After noon. You have read more UFO material sent from Doug G. today and it gnaws your mind’s logic because common sense (through reasonable, recorded conversations with years of otherwise professional eyewitnesses) tells you that UFO’s are real and extraterrestrial, but they may not appear as they are in physical in human reality. You are more desirous of reading an alien mind from a distance than in seeing a physical alien live.
I had not thought this, Amorella, but I am sure there is a truth to it. And, there is a sad truth to the thought that I feel we humans could raise ourselves up to our greater humanity and appear as aliens ourselves, that is, aliens to our ancient ways with dealing with supposed and real enemies of the various cultural tribes that exist here on Earth. I would like to work this thinking on aliens in book six one way or another. Meanwhile, I have book four to look after.
You are sitting in the McD’s lot watching traffic on Mason-Montgomery Road. Errands to do but you are both relaxing. Carol is playing a word game on her iPad as you are writing. This is ‘getting out of the house’ time. Let’s go to the scene.
Scene Seven
Mid-morning of the eighth day. Thales sat on a chipped out and smoothed white stone bench in front of his private sanctuary, a gift from Aeneas’s father, or so he had been told by the disguised ancient shaman, Takis, who had just delivered it. “Each morning sit on this and glance to the few clouds in the sky to clear your mind,” had suggested the old deliverer.
A gift from Aeneas’s father, Anchises? Strange. I don’t think I ever spoke to him. He smiled, I remember joking with Kassandra about Thales’s father when she wondered about how it would have been to be Thales’s mother and to have made love with Zeus. He paused. I did talk with Aeneas later that same day. Kassandra told me to ask about his father. Thales shook his head. I don’t think I did, I spent most of that time in The Mikroikia talking to Aeneas about his mother the first time I met him directly.
Anchises sent me this chair, this gift, for the pleasure of my thinking. A gracious response as I originally thought or remembered Anchises to his son, Aeneas, and Aeneas must have told him so. The gift is out of kindness for being remembered.
Thales slouched slightly creating more comfort for the corporal body he does not have. The heart is the giving place and is thus more important than the soul. We have to communicated with the Dead of other cultural tribes with our hearts not our souls or even our minds.
How does one do this? I exist first through my mind. We Dead dress this place, Elysium, for our collective comfort by our collective mind. Mind first. Reason, the skeletal structure, is always the Prime. Without the self-structure of mind thought cannot exist.
What then is the structure of the heart? Is it a vessel or a vehicle, or both? What dwells in the individual and collective hearts of the Dead that differs from the hearts of the Living? Our collective heart must somehow communicate with the collective heart of other cultural tribes? Thales found himself snickering. How could anyone possibly feel that our collective minds could do anything but structure? Our collective tribal reason and will allows us to survive in such a place as this. What is our common ground with the other tribes beside surviving death? Perhaps nothing.
A communicative thought may dwell in either the heart or the mind. This is easily observed Here as well as when we were Living. A heart registers charged passions; degrees of full or empty as the element of water and the mind registers basic degrees up or down as sky and ground. A heart is charged with temperaments. A mind holds minute matters from open to closed. We are at present collectively closed to our fellow tribal cousins, all sons and daughters of our original earthly Mother.
These are Thales's first thoughts while sitting on the generous gift in front of his sanctuary from the ever elusive shaman, Takis; an open mind without the usual social tribal filters where need be.
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You are surprised that the scene appears done, at least for now, and it is, old man. The next scene has Thales talking with Aeneas who in turn speaks to Mario and Sophia while Thales goes off in search of Kassandra. All for now, orndorff. Post. – Amorella.
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