Up early as Carol readied for breakfast with her friends at First Watch near north Montgomery. The ordinary daydream has quantum attributes or so it seems to you.
People can mentally be in two places at once without question. One of the reasons for real bodily accidents comes as circumstantial proof. Being in three or four places at once demands either more attention or less, and after thinking about it, I would say less attention works best. This is a reason to be comfortably sitting before a departure into one or more of these mental states.
Yesterday, on the drive to Massillon, I was early on distracted by a woman’s pretty face in the black car behind Carol’s blue on. She kept pace just behind me from Columbus to Route 30 where I turned right off of I-71. I would smile from time to time when pulling over to the right line for her passage, but she did not pass, then as I dismounted I-71 she passed, smiled and waved, moving on towards Cleveland as I turned east. Her wave and smile was a friendly gesture as we both enjoyed each other’s company along the way.
The example is pretty much like life. In death, in the books’ version of death, there would be time for a chat as well as a smile and wave. That’s the way I would like it to play in the Merlyn series. Waving a smile with the eyes is easy enough. I think a near silent wordless chatting goes on in the process too. I can see that black car, her face and wave. Yesterday is still here as tomorrow is on the rise. Only our bodies with brains slows us down to our species shared reality of everyday living. We all add a tincture of spice now and then. The brain demands and the mind supplies. (Perhaps she will remember the old white-bearded, purple-sweatered fellow [sipping on a diet cola and nibbling on peanuts] with the black beret in the blue, four door 2003 Honda Accord with the Obama 08, UK’s Union Jack flag and Apple stickers on the back window in front of her.)
You enjoyed your visit with cousin and old friend, Dave S. and the positive radiance of his wife Marcia. Next time Carol is going up with you so the four of you will go out to lunch and chat about old times and new. All for now, old man. Time to check your email and think about chores to be done. Post. – Amorella.
Some chores completed and you also watched the latest ‘V’ and enjoyed the entertainment/drama. Let’s work on scene four.
Scene 4, Chapter 7 © rho
Mother smiles slightly as she invited Sophia and Kassandra into her chamber. “How was the walk up the stony path?” she asked.
“Always enjoyable. Just the two of us. The sidewalk of stones is a reminder of how it was – after the rains the water running down the street.”
“Carts and horses and donkeys,” added Kassandra. “And the plastered stone walls. The left wall being twice as high as the right which is taller than most men.”
“I miss the morning shadows along the walk.”
“We all miss the sun,” consoled Mother. “Let’s sit where it is comfortable.” She directed them to the chamber on the right. Six foot tall plastered interior stone walls with a mostly open sky dome above. The far wall sat half circular with the sky dome mostly closed. Beneath within the half dome rested a beautifully sculpted marble tub large enough for two to bathe in comfortably.
“I don’t remember this room,” said Kassandra.
“I move rooms around like I move my mind,” responded Mother rather abruptly. “Please sit.”
Both women sat quietly as their comfort level drained down into formal Greek accented chairs in front of Mother.
“I had an early unexpected meeting with Mario.” She paused, noting the relief on the faces of her two daughters. “He and Thales thought it would be good to have representation when we make our demands to the Supervisor or Hades or Zeus or whoever it is who has control of our shaded destinies.”
Sophia asked, “What does he mean, representation?”
“One from each of our twelve cultures.”
“But we Dead go back further, to you Mother,” replied Sophia.
“Twelve representatives has a good ring to it,” noted Kassandra. “I can understand. How are all the Dead going to show themselves in demonstration?”
“We could line arm in arm this side of the River Styx.”
“Is that possible, Mother?”
“Sophia, I do not know what is possible here. We have our ways, we exist socially in relative consolation with our Fate.”
“Not much different than life,” inserted Kassandra.
The three uplifted with similar smiles.
Mother spoke, “I will contact Takis.” Mother stood and so did Kassandra and Sophia assuming they were about to be dismissed.
Mother stopped and suddenly asked, “Why are you here?”
“Kassandra had an ominous dream about a rebellion on Olympus, she thinks Zeus or Hades is responsible.”
“It was terribly frightening. Full of dread. At first I thought we, the Dead are out of balance, then I thought it was the Living. But now I am not so sure. The dread was so strong. Perhaps it is the gods themselves.”
“A premonition. I will ask Takis.”
A short while later Kassandra and Sophia found themselves walking alone down the roughly treated street from Mother’s. This setting is built decayed, thought Kassandra. Mother changes her rooms. We are built for change but no one has really seen it here. Permanence does not become us even in Elysium. I cannot imagine anyone desiring permanence, even the gods. “What are you thinking about Sophia?” she asked.
“I am unsure. I wonder on how it will be to win this rebellion and return to Earth to be among the Living. It is a matter of patience. But, once firmly home and walking on the soil we were created from. . . .”
Kassandra stopped walking to listen more closely.
Sophia continued, “I am not sure of the difference between going back and going forward.”
“Our roots were planted from Mother. We have no choice but to follow her lead.”
Sophia replied, “I think we will have a choice. She is the one who, in the long run, may not.”
They continued their walk down towards the main thoroughfare, meeting the social drifting of spirits on Eleusis, down passed The Mikroikia and on east to the River Styx.
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This afternoon was marked with Carol receiving spam and then having her name send out more spam to those on her email list. We drove to Apple and they checked out her iMac. Spam only, no virus. Since you have to photo (from Pompeii) out for the road up to Mother’s why not drop it in here. After that, post. All for tonight. – Amorella.
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