It will soon be Mid-summer’s Eve I believe. Solstice tomorrow. I don’t know about the planets but the star aligns with the planet twice a year, which gives human beings a natural sense of time, the shortest day or the longest day of the year, depending on their regional hemisphere on that particular date. Tomorrow at 13:16 hours if you live in the eastern United States. Although I believe solstice technically arrives in Cincinnati a bit later due to star time.
As our official government time is different from actual real solar time (a fiction we all live with); last night, waking up about two o’clock, I realized I am a bit more fictional than I usually realize. With the mention of Gloria in yesterday’s post I remembered speaking with her about shamans but I really don’t know how that would have been possible if she does not speak English as it also mentions in the post. I can’t remember other than she was a delight to meet and talk to. My Spanish borders on nil and the little Portuguese I remember does not help much with Spanish like it does with Italian. So, either she does know some English or I made the conversation up. It wouldn’t be the first time I have done such a thing without realization. “Mostly Fiction” still applies to have on my tombstone. What I dread is that in all those years of teaching, I told them things, no doubt had them place it in their notes (of all places). If I went over all those notebooks today I would find fictions along with the supposedly non-fiction. And this, alas, brings me back to the hypothetical “Meeting of an Angel of G---D” for the sake of understanding what it is to be a human being. All I could do is to gather up these Merlyn books and blogs and say, “This is what I have discovered; however, there is more fiction here than I realized.”
This would cover your mind perhaps, old man, but what of your heart and soul, what of anyone’s heart and soul, no matter their work and their various emotions from life, from ‘being’?
I do not have documents showing those.
And, you see, orndorff, it is just as well that you or nobody else has such documents of heart and soul as they are, where it counts most, wordless. Post. – Amorella.
You had a late lunch at Chipotle/Panera and have stopped at Kroger’s on Tylersville for bread. A warm muggy afternoon. Earlier, while Carol was giving blood you watched most of “Falling Skies”.
It was easy to note the set up. The US invaded by aliens and people divided up into groups and are retreating to the hills. Military strategy (classical and otherwise) will be followed. Two hundred civilians for one hundred military. Make enough mischief and the aliens will leave – you don’t have to win. Like the Celts of the Iles attempting to rid J. Caesar. A mix of men, women and children are for various emotional situations. I’ll give it another episode or two. It’s formula writing but this is what we are used to and it fits in a television format. I liked Poirot last night better. We had to watch really carefully as there were so many characters and suspects.
Comes with growing up with radio shows. As Carol grew up as part of the State Department overseas families in Korea and Vietnam she listen to radio on Armed Forces network. So we are of a different older era. I like the settings of the thirties and forties. Fifties, not so much.
Remember, book six begins with the conclusion of Eisenhower’s famous farewell address. I can even give you the words:
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Chapter One, Book Six
“. . . To all the peoples of the world, I once more give expression to America's prayerful and continuing aspiration: We pray that peoples of all faiths, all races, all nations, may have their great human needs satisfied; that those now denied opportunity shall come to enjoy it to the full; that all who yearn for freedom may experience its few spiritual blessings. Those who have freedom will understand, also, its heavy responsibility; that all who are insensitive to the needs of others will learn charity; and that the sources -- scourges of poverty, disease, and ignorance will be made [to] disappear from the earth; and that in the goodness of time, all peoples will come to live together in a peace guaranteed by the binding force of mutual respect and love.
Now, on Friday noon, I am to become a private citizen. I am proud to do so. I look forward to it.
Thank you, and good night.”
Thus ends Dwight David Eisenhower’s Farewell Address to the Nation on 17 January 1961. These words marked the end of an era and the beginning of the second great Rebellion of the Dead.
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This, you see, is the first part of the first page of chapter one of the sixth book. – Amorella.
I thought the focus was going to be about the military-industrial complex.
Why? I never said that.
I thought that was the focus, a new way of life without such things, I mean, it’s satire and fiction, what difference does it make?
All the difference in the world, boy. – Amorella.
That isn’t what happens in real life, there is a new era, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Carter, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, Bush and Obama. The Dead have nothing to do with it. How can this be justified even in a fiction such as this? I mean are spirits going to come out of the woodwork? I doubt not. I really do work to keep the books realistic and plausible. There obviously is a lot of leeway in books four and five because they are hypothetical and in a mythological spirit-world setting. Plausibility is most important, a possibility a rebellion under similar conditions could have been such as this being written. Besides, this is just a set up for a self-fulfing prophecy.
At the beginning of book six none of the Dead have arrived on Earth, the first to arrive is Merlyn a couple of years ago. Merlyn begins the end of the Second Rebellion. Note that Ike’s address was 17 January 1961, fifty years from 17 January 2011. For fun, see what you posted on that date.
I found the posting. I see nothing of any relevance to the second Rebellion.
The words in scene two of chapter seven could easily work in the first chapter of book six – give a listen:
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. . . “It is not like you to be up so late,” said Kassandra. “I had a strange dream while in full stone.”
“Come in and sit. Would you like something to drink?”
She smiled warmly, “A few sips of my favorite wine.”
“My glass, your wine.” In a moment Sophia sat on the bed across from Kassandra. Each had a glass. “What was this dream that keeps you pale?”
“A rebellion on Olympus.”
Concern on her friend’s face told Sophia not to slight. “Who rebelled?” She thought, it is Zeus and Hades. This Supervisor is none other than one or the other.
“I don’t know, but there was turmoil. War is afoot.”
“Among the gods?”
“My fear is that it is with us they will do battle.”
“Why? What have we done?”
“I do not know. Some terrible thing. We are out of balance.”
“It may be that they are out of balance. What we desire is within reason. We want to go home.”
“But we are home, Sophia. The Living look forward to coming to Elysium, to coming home.”
The gods need us, flashed into Sophia’s mind. We have something they do not have, something they want. “We can use this,” whispered Sophia. “We can use this to our advantage.”
“What do you mean?”
She [Sophia] glanced up to see of the sky had ears, then focused on Kassandra and said, “If you are right we can make demands. They will bargain with us and we will use their leverage to bring the Dead together more rapidly than we could otherwise.”
“I do not know if this makes me even more fearful.” [replied Cassandra]
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The lines might be worked in, but what of it.
They will be worked in, boy. That’s the point. – Amorella.
I don’t see the reasoning behind it. No one would remember these were essentially the same words used in scene two of chapter seven in book four.
I don’t care if they remember or not. There is a point to the duplication.
Well, I don’t see it, and if there is one could say it is the justification for a foretelling.
It has to do with an online 1994 report from Stanford:
In quantum mechanics it is possible for a particle such as an electron to be in two or more different quantum states or "eigenstates" at the same time. These eigenstates correspond to definite, but different, values of a particular quantity such as momentum. However, when the momentum of a particular particle is measured, a definite value is always found - as experiment confirms! In the conventional or Copenhagen interpretation of quantum theory, the particle in question "collapses" into the eigenstate corresponding to that value, and remains in this state for future measurements. Or, to put it more accurately, those particles that, on measurement, are found to have a particular value of the momentum constitute a new ensemble for future measurements, with properties different from the original ensemble.
Entanglement and the EPR paradox
Although the standard interpretation of quantum mechanics does not allow the particles in an ensemble to possess definite values of all measurable properties simultaneously, it can be shown that the experimental predictions made by the theory are nevertheless compatible with the simultaneous existence of these properties. (This view is contrary to a long-standing misconception that may have resulted from a misreading of some early work by John von Neumann.) However, the simultaneous existence of these properties does require that certain non-standard, but not obviously unreasonable, assumptions are made about the effects of the measurement process.
The phenomenon of "entanglement" refers to the fact that the most general quantum description of an ensemble of systems in which each system is composed of two or more subsystems (such as pairs of electrons or photons) does not permit us to assign a definite quantum state to each of the individual subsystems. This turns out to have a much more dramatic consequence: if quantum mechanics gives the correct predictions for experiment and we are not prepared to relax very basic ideas about causality, then independent of any theoretical interpretation, the individual particles cannot be conceived of as possessing "properties" in their own right.
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You are going to substitute thoughts for particles?
Essentially. More than once along the way in book six.
The intent of giving both Rebellions of the Dead occurring in an entangled state?
Yes.
Me too. Post, boy. Enjoy the irony of dark humor. – Amorella.
Dusk. Check out what you have of scene nine and let’s add to it.
Scene Nine (continued drafting)
Ezekiel sat contentedly in a lone stretch of meadow surrounded by forearm tall pink and yellow flowers with velvety leaves. Nothing foremost lit on his present winged mindedness. Friends and family but no angels appear. I am exacerbated by the lack of angels. I am here as surely they are. The presence of one would be a confirmation of G-d in his Heaven.
A gentle breeze uplifted and stirred the colorful petals brightening to a slight westerly bent and he glanced upward to gaze the blue between the puffy white clouds. Why is there no sun? A moon appears in a starry sky by weekly schedules, but the effervescent light of day casts no shadows. His familiar inner voice whispered, “A sun may be mistaken for an Angel.” This caused Ezekiel to again think how an Angel might appear without his sense of earthly induced visions. Death cleaned my mind of torments and shadows, it is as filtered as spring water. How better to see and reflect on Michael, Gabriel or Raphael. Michael’s torch would be our Hebrew sun that is plain enough without a vision. Perhaps Michael cannot be seen without the sword of Gabriel gleaming. He returned his eyes across the flowers wonderful. This fair meadowland is a therapeutic presence for me. I may be resting on the healing breast of Raphael and not to know it. Not to know is a joy unto itself and makes me, at times, as free as the surrounding and passing air I do not breathe.
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Takis smiled broadly between his broad white mustache and four to five inch long and thick white beard. He wore at wrapped cloth of coarse cotton about his head and the binding set at such that it dropped just beyond the thick gray-white eyebrows lightly covering the side beard and ears. The makeshift headpiece appeared as a soft helmet as if to protect his inner thoughts. The dark-pupils in eyes gleaned coal-like beneath crinkled lids each side off the thick bridge of his nose; cheeks ruddy full and below the large nose and mustache elephant tusk colored front gapped teeth. His simple draping robe was a plain blue with defined and undefined white markings. Takis waved his right arm in the motions of a light breeze.
With the wave Meir slowly and naturally materialized first as a small cloud of dew about ten feet off the shoreline. Within the time it would take to reach over with the right hand and scratch an itch on the left elbow Meir stood just above the waters of the Styx barrel-chested with lanky arms and hands while the trunks were thickly athletic with solid feet and lengthy toes. The hair hung thick and long to beyond the muscular shoulders. His beard clinged dark and short surrounding a wide unlengthy nose and thick black eyebrows. The white of his eyes appeared to narrow the lids nearly surrounding the black pupils. He wore leather-like leggings with an open leather sleeveless vest. His fingernails were dirt-diggers and those feet just above the Styx were quickly judged ruggedly calloused and coarse as he walked above the water with the confidence of an eagle swooping in for a kill straight towards Takis. Meir had the strange appearance of a man still solidly middle-aged and living. He would have appeared menacing in his pace and stature were not the matching grin of Takis reflecting a horse-full-like set of medium brown ivory-hued teeth. Upon the shoreline the two men hugged and rubbed foreheads mimicking small cat-like sounds before breaking the hug and beginning what appeared to Merlyn as actual human communication.
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I am surprised I didn’t feel I would write anything today. It has been about an hour but I felt no time moving within. The above needs work but it is a workable draft.
Enough for tonight. Tomorrow you have the lawn-mowing chore if the grass dries out. We may continue the next two or three paragraphs introducing Tiresias to Meir. Their cultures are different but the element of water brings them together first. Tiresias also realizes he has to befriend Ezekiel as one of his own kind (shaman) and then introduce the two earlier more ancient shamans. Ezekiel does not see himself as Tiresias sees him. But Ezekiel understands similar foreign (Greek) spiritual concepts he picked up in Babylonian exile and he is not adverse to some of the ideas. – Amorella.
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