You and Carol were up early, had breakfast and the paper, and headed to Pine Hill Park. You walked your walk over the earthen dam and to a bench by the other lake. Carol went on and has not returned yet. Another California sky morning though it is supposed to be warmer today. Carol has a hair appointment at ten. You will have an hour to watch last week’s “Falling Rain” for further personal judgment on the summer series. Here comes Carol. – Amorella.
You have worked on your initial description of the movamulet. Toy with it, observe it one more time and add, then we’ll put it into paragraph as Merlyn first sees it. Later, dude. – Amorella.
Late lunch at Olive Garden on Fields-Ertel then over to Streets of West Chester for a visit to Chico’s for clothes. You have had time to observe the movamulet twice and take notes. Drop the raw notes in here, as you have already noted you see similarities with quantum mechanical-like processes as well as with black holes. Merlyn sees the lemniscate symbol on the vertical and does not recognize it for the clutter and movement. He catches the waterfalls imagery with the rainbow effect but does not realize he is staring into the interlacing of the river, which also needs another image – one you saw yesterday for this imaginary construction.
I have not been able to locate the drawing, but will continue searching. In the process I found Anaximander on Wikipedia and was reminded of similar theories he had that can be addressed by Merlyn in his description.
Put in your (Merlyn’s) basic notes:
Description:
Kaleidoscope of colors – shades – blue, green, red, purple, orange, yellow, white – rainbow trapped in a sphere
A multitude of trumpets
Eight trumpets
2 green top and bottom
2 blue bottom
2 green-blue bottom
mirror image at vertical
pumping action – throbbing as though alive
enlarge – discharge
geometric shapes – diamonds, triangles,
circular rotation from top to bottom, bottom to top
center, two small lights appear to dance around one another
a two dimensional circle surrounded by a starless, moonless night.
The parts appear to be greater than the whole – limited to the circle – a prisoner of the circle.
On the vertical narrow like the eyes of a needle the kiss of the white dots is as an ‘infinity’ symbol which expands outward
The top circle collapse – the dot moves to the left, below the second dot moves to the right – appear to touch or kiss or dance about each other but one dot does not move into the space of the other. It is though they are repelled as in a magnet.
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not only vertical but flower-like with four leaves on each side but white dot dance in only on the vertical. Rest of white dots 12 to 16 appear to be reflections of light off the trumpets.
Diamond shapes folding in on themselves then expanding – two trumpets North and South are the largest the control of motion is on the vertical not horizontal. Blues gravitate to bottom and reds rise to top – more blues on right more red and greens on left of vertical.
A mechanism made of light of rainbows of light. – a waterfall comes to mind with a rainbow arching up
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Keep in mind that the ‘cross’ is the sign, though distorted into a lemniscate – it has a vertical and horizontal axis but it cannot work raw, humanity must set an interpretation the symbol.
I see a metaphor with religion coming in here, the spiritual is one ‘thing’ and religion is an interpretation of this ‘thing’.
Good. You are coming along, boy. This is the beginning of many viewpoints. The mystery though, is the human element, not the ‘element’ itself. Post. – Amorella.
It seems if I could overlay a + sign with a ∞ sign I would have this in a symbolic format I could remember. On a typewriter one could do such a thing but I don’t think it is possible on a computer keyboard – I have checked and can’t find a way to overlay one symbol on top of another.
That will work. You will find some way to address this. – Amorella.
I have something that will work for now to remind me of what the ‘object’ is to represent: ∞+. The cross springs forward to an infinity symbol.
This will do. - Amorella.
We can work on Merlyn’s place in scene ten for a few minutes:
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Continuation of Scene Ten:
Merlyn slid into the shamans’ shadow soul first, which was not his intent. As a nightly hollowness surrounded; ‘I am free,’ thought he.
In the surrounding pitch of darkness Merlyn, a-way, discerns a luminosity peaked. He easefully floated towards the flickering particle to see a tiny oval rainbow become engorged and circular – a rainbowing ball. ‘If I had hands I could pick up this pulsing globe and throw it,’ thought he who sudden thinks, ‘I have no hands?’
Kaleidoscoping shades of blue, green, red, purple, orange, yellow and the particular two small dancing white dots in the round. A multitude, no, eight trumpets in tones – (on the vertical) green to the top, blue to the bottom. A throbbing floating ball now twice my size twenty yards away motions and re-motions, what? Shapes of trumpets, diamonds and triangles – this so dressed floating ball rotates top to bottom, bottom to top. ‘What seizes my eyes? No lids, no balls,’ thinks he.
A center white dotted dance – two dotted lights. Night grooms the sphere machined in the spectrum. ‘Tis but a glint, a gleam off the tip of the brandished fierce Sword of God, but cool, no torrid radiant heat clothes me here. ‘I am soul boned and unburied. Nothing, yet I am risen to see such a thing unwitnessed; even by Zeus and his Pantheon. ‘I am below the Board on which I must stand and make my plays. How goes this? I know not even my own mind.’
This sphere of shapes and movement trumpet silently. ‘I am in the balls or tongue of Gabriel himself? Water works beneath this rainbow, interlacing. This is the meat of all matterless substance that touches we the Dead. What mechanism does not yield to the slow pumping throb of its own engine? My heart, were it here, would not pump so slow that time falls in an Angel’s shine in the starless and moonless night stretched boundless and away from this soul’s seed of what I, Merlyn, am and once was.’
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I do not know how these words stretched from me. I am embarrassed at the over-dramatic intensity (at least to me at this stage, only three lines down). I was there shortly ago now, thinking an Angel had swallowed me whole. An agnostic with such a thought is beyond my own belief.
You are unwinding, boy. The reader will not feel the passion rushed and laddered from heart to soul. It is a draft, son. Let it go. No more tonight. – Amorella.
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