Notes & continuing of scene 4, ch. 6

         You are home after a pretty full day of checking out windows for the house. One fellow was out today and gave an estimate after measuring. Another comes tomorrow afternoon, and a third on Monday morning, so you should have a decision and order twenty windows and a six foot sliding back door by Tuesday morning.

         Tree trimmers were out this evening and you had two trimmed and one cut down in the woods and Tim K. next door said he and his brother would take down the other one and haul away old wood pile. You said you would pay them a fair fee. You also found school begins on Monday in Mason and you are happily retired, not from the classroom but from the daily grind of the system in which the classroom exists.

         Let’s go to your research on ‘water and light’ and begin another paragraph of scene four, chapter five. > After twenty-three hours and you have written more. Post what you have of scene four chapter six so far. It is a first draft and you have some word changes to make with those in bold type. Enough for today. – Amorella.

Scene 4

         An unusually frosty late Fall pre-dawn nests on the vegetation along the presently named town of al Kifl in Babylonia in the sixth century BCE.  The Euphrates, low this time of year, flows to old Ezekiel’s left as he stands for the last time, looking across the river and the desert west towards his birthplace, Israel. His last thought, ‘I see my Israel coming at me on this commonly dry and strong southwesterly wind.’

         Focus fell from the tired eyes and large spots of color erased the details of sight. Ezekiel felt his head silently float across the river as his priestly body collapsed without tension for the first time in his long life. The Euphrates below and sky above. ‘I never turned to see the rising sun,’ settled on his mind like the cool morning frost and he never thought to look back to see his limp body on the light mustard brown streaked sandstone and dull edged gray to black shale clothing the sides of one of the two great rivers in Nebuchadnezzar II’s  Babylon. Babylon, whose much earlier great Mesopotamia’s king, Hammurabi, had carved the world’s first known coded laws in stone.

         I look for my father priest, thought Ezekiel and “Buzi!” called out from his now naked mind, seemingly flowing like a river from his once skull dressed brain. A revelation: I am Ezekiel still.

         What moments before would have appeared as a desert royal blue sky changed substance before free Ezekiel’s eye-filled mind and took on a thickness of an airy coating. The dense substance appeared eight hundred times thicker than earthly air. His mind slowed to a stillness as Ezekiel sensed he suddenly plugged a pipe. His mental senses scattered into the surrounding royal blue thick-aired water-like ambience, floating out about an arm’s length in all directions. The perception of the moment: My mind grows tiny thin squid-like sea-hairs.

         Ezekiel thought to reach out and touch the floating mind-hair ends and felt forearms tug at his sides where none existed. A thousand mind-tipped eyes budded and bobbed. I am broken into a multitude of crystal pieces, each as a crudely cut star in my own worldly heavens. I have no earthly floor. Yet, I am Ezekiel still.

         Ezekiel’s mind transcend into light itself. Reason becomes substance. The now ten-thousand eye-hairs settled into a personally selected human-like skin-that-is-not first and into a shadow-similar human form second. . . .