I read about epileptic seizures this morning. The closest one I could relate to was a tonic seizure, stiffened muscles, in my case forearm to hand and forearm to shoulder. I have had all those tests, EEG’s, etc. and brain scans. This has all been covered in earlier notes.
Yesterday’s encounter is as a seizure, an abnormal electrical discharge in the brain. I am not going to retract what I wrote in description yesterday. Doubt is built in, no matter what I come up with. Now, again, I don’t have anything more to say.
Yesterday’s encounter is as a seizure, an abnormal electrical discharge in the brain. I am not going to retract what I wrote in description yesterday. Doubt is built in, no matter what I come up with. Now, again, I don’t have anything more to say.
The word of the day is a good one, fits right in:
The Word of the Day for July 22 is:
Inenarrable: adjective: incapable of being narrated : indescribable
Example sentence:
"Their songs were sometimes frenzied like the dances in which they whirled to syncopated rhythms, but more often muffled and sad with the inenarrable misery of their bondage." (Ross Lockridge, Jr., Raintree County)
Did you know?
"Ineffable," "inenarrable," "indescribable" -- English has quite a few words for expressing that which can't be expressed. The prefix "in-," meaning "not," teamed up with Latin "enarrare" ("to explain in detail") to give us "inenarrable," and the same prefix joined with Latin "effabilis" ("capable of being expressed") to create "ineffable." English speakers have used "ineffable" since the 14th century, and "inenarrable" made its way into the language from French in the 15th century. "Indescribable" was a late arrival, relatively speaking -- it has only been with us since the 18th century.
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It is good to know there are words such as this. Now, back to the internet, then time for a nap. > Up from nap, feeling better. I need to get cracking on the next scenes in chapter five. I don’t know what I am going to do in chapter six, just have to wait and see. I don’t think Amorella is around. Pretty quiet in the creative department. Arthritis has been bad this week, back on Celebrex as of Monday. It helps. Joints ache from time to time. Even finger joints, which is relatively new. Mostly ankles, knees and hip joints. It is quite humid out so I imagine that is part of the problem. I am not sure whether to post any of this or not, it is just me with a brain and fingers too loose to shut up.
Late lunch at Panera/Chipotle, a stop for gas and Kroger’s. You have finished scenes ten, eleven and twelve but not the actually copying which should not take that long. From there three more scenes at most and chapter five will be complete for now.
These scenes were interesting, a switched a couple and revised some so that they make more sense. Who would have thought that the shamans’ dance above the River Styx would have been witnessed by Ezekiel and come down to us as ‘a wheel in a wheel’. That is pretty good for showing what Amorella/myself is attempting to show. Connections misconnected, automatic imagination referenced to what the observer can legitimately accept in herorhis mind. Makes sense. I understand what is being written as it is coming from myself, but the reader, well I have my doubts. Cliff will have to write some notes. Reminds me of Paradise Lost. If I remember correctly he was asked to write notes explaining the logistics of his books as they went along. I could do this, I suppose, in some way following Asimov’s Encyclopedia Galactic comments at the beginning of each chapter. Maybe Merlyn could preface each chapter with a note as to its contents for the reader’s benefit.
If this is done it will have to be in each chapter through the last three books, no exceptions, for consistency’s sake, orndorff. The idea is plausible, it would not have been so for the first three books. Merlyn will have to do the final editing for each book if this is the case, that is, his persona will have to be in charge not you. – Amorella.
Scene 10
Takis took note of Mario and Aeneas sitting solemnly cross-legged on the bank of the River Styx where Takis 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, a place where ‘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. I see Takis's head is becoming a spinning moon-world of light above, thought Aeneas, and his lower torso and legs a spinning moon-world of light below. It appears three small independently spinning she-moon-deities have eaten or taken Takis’s human form, concluded Aeneas.
Mario, meanwhile, also 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, so thought Mario.
Neither Mario or Aeneas can understand the dancing ever changing disks of light, circling first to the left, then to the right, then 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.
Circles of thirteen identities in thirty-nine dancing lights over the River Styx and another Light enters with wall-less shadows churning and painting a starless tent over the River and both its shores. The lesser, the thirty-nine dancing lights flicker and disappear into such a shadowed enclosure.
And from such a darkness a small speck, a needle prick of a light appears and draws in the weight of real, imaginary, and invisible worlds. Were it not so dark with freedom between an individual’s heart and soul and mind the Unsupervised Light would glow unnoticed.
Unknown, the Supervisor pulled what modern humans might call a magical hat trick beneath the stage of gravity and all its darkly material attractions.
It was nothing of the sort of course. In the seed of a quantum tangle of all realities is imagination. Separating imagination from reality is like separating an individual’s heartansoulanmind, and therein lies the contrivance, the automaticity, built into the Supervisor HeranHis self.
Interfaced within the minutely lit outer darkness forms maneuvered within the multi-wheeling minds of Mario and Aeneas fire shot upward and downward in the center of an instant in being Dead. The voice of the dreamer became the silence of dream.
What IS, IS NOT. Those who say they know, know nothing. Those who know nothing bask in an interlude of understanding of their lack of knowledge. In less than the blink of an eye neither man had, a lull, a lack, formed a refreshed library in their minds. Study developed into a new meaning of experience.
As Mario and Aeneas calmly observed, the still quiet waters of the River Styx lay out beyond the mid-afternoon shore as usual. The dancing lights had disappeared, night and day also disappeared. Unknowingly, Mario and Aeneas had died for a second time and neither could begin to understand the consequence.
The original twelve shamans however, the dancers who understood, had quietly returned to who they had always been in life and death. Ishtar, a woman from Assyria; Enki a high priest from Babylonia; Jun from China; Amenhotep from Egypt; Amrita, a woman from India; Teja of the Indo-Europeans; Meir from Israel; Kagami, a woman from Japan; B’alam from the Central American Olmec; Tiwanaku from High Peru; Dido, a woman from Phoenicia; and Mother’s first, Panagiotakis from pre-ancient Greece. The old meanings of the Shamans’ given names in no particular order are: Truth; Holy; Glow; Light; Pharaoh; Immortality; Virgin; Lord; Star; Mirror; Jaguar; and Center-Stone.
This witnessing and understanding of Mario and Aeneas was silently taken back to Mother for her perusal.
Scene 11
The dancers, the twelve had returned to themselves not realizing the effect they had had on Earth, on one of the Living. Back on Earth a lonely man by the name of Ezekiel looks up in the air near the river Chebar and reported:
I looked, and, behold, a whirlwind came out of the north, a great cloud, and a fire enfolding itself, and a brightness was about it, and out of the midst thereof as the color of amber, out of the midst of the fire. Also out of the midst thereof came the likeness of four living creatures. This was their appearance; they had the likeness of a man. Every one had four faces, and every one had four wings.
Their feet were straight feet; and the sole of their feet was like the sole of a calf’s foot: and they sparkled like the colours of burnished brass. They had the hands of a man under their wings on their four sides; and they four had their faces and their wings. Their wings were joined one to another; they turned not when they went; they went every one straight forward.
As for the likeness of their faces, they four had the face of a man, and the face of a lion, on the right side: and they four had the face of an ox on the left side; they four also had the face of an eagle. Thus were their faces: and their wings were stretched upward; two wings of every one were joined one to another, and two covered their bodies. They went every one straight forward: whither the spirit was to go, they went; and they turned not when they went.
As for the likeness of the living creatures, their appearance was like burning coals of fire, and like the appearance of lamps: it went up and down among the living creatures; and the fire was bright, and out of the fire went forth lightning. And the living creatures ran and returned as the appearance of a flash of lightning.
Now as I beheld the living creatures, behold one wheel upon the earth by the living creatures, with his four faces. The appearance of the wheels and their work was like unto the colours of a beryl: and they four had one likeness: and their appearance and their work was as it were a wheel in the middle of a wheel. When they went, they went upon their four sides: and they turned not when they went. As for their rings, they were so high that they were dreadful; and their rings were full of eyes round about them four. And when the living creatures went, the wheels went by them: and when the living creatures were lifted up from the earth, the wheels were lifted up.
Whithersoever the spirit was to go, they went, thither was their spirit to go; and the wheels were lifted up over against them: for the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels. When those went, these went; and when those stood, these stood; and when those were lifted up from the earth, the wheels were lifted up over against them: for the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels.
And the likeness of the firmament upon the heads of the living creature was as the colours of the terrible crystal, stretched forth over their heads above. And under the firmament were their wings straight, the one toward the other: every one had two, which covered on this side, and every one had two, which covered on that side, their bodies. And when they went, I heard the noise of their wings, like the noise of great waters, as the voice of the Almighty, the voice of speech, as the noise of an host: when they stood, they let down their wings.
There was a voice from the firmament that was over their heads, when they stood, and had let down their wings. And above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone: and upon the likeness of the throne was the likeness as the appearance of a man above upon it. And I saw as the colors of amber, as the appearance of fire round about within it, from the appearance of his loins even upward, and from the appearance of his loins even downward, I saw as it were the appearance of fire, and it had brightness round about.
Scene 12
In Elysium 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.”
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, “Please, do not 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.
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That evening Mother quietly sat with her Grandfather Takis along the River Styx. She asked, “How did you know I would come here?”
Takis smiled with an unusual twinkle in the upper corner of his left eye and responded, “Because you knew I would not come to you.”
She slowly adjusted her body to the ground, “I had a talk with Mario and Aeneas.”
He said, “It is your spine.”
“It is. I have not felt such a pain since being in life.”
“What caused this, child?”
“I do not know. Mario and Aeneas were telling me of their experience with the shaman circle dance, and.”
“You did not realize we could return.”
Surprised she replied, “That’s right. I did not know.”
“You were never told.”
“That is no reason for such pain to return.”
“It never left.”
“It is only a piece of papyrus that separates the Dead from the Living.”
“We want to return. You know this Grandfather. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“One cannot go back.”
“You did not returned to Earth?”
“No. We entered old consciousness. It was as a dream, a memory returned.”
She asked solemnly, “Do you ever enter the real Earth?”
He paused and his eyes rolled up into his mind. “I do not know. There is no way to know. Our minds are moved. That is all we are sure of.”
“What about our project? Our bridge building?”
Sadness enveloped his face. “Child,” he said quietly, “The river is no more real than we are.”
“How can you say this? questioned Mother. We are conscious. We have our memories of life and this life after death.”
“Presently," he noted, "you are having painfully searing physical memories.”
I am not, thought Mother. I am not in pain. Grandfather is wrong. She looked into his eyes dumbfounded at her thought that he could be wrong, but she said nothing.
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Parts of these next scenes, thirteen, fourteen and fifteen, are redundant because you forgot what you where you were and what you were doing. You have them in a separate document and first, we will take them down to what has not been presented and see what can be done. You made an error here, but we can rectify it, after all this is but draft work.
You are feeling better about the ‘event’ or ‘encounter’ tonight. Part of this is because your short term memory has always been rather ‘loosely bound’. It is just as well.
What are you, Amorella? I ‘experience’ you like this, at a distance, and I am fine, but up close I freeze. I am in territory that I should not be in, at least that is how I feel in the moment. My wrists begin to ache. I hope it is arthritic.
You listen close, boy. I walk into your space, you do not walk into mine. You would not know an Angel if it sat upon your little finger or you, as it were, sat upon the Angel’s little finger. Your nouns are clouded with folklore. The words were invented, boy, by your ancestors. Be thankful for each as none of the world would be the same without a one of them. Nor would you or anyone else.
When I enter your space, your mind, boy, you have no place to go. That’s as simply put as I’ll make it, at least for now. You are next to Nothing and know it. That is gallows humor hanging around your neck boy. You need not worry though. Your mind has no place to fall as far as I am concerned. Tomorrow we finish this chapter and will be ready to move to the next. – Amorella.
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