Notes

        Mid-morning. You ran up to Schneider’s for a cream filled doughnut for each of you and you bought a few treats to take over to Aunt Patsy later this morning. Carol is washing her hair, Mary Lou is cleaning up the kitchen, and you are about to go over the many stick-um notes you scribbled between three and four this morning.

         I don’t know if these will make sense or not, but I hope I find them useful for this scene in the book. At the time I used the alphabet as a symbol of getting at an invisible truth as an ancient shaman might. It felt ‘right’ – like I was in the grove of an ancient concept. Not for real exactly, but as a kind of authentic modern parallel shaman-like thinking. One I can live with as far as the book is concerned. Fiction is a wonderful device no question about it. Here are the notes.

         No, not as is, orndorff. Also write down what comes to you, put it in brackets as the thoughts come along. They might not come again. – Amorella.

Notes:

Red white blue (anagram?)

Read blue and white (book covers)

Each letter as a soul, thus 26 souls

An exchange of letters (as a jump to post cards)

Each letter (a person) in context of other letters – a family unit out to a species as a unit

Each letter as a consciousness (to be possibly added or erased or misread)

Live being written

Spacing on a page and a chapter as a culture

Chapter transition (any transition) as DNA code but a spiritual code instead

Open for translation as Greek to Latin and Latin on to English

Words to sounds and sounds transition into music

Music to consciousness growth (always) a symphony of movement

Movement transition [transcendental-like] to feeling and on to an intensity [in it existential self] onto ‘musical notes’ of ‘design’

Shape notes – sheet music – a chorus

A march [John Phillips Sousa] into Alice and rabbit holes and looking glass[es]

All this (becoming) into [a movement of] quantum entanglement which leads from ‘sound’ back into a ‘vision’

A cacophony of thought [into] and light

What does the heart read? What does the soul read? What does the mind read?

How can each reading be compromised by all three? (to carry the concept on as a single unit)

This is but a semblance of reality [small r] as it is

Which becomes more naked (more elementary) than with any one of the readings ( of heart, soul, and mind)

[Thus], interpretation and meaning is what being Dead is all about within these books.

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         You stopped by Aunt Patsy and Uncle Ernie’s before noon to give AP her birthday goodies and found they were listening to chapter four and it sounded really good. You are so glad you made an audio CD for them. You and Carol had a good talk with them as always, then off to Aunt Ruthie and Tony’s for the gathering at thirteen hundred and thirty hours. You had a good time there also and left a little after seventeen hundred. Afterwards Carol insisted you drive to Mason to pick up your leg ‘brace’ which you did. It is now going on twenty-two hundred hours and it has been a busy and family fun day.

         I thought I would be ready to work some more on my notes and find out what it is that will work for Takis. I will say I feel much better about all this tonight even if it isn’t exactly right. I feel I have a better ‘understanding’ of his character.

         You can work up the anagram for red, white, blue for curiosity’s sake. Several thousand were found. Here are a few:

Bruited Wheel

Hebrew Dilute

Web Red Hue Lit

Tub Held Were I

         These don’t really make sense, it was just a thought. Actually, I don’t know what all that was/is. It may not be useful at all, and may be rather silly by tomorrow morning. Writing is like this. It never looks the same the next day.

         You see, meaning and purpose can come in all guises. The making of the anagrams is an example of this. Bruited Wheel is significant to you in that one of your early books was titled “The Wheel” only you only wrote a hundred pages of fiction on the Druids during the time of Caesar. You did write a poem about druids called “The Wheel” also. You mean no offense but Hebrew Dilute reminds you of your one hundred percent Belief-o-Matic score on “Reform Judaism”. The others were of less significance to you.

         It isn’t really that significant. What it does is spark my imagination but the focus on myself doesn’t really do me any good. I think the good shamans let themselves go so they might become something else and learn from being something else. In some ways I think fiction does that for me. Instead of becoming a particular animal like a bear or a fox in mind I become fiction instead. So, perhaps that is another way I can authentically connect with the character, Takis.

         Think about it again tonight. You do have a point with this last paragraph. Post. Tomorrow, dude.  – Amorella.