Notes & Draft of first half of Scene 11: Chapter 5

       You were up at two and watched Flash Forward on the iPad. Turned it off, and in the illusions caused by sudden lack of light you saw a couple of small, pin pricked lights between you and the north wall and wondered, is it possible (for the shamans in the story) to be where they are and see the universe or galaxy between themselves and Mario and Aeneas sitting on the shore of the River Styx? An illusion to be sure, but also a connection of dimensions large and small, large within small. It is now after three and you are thinking of Alice and me (Amorella).

         I know. It has been done, but an imaginary grasp of something has been reached and perhaps it is usable in that I have a sense of the experience within imagination.

         Mid-morning, and off on a couple errands in a few minutes. You are finding it is taking some getting used to – a refrigerator with two doors on top and a freezer drawer underneath. Writing what you have not experienced firsthand has the same problems. Earlier while reading the newspaper you came across an article saying people should be more self critical and need to watch rationalizing their decision-making. You are concerned that you do not do enough of that and don’t want to get caught up in a tangled knot of thought. Just keep asking questions when you have them, ask close friends too. I am well aware of the problems people have in making and committing decisions. You wanted to write three books and I gave you the option of six, which you took after consulting a few friends as well as thinking it out for yourself. Don’t waste your mental energy on concerns such as this. Post. Later, dude. – Amorella. 

         After noon and you are ready to do some yard work. > Later afternoon and the mowing is mostly done. > Sitting in the parking lot at Natorp’s while Carol checks out flowers and garden supplies. Let’s work on the opening paragraph for scene eleven.

         Home. More yard work after Natorp’s and a quick supper at Burger King on Mason-Montgomery Road. Dusk. A quick lunch set up for tomorrow at Potbelly’s at Polaris with sister Cathy and Tod, who are back from New Orleans and Tampa. Then on up to Cleveland for a few days. As usual next door neighbors Tim and Amy are house sitting and lawn tending while you are gone. Take a break then we’ll continue with the opening paragraphs. – Amorella.

         You have finished the first draft of the first half of scene eleven. Post, and that is all for tonight. – Amorella.

Scene 11        

         Takis took note of Mario and Aeneas sitting solemnly cross-legged but with eager anticipation in eyes that did not reflect light on the bank of the River Styx close to where he first met the two not long before. Time twinkled in his own eyes as they drew themselves up within the outer appearance of his skull. ‘Neither Here nor There surround the thought pool of nowhere.’

         Without so much as a thought by Takis, the soul’s spinning axis is felt in the core stem of Takis’s mind. The soul immerges as a full spinning globe as an unorthodox soul-like atmospheric energy is released in his lower non-mass of middle body.

         A nymph’s light, thought Aeneas at first. Takis is cut in half by a thin horizontal blade of light which is slowly upward full turning into a small replica of the moon in the sky. His head is becoming a spinning moon-world of light above and his lower torso and legs a spinning moon-world of light below. Three small independently spinning she-moon-deities have eaten or taken Takis’s human form.

Mario analytically observes Takis’ once head-shape, a full moon circle, moves more slowly to the right while his mid-chest full moon circle moves quickly to the left. Below, Takis’s lower full moon circle spins more slowly than the middle but faster than the once head. The faster the spin the brighter the three global lights. The spectrum dances strangely without rhythm across each of the disks, until – violet to blue to green to yellow to orange to red to black to violet to blue to green to yellow to orange to red to black to . . . .

At once a dance of three vertical balls of light centered in a circle of twelve independent vertical balls of three around Takis who is centered, or seemingly it is Takis centered. Neither Mario or Aeneas can understand the dancing ever changing disks of light, circling first to the left, then to the right, the in a spin of the three lit balls of twelve. Thirty-nine identically sized and shaped balls all spinning in thirty-nine separate directions at thirty-nine separate rates of speeds. Mario’s mind jumped: a spinning stone circle with a center stone axis. Light. And, for once in their time being Dead, each, Mario and Aeneas, cast an eerie green and ghostly shadow that caused their heartsansoulsanminds to sense a heaviness, a weight not felt since once living on Earth.

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