. Post what you have though it is a working draft and not yet completed. More later. – Amorella.

         I know it needs cleaned up before I can go on here. What you may have whispered to my fingers is lost in translation. I have a sense of spiritual function but I cannot put my head onto the form, the collaboration of poetic devices needed to shore the form in my head.

Scene 7

         Ten miles upstream from the bridge construction the Shaman Panagiotakis also sits cross-legged under a tree which is on the wooded edge some two hundred yards west of the River Styx as the other three, Mother, Mario and Aeneas are beginning their conversation in the previous scene.

         Takis, as he likes to be called, has eyes for all of his natural-like surroundings in Elysium. The greatest of human virtues in his moral eyes is Prudence not Justice. He governs and disciplines himself by reason and sometimes Reason with a capital. That is his perspective. Good Judgment and Circumspection surround this sense of Prudence like the great circles of stones surround the great tree at Mother’s. He is the stone and the wood that reflects the reality of wherever he finds himself. He is a chameleon, a Master shape-shifter of mind. Takis was as a ghost when alive. Now Dead for over 170 thousand years, he has a mind that has danced far beyond Merlyn’s and his Druid clans.

         Takis waits in Silence as Patience is another virtue. Waiting is easier when Dead. Besides, Takis has been to the other side of the Styx. Takis knows what others do not. He understands some of what he knows. This is what makes him a dangerous man even among the Dead.

         Takis sits drifting over the surface of the River Styx in the distance. He thinks. ‘Vertical this river appears to Mother. A wall. Mother’s elite are constructing a bridge to walk across the Styx when they should be building a ladder for the climbing. When they arrive for my advice I will tell them of the necessity of the ladder.’

         Foreign Dead. A strange term. No one is foreign Here just as no foreigners exist among the Living. Consciousness finds its own kettle for cooking. Up, down, left, right – these mean nothing by themselves. Intensity flowers and seeds then flowers again. Corners tackle the mind, corners pointed in or out comes nowhere closer to the truth than the River Styx. Thoughts end in tangles as reason bends into itself. The elements the Dead miss. Take away gravity and grave and where is Life’s purpose? Illusion is more important than the reality that creates it, just as Consciousness is more important than the reality it creates.

         When we leave this Place our Elysium will surely fade like childhood, and become another footstep left for heartsoulmind to puddle into. (to be edited and continued)