Mid-Morning of Summer Solstice. You were up, banana and skim milk for breakfast. You mowed the sunny sections of the front yard and north neighbor’s. Temperature is climbing and you are taking a break. Took you a half hour to cool down – that is with liquid and sitting directly in front of the floor fan in the living room.
It is supposed to be 92 degrees today, already eighty in the shade when I came in. Very humid; we might have a thundershower and I can see the clouds are suddenly coming in. I should finish what I started. --> Except for the six plus foot strip of land southeast along the driveway and next to King’s property, the grass is mowed.
Later, you both decided on LongHorn Steak House for a late afternoon lunch. Carol had a chicken, strawberry salad and you had an eight oz. sirloin medium cooked with a side of cooked onions and mushrooms for topping and a plain baked potato.
Jennifer was our server and she said Jim was cooking (I believe Jim is her brother). I was ready with my usual order. One of the most excellent steaks I have ever had stateside. Wonderfully, and I told her so. When we come in Jennifer always brings us our drinks with the menu; how she remembers I don’t know. LongHorn on Tylersville is very special, a real treat when we go. I confided to her that I had a similar meal Sunday at Outback and LongHorn was better. Not often that we eat at both places in such a short order. It was a good afternoon after a morning of chores, errands and yard mowing and work. Thunderstorm after the meal then more errands, back to Walmart but this time for photograph printing some pictures of Florida that Kim just sent us. Two pieces of bacon and four soda crackers (two sandwiched with peanut butter) and water for supper. So far it has been a very enjoyable day.
So, you are ready to continue the scene setting with character descriptions?
Yes, the last two nights before bed you punch in YouTube and listen to “Ezekiel Saw the Wheel” by The Charioteers who are shown on the “Cover” of the video.
I have, and other renditions too, but I like theirs best. I always enjoyed the song sung gospel, but Woody Guthrie has a good version (a bit more political) on YouTube too. . . . I just put on my earphones and am listening to The Charioteers’ version. Just awesome! “Big wheel run by faith, my Lord, and the little wheel run by the Grace of God, a wheel in a wheel, way in the middle of the air.” Next, Woody, then the Delta Rhythm Boys sing “Dry Bones”. Who would have ever thought we could quickly search these songs and watch them on the laptop or other media bringers-to-the-eyes and ears? What time to be alive!
Let’s continue scene nine on the notes. – Amorella.
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Continuation of scene nine:
Meir could see a slender to medium sized man or woman walking up from the trail to the Styx from behind Takis. Takis, without turning, said, “This is Tiresias one of our greatest modern shamans. He will find it easier to gain the confidence of Ezekiel than either of us in our old ways.”
Meir watched the gait of the person and the body, clothed in a coarse, not so thick long white robe of cloth, enraptured him in a language all its own. Sheorhe, he thought, has long straight black hair over his shoulders as I. The face is narrow and bony to the point he appears to exist in bone dancing body with a six-pointed oval skull on its top. He or She is half bald over his brows, forehead and brown eyes that display a round calm understanding grace. A large nose flattens over his high cheek bones, and I would say he is a man but for those other feminine features. The smile is slight and his lips pursed. An air of confidence surrounds his features, even a slight light-green aurora shimmers the entire features showing, the color of dark thunderclouds before a whirlwind. Long slender feminine hands; she is a woman I am sure of it. The hands and sandaled feet give her away. As Tiresias drew within an arm’s length, Takis turned. “See,” he said, “this is Tiresias. He is our Greek shaman’s shaman.”
With a slight smile and without a hint of forethought, Meir commented, “I am sure, Tiresias, you stay clear of the solders.”
“I dispatch them with my tongue,” smarted Tiresias, pleased that Meir developed a dumbfounded face that quickly settled back. Meir stood his ground, but an understanding had been screwed in quickly.
Takis’s face was alight with this quick battle of wit and noted to himself the slight shift of Meir’s strong sense of footing. Takis chuckled and said, “No earthly tremors this side of the Styx, even in this Elysium, Meir. We are the old Masters, Tiresias and Ezekiel are two of the new.”
The three quickly nodded to one another – equality is important in the process, thought Merlyn sitting cross-legged high in the tree leaves behind and above the shamans. Merlyn couldn’t help but grumble to himself, ‘These three are all ancients as far as I am concerned.’ He felt self-pride well up and quickly diminished it with the thought most sincere, ‘I must watch while these souls work.’
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There you are, boy. A forward step into the scene.
I know it needs some cleaning up, but it is interesting to see. Strange I cannot really see the words until they are upon the screen. The nerves carry from mind to fingertips but they do not relay to my brain at the same time. No reverberation within. Silence in a blank space and quickly a word appears one letter at a time. It appears a joyful pleasurable mix to me. Merlyn is watching souls at work. I am surprised by this. I thought this was/is a mindful adventure.
Merlyn is inside looking out. He sees soulanheartanmind. He’s a shaman, what did you expect, old man? – Amorella.
I have little to no idea, really. You know this, Amorella.
And you and your readers are the better for it, boy. Post and let this night’s adventure come to a close. – Amorella.
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