Late morning. You both drove to the gas station to fill up as the price is supposed to rise twelve cents today, which will make in $3.39 for regular. Low by world standards. You don’t need to go into a story about how you remember buying fuel at eighteen cents a gallon in 1958.
Kim called earlier. Cleveland got six inches of snow last night and it has been snowing an inch an hour ever since – they may end up with eighteen or more inches. Case-Western is shut down as is her daycare. She said the last time Case was shut down was in February 2007. Perhaps an adjustment in schedules but they still hope to go to Columbus – especially if Paul gets off early today as he might. So, you are still hoping to go up this weekend too. Check your email then we can move on.
What about Takis’ story of the tree roots in Elysium to granddaughter, Mother? By the way, I think it is cool that a grandfather can still tell a new story to his granddaughter. (A nice piece of Heaven)
You took a break and began reading the latest Harpers magazine and that led you to think about a letter to the editor in the Enquirer today. You checked online and found this:
Article 23 of the Universal Human Rights Declaration adopted by the United Nations in 1948 reads:
• (1) Everyone has the right to work, to free choice of employment, to just and favourable conditions of work and to protection against unemployment.
• (2) Everyone, without any discrimination, has the right to equal pay for equal work.
• (3) Everyone who works has the right to just and favourable remuneration ensuring for himself and his family an existence worthy of human dignity, and supplemented, if necessary, by other means of social protection.
• (4) Everyone has the right to form and to join trade unions for the protection of his interests.
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This reminds me how upset I am about the union-busting tactics going on by Republican governors in Wisconsin, Indiana and Ohio. I am glad that you, Amorella, as the Supervisor are going to negotiate with the Dead.
Out for errands and lunch at Panera/Chipotle and now it is mid-afternoon. Kim called and they are on their way to Columbus thus you will see them later. It just dawned on you that a tactic of mine is to withhold information until it has ripened into its full value.
In some ways I see this as a concept ‘of/for’ future time as humans sense it. Tomorrow is withheld also until it has ripened into its full day. Time is, in this context, organic. Is this also what is going on in The Rebellion?
Yes. The unconscious story within is presently ripening into your consciousness. Your questions and statements are examples of this from my perspective.
So, does this mean that the wait the Dead have for the first Rebellion and the subsequent wait (until present times) until the second Rebellion is a matter of ripening until the events actually take place in the story?
This is the way I have written the books for you, but from my perspectives the books already fully exist. You have to develop a personalized understanding of the concepts/thinking first. This is what we are doing presently. You have to develop an attachment to/for the word placement before you know what they are.
Thus, I a previewing a future.
In a sense, yes. Your own future thought (though it is presently my past thought).
Where then is the Free Will of the Dead as you know what they are going to demand and what they will ultimately accept?
The Dead are not ripened enough to know what their decisions of Free Will will be. Once they do, they make their decisions. The decisions can be changed at a later date in their existence (just as you can later edit the chapters). With the Dead there is almost always time to rectify an earlier decision. This paragraph is running parallel with the much earlier blog which focuses on Asimov’s character Hari Seldon in the Foundation series. The potential for events ripen in much the same way and Hari finds ways to make use of these ripenings. Real life examples can be seen in the Middle East and in Wisconsin, Indiana and Ohio. It is about a time when particular people can and do make a stand because they can do no other. In this way these people discover who they really are. This is humanity in action. Athens and Sparta, it was the same. The wars, the same. Conquests, the same. Agriculture, the same. Urban development, the same. This is not economics at work, this is the heartansoulanmind at work, at least it is this way in the books. In here the Rebellion is essentially a Seldon Crisis, both Rebellions are. Later, dude. Post. – Amorella.
I am ready to work on scene five but I don’t know Mother’s name. I could not find it in book one.
Scene 5
Mother approached Grandfather Takis on his own turf near the bank of the Styx and found him sitting cross-legged under an old tree staring out across the forever long and winding river. She watched his eyes glance her way but he did not otherwise move from his seated position. Mother found herself smiling and replicating his sitting position to his right. “Grandfather,” she said child-like. Tell me a story I have not heard before.”
He smiled reflectively and turned his head towards his granddaughter, “Gloama, I have just the story for you.” With that he shifted his position away from the river and faced his granddaughter. “This tree we find ourselves sitting under has a story neither of us have ever heard. This is the story I will tell.”
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You have the beginning of the scene, the story tomorrow after you return home, or Sunday.
I think Gloama is a good name for Mother. I searched and so far I cannot find that she has a name in print. Gloama will do for now and I hope permanently.
It is fitting that old Takis has not heard the story yet either. The tree will tell its story through him, but when it is completed you will see that it is also Takis’ and Gloama’s story too. This tree knows things the human dead do not. Why? Its roots stretch into the creation of the universe. Post. – Amorella.
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