Noon. You are at the parking lot of Kroger’s on Tylersville Road waiting for Carol. Earlier you trimmed the yard and it is almost done. While waiting you revised the first part of scene twelve. Drop it in here.
Scene 12
Mother listened to Mario and Aeneas’s observations and kept her comments to herself. The surprise was that she had never attended such a sacred ceremony. My own grandfather, why did Takis keep this from me, she thought, and when she thought it she felt a sudden sharp pain from near her right heel up through the back of her leg into the intervertebral fifth disk of her lower spine.
I am alive, shot through a sudden almost numbing separation in our Mother’s mind. I have not felt such an intensely physical pain since life. Between another shot of pain Takis’s words, “We are from there, to here.” An epiphany arose between the third and final shot of pain from leg to lower back. She immediately shut her eyes and closed her mind to it.
In a blink she found herself lying on her bed. She heard Aeneas’s voice, “Are you all right, Mother?”
“I have not seen anything like this since life,” commented Mario. “You fell in what appeared to be excruciating pain.”
“My back,” she mumbled. “It is my back.” Then embarrassed, she smiled slightly as most any mother would seeing her children in anguish. “I have no spine. I feel better. An old memory of life. I am sorry you witnessed it. I will be all right. Thank you for comforting me. You are both good boys.” She could see the relief in their faces. “I think I just need to rest.”
“Yes, Mother,” responded Mario.
Quietly she requested, “Don’t leave the house. I will see you shortly. Let me relax for a few moments.”
“Yes, Mother,” said Aeneas, and he was surprised how much it meant to him to say those words.
[to be continued] ***
Home, you had left over Papa John pizza for lunch and you are relaxing in the living room with a fan on medium with the air on also. You finished trimming, half of it in shade. Hot day and you do not do well physically in heat. You have not forgotten the summer of 1960 feeling of ‘dying’ along a dusty mule trail within a mile of Phantom Ranch.
Not much to it actually. Blue sky, orange rock. I thought of Illinois and football. Mostly I was too tired to think of anything else. Then I shut my eyes. No epiphanies. No fears. The mood was: ‘This is the way it is, this is the way it ends.’. That was it until George Mi., George Mu. And Gary Jackson woke me up and enticed me with a canteen of water. When I am actively out in the heat of day and my lower back hurt and I suddenly very tired, that memory comes to mind.
A reminder that I have many of your frozen life memories to draw from, orndorff, from my point of view, even among the Dead in these books you can be authentic enough. No one else’s memories are writing them I can assure you of that. – Amorella.
I’m neutral to the concept of reincarnation. I have never felt I was reincarnated as far as I can remember but still, I am connected to the genetic Eve and Adam of the human species that is alive today. I really do feel that in today’s world we are all cousins. Scientific evidence points to this, but I suppose we do not have ‘proof’ as such. I’ll go with the science. Belief is secondary to knowledge and understanding, I’ll stick with Plato on that. Do I believe reincarnation is possible? Yes. I see a problem of probability here. I wonder if Mother sees one in her situation too? It depends on what her epiphany was when she shut her eyes to it.
Mother suddenly (with a sharp pain from life) believes it may be possible to be alive and dead at the same time, an ancient version of Schrödinger’s half a cat living and half a cat dead. She realizes, of course, that she first among the Dead. So, was the ‘moment’ real life or a very vivid recollection of real life? What is the difference? Does it really make any difference within her context?
In this sense another problem is constructed. If reality does not make a difference, then what does the definition of reality (an actual fact) really become?
Now, this is a mind problem that must be balanced out with the heart. The soul can remain neutral on this question because the soul’s reality, is in part, the balance or the lack of balance between the heart and the mind, at least as far as these books are concerned. – Amorella.
So, Mother has two problems: one, the rebellion; and two, her struggle for ‘balance’ within?
That’s enough for these books. It appears human enough to me.
Either problem can interfere with the other.
Sounds like human reality to me. – Amorella.
Okay. What next?
Post, and relax. You have more errands and chores to complete. This is enough for today. – Amorella. 
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