A few minutes ago you were glancing over what postings your readers were reading in the last twenty-four hours and saw the almost daily blog titled: “The Fox” on 1 December 2009. You cannot remember what you write from day to day let alone almost two years ago when it appears you were about to begin book four, The Rebellion.
As I read the old post, which I had indeed completely forgotten, I was surprised as to how this book had its beginnings. Here is the latter selection after an analogy with the fox marking territory in a human area, and me, drilling into my mind to mark out new territory about the human condition. At least that is the sense of it as I read it now. Then you speak, I assume to other readers, about my perceptions of you, Amorella, at that point in time.
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From blog notes: 1 December 2009:
You see, at times (almost instinctively), I am perceived by orndorff as an uncommon, unknown-scented presence. Thus, the ‘caution’ flag is raised when I point further into the woods of human literary unconsciousness for which he appears to have no natural GPS to give him guidance.
This is the edge that Dante began from and he used Virgil (Reason) and Beatrice (Angelic-like love) to help him climb down into the very Classical and Medieval descriptions of the Inferno and eventually up into Purgatory and then up once again into and through the Rose of Paradise.
The theatre of books four, five and six will take place in the common center stage of the first ten thousand Dead at about the time of Homer. It is interesting that Homer supposedly lived in the eighth century BC at about the same time period that the Greek alphabet was created.
Scholars can spend lifetimes debating these things but the story has to have some actual historical time in terms of the now Living. Ten thousand human heartansouls in rebellion is a rather poetic number like Helen of Troy having launching a thousand ships.
Milton used the Biblical story of Adam and Eve in Genesis as a part of the rebellious setting of his metaphysics which would have easily captured the imaginations of the English readers of the time period. I am sticking with the Rebellion of the Dead during eighth century BC before Virgil, Dante, and Milton.
Okay, Amorella, but I am no Virgil, Dante, or Milton. I make no claims that direction. You are putting the rather rotund old guy in a foot race with Olympic winners here. Good grief, my fingertips are cooling down right before my eyes. I don’t mind a challenge, but let’s don’t go overboard.
Who else writes on metaphysics as well as the above three?
No one as far as I know though I am not very knowledgeable on the subject. I had logic in a philosophy course in grad school, that’s it, and I only earned a B in the class. The focus of my class presentation was on The Milesians: Thales, Anaximander and Anaximenes. I don’t remember what my paper was on. I realized in that class that I wasn’t ‘philosopher’ material. I am an esoteric thinker but these people were quite scholarly and esoteric, they went overboard on minute details that I didn’t find all that interesting. I enjoyed the Milesians because they were scientific thinkers first, at least in my mind they were. They came to wrong but (at that time) valid conclusions on their observations on how parts of the world system worked.
I will construct a simple metaphysical system based on what you already have in books one, two and three. That is, the system will coincide with what is in the Merlyn books.
Amorella, I can’t remember what is in those books in terms of metaphysics. There were so many words and concepts, many of them from the alien marsupials. It is too much material. I can’t even remember writing most of it, even as keyboarding. It was like a three year dream.
We will assume the marsupial aliens are a separate region of HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither but that the two are connected. I want the Place of the Conscious Dead to be greater than just a human centered place.
That’s fine with me, Amorella. I think it was inferred somewhere in the story anyway.
It is better (in the books' presentation) if the reader becomes conscious of the concept of a Place of the Dead that is bigger than herorhis own species. Like you say, too much self-centeredness.
I have no problem with that. I am assuming here that the reader will not have to have read the first three books.
This is a correct assumption, orndorff. We are starting fresh, where all this began.
[Blog Notes: 1 December 2009]
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Your point of view and perspective at the time, Amorella, shows you have already established a connection with the first three books with, “where all this began.” A flashback, a connection with the Dead (both marsupial-humanoid and human). “It is better (in the books' presentation) if the reader becomes conscious of the concept of a Place of the Dead that is bigger than herorhis own species.”
I did not realize how important the marsupials are going to be in book six, but there is more to this book four than is being written. The only point so far, that I can remember, is that “Mother” or “Gloama” as she is known to her grandfather, Takis, died and went to the Place of the Dead of the marsupial-humanoids first and then chose (Free Choice) to ‘found’ her own Place of the Dead for humans. I never thought of how she arrived at the Marsupial-Humanoid Place of the Dead in the first place. How did this happen? And, why?
Carol is fixing lunch. Let’s take a break first. Post. – Amorella.
An egg salad sandwich (multigrain) with plenty of sweet pickles piled on and a dollop of extra mayonnaise is your idea of a treat, which is what you had for lunch as you read the two newest magazines to arrive, Harpers and Newsweek.
I didn’t find much interesting in either one, which is usually not the case. Perhaps it is the gloominess of the day – cold and a fairly steady rain. I haven’t seen the cat in hours; she has buried herself somewhere private for a long day’s nap.
I am beginning to see that writers who capitalize on the ‘cause of the day’, i.e. Occupy Wall Street and Company, are hedging their bets as to its worth. Well, perhaps that is not the case, but at least I wished Occupy Cleveland well. Again, the ‘mood of the day’ may be playing for center stage here. Good old Steve G’s, “Cheer up, things are bound to get worse,’ is howling like a major bank’s loan wolf in the distance. Thank goodness we have no personal debt, but that doesn’t help a myriad of the current masses around the world, who for no or little fault of their own find themselves in precarious times.
You just awoke from a nap on the living room floor to find it is after four in the afternoon, and you have letters to take to the post office. ---- Carol went along and you picked up a hot chocolate, a decaf coffee and two small cookies for a late afternoon get-out-of-the-house treat. The cat is up and snuggled comfortably on the black Chinese chair next to the living room window above and to the right the heating duct. Carol said she had been in the smaller back bedroom, curled up under the spread.
What a warm and fuzzy practical shorthaired cat we have. Her no eared furry toy brown mouse with a string tail is setting up on the chair beside her. Jadah’s black tail covers her pink tipped lower white haired nose and a touch of the tail also covers the far end of the mouse’s tail. Jadah is a cat that cares for her nearly worn out toy. She’s our comfort cat and we love her dearly.
That is not a very masculine statement, boy. A little unlike you to be so all-sentimental, ain’t it, kid? – Amorella.
Jadah is a cat-furred charmer. What can more I say?
Later, orndorff. You are presently too laid back to write. The local news is on. Post.- Amorella.
After 2200 hours.
It hit me that it is bound that HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither is the same place for both the marsupial-humanoids and the humans.
Bound it will be if you finish the series. All those who have a consciousness that survives death are in the same place, boy, no matter what universe they drop into and consciously live a life.
This concept a far cry from that of Virgil, Dante and Milton.
You are a product of a different time.
I think, following this reasoning, consciousness in these books is more than the dreaming.
You are dreaming, not the characters; who are, in a particularly spiritual way, as wind chimes. Your Angels, if you will, are the wind. Who listens to the sounds of the chimes? In here, it is the Supervisor who prefers a protective harbor of harmony to chaos, just as the lesser embodiment, the soul, innately prefers. That’s the way it is in these books. The books show examples of how, but not the why, and not nearly enough, no more than a six volumed peek into a heartansoulanmind. Post. – Amorella
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