After a rest before bed you thought of passion and the soul and rebellion and what came to mind out of the blue was Ezekiel meeting Takis.
This would appear to be a happenstance. I have no idea what soul-felt argument would ensue between the two. Perhaps it would be progressive, an argument of the heart or the mind first.
Who are you to say it would be an argument? – Amorella.
That is what I would imagine would happen. Different cultures, strong in their own belief systems.
They are both dead.
Then both are stubborn. One can be dead and be stubborn; it’s in the books already.
It is rare that souls are aggressive; perhaps it is your own in this case. Why did you add a question mark to my previous sentence?
I changed it.
I know. I meant it as a statement. There is no question from this end. Post this as a sampling from your soul alone. – Amorella.
I don’t know that. My anger may be in there but it is not from my soul.
You have no idea, boy, and neither do Takis and Ezekiel. I am dictating the words. Later. – Amorella.
You can be arrogant and stubborn too, Amorella.
It’s residual from your humanity, kiddo, not mine. Post.
I found these lines from the 20 September 10 post:
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Takis caught hold in Thales’ heart and antenna-like directed Ezekiel’s words indirectly from himself to Thales . . . “the spirit of the words,” entered Takis’s mind from soul or heart, Takis knew not which. Reunited, thought Takis, the Dead and the Living. What appears to be a one-way street need not be. If the Living can come to the Dead, then the Dead can return to the Living. But first the Dead must return to the centeredness of our Mother’s heart. It is the heart not the soul or mind that brings the Dead together. We shamans have focused on the rhythms of the soul not the turbulence in the heart. One does not dance to a rebellion; one drives a rebellion with righteous indignation.
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People are getting ready for an hour trip into Tampa for lunch at one. Kim, Paul and Owen are up from the beach. This is a good place to stop for now. – Amorella.
These are from the notes: 'Asimov to Ezekiel to Takis'. And, from what I see above “the spirit of the words,” entered Takis’s mind from the soul not the heart. Takis doesn’t know this but now I do. Very interesting, even in a fiction. The last line, “one drives a rebellion with righteous indignation,” is the return of a surprise in my head. Does this mean my own anger is as a righteous indignation? If so, or not, I still need to know more about it. Why is my soul so angry? I do not question that it is, but I cannot articulate specifically what the anger is and how it will be helpful in book four.
Later, dude. Post. – Amorella.
Sharon showed up from Orlando and everyone had an excellent Cuban lunch at The Columbia. You had your usual, chicken, yellow rice and the famous 1905 Cuban salad (sometimes you get the black bean soup instead of the salad). You found out Mea is spelled ‘Mia’ like an actress you can’t fully remember. Presently you are at Winn-Dixie north off the Tom Stuart Causeway picking up milk and other essentials for Owen and company. Tomorrow Mary Lou, Mia, Corey and Sharon will be staying mile further south (from yourselves, just like last year) on Gulf Blvd. Everyone is going to the Conch Republic tomorrow night. Saturday, around noon, Kim, Paul and Owen will be heading back to Cleveland while Mary Lou and the others stay until Tuesday.
We have returned to the Condo and I would like some details on my own personal sense of righteous indignation. Such a beautifully sublime dusk – blue-gray water, gray haze, red to orange to yellow to a band of green and then an upper dark blue and a star or two above. Hard to show a sense of righteous anger in such a scene.
The anger is soul-driven, orndorff. We have been through this before. But this time we need a bit of description of structure on this soul of yours, this one room red brick schoolhouse. Framed slate for a chalkboard waiting for the shadow from a substance peering in from side windows and entrance. Peering in only. The floorboards are worn and cracked as well as somewhat open-spaced between the boards themselves. The floorboards are loose for the entering and leaving of other souls filtering in and out. The grand heart’s entrance is front and center only, and that is when the door is open. The structure and roof keep the heart’s somewhat unreasonable temperament at bay. The soul, among other things, is a quiet place for contemplation and study in these books. It is as a library without the need of book learning.
In story form, let’s say when you were first conscious of your soul it whispered to you much at Aunt Jemima whispered to you from the pancake box in the kitchen when you were five years old. The whisper was this: “Something is not right in this world,” with ‘world’ meaning the earth and the universe that contains the earth. This is what had made you angry. Pretty simple, huh?
It is obvious that something is “not right” here; at least as far human beings are concerned. Nothing dramatic in something everyone is aware of.
As this was whispered to you as a youngster you looked to the adults to do something about this ‘error’ but no one did. Then, in joining the church at twelve or even before, you heard the story about original sin and attached that to the earlier ‘error’ you sensed that appeared to answer the question and you realized that nothing could be done as it was the sin of the original human father and original human mother.
Then while in high school your questioning from the mind drifted into the heart as you learned more about the definition of ‘justice’ as an ideal and injustice. The sixties ripened this thinking into a defiance that you needed to articulate on a personal level. Your thinking is: ‘How can I discuss these things with others without knowing and understanding what it is am I attempting to articulate?’
Thus, within the series of several deeply personal and private events eluded to elsewhere in these many postings, the Merlyn’s Mind series and present blog is your primary place for this articulation.
One would think I could do a better, more succinct job of writing.
You are doing what you can do, and I am here to help you, orndorff. – Amorella.
Then, you agree, “the world is not right”?
I am here to help you think it out on your own terms. This is a self-learning project. The schoolhouse soul model works just fine in this circumstance. The method, writing, makes it sharable. This is because you are not as selfish and self-
centered as you think you are.
I know better, Amorella. I can be a pretty ruthless character.
Enough for tonight. No need to embarrass yourself here. – Amorella. – Post.
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