The sun is rising, shooting light straight through the window, touching the cat’s nose as she lay on the bed. Carol is readying herself for breakfast with her friends, former colleagues at Blue Ash Elementary. You have a doctor’s appointment this mid-afternoon at fifteen hundred hours.
Yesterday you began and finished scene nine – another scene you did not expect to pop up. – Amorella
No dialogue. I thought Merlyn was going to leave Arthur but he left Arthur in the previous scene. Nine is a transition scene before returning to have a visit with Sophia. I never would have thought ‘bread’ would play a part nor did I have any suspicion Merlyn would depart with eight lines of the Lord’s Prayer in the Anglo-Saxon of his time on earth. Somewhere in the books Merlyn had visited Kent possibly to see the Archbishop of Canterbury, but I don’t remember why. He was not torn between Druidism and Christianity, as Arthur was – unless Merlyn was thinking of Jesus as one of his own – a Woodworker. I am also curious as to why the last two lines of the Lord’s Prayer were not used. I thought about it but could not put them down because it didn’t seem proper to do so in context with the scene.
Good and evil are not a part of Merlyn. He is the tool of this existential story not a grand hero or the epitome of evil. Add the scene and post. – Amorella
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Scene 9
Merlyn walked, milling over his thoughts as he if he were grinding individual wheat kernels . . . still discovering who I am even at this late date . . . each event in my life, physical death and revived life has a new quality added, a newly sequenced germ that grows, nourished by past and future events. As I will soon find myself addressing the Greek leader, Sophia, in this would-be first rebellion, I see myself as go-between of both this past and the present rebellion of the Dead in earth’s twenty-first century. Few but the old shamans would have thought such a thing possible. Time and space were always rather iffy in my own bout of life . . . time and space are but mellow droplets between the Reality (the hard Kernel’s Bran) and Germ . . . the physics of universal life is bread-like in its making.
Passing peacefully under shade tree memories of earth Merlyn glanced up and wondered, will there ever be a sun rising and setting (as our moon does) above these Avalon heavens? I take consciousness, the yeast-like cause of humans rising to be the gluten mix of time and space. This leavened circumstance is lone and circumstantial in its unique fermentation. With no body and being neither here nor there I glide myself from one droplet and into the next. Neither the Dead nor Living sense this in fact, this orientation within the bag of my bloodless soul is a subjective matter within the balance of heartansoulanmind. Such a task is easily said without swimming into or against the current. My crusty soul must scale up and fully accept its fish-like conditional and to be a conjunction rather than a common verbal, a gathering of once stuffed nounanverb.
This is a new partaking of once expanding genetics shone in ancient numbers and letters, and it is fueled by the twist of milling in the appearance of a mind-bent nothing in a Philosopher’s Stone, a true golden tube that shines with energy two poetic cousins, metaphorical eyes beholding matter without the hint of allegory. How does this ride through my heartansoulanmind? It is but a leaf of a blank page among a multitude of dancing written letters set into words of interpretation not fact. Were I not a shaman elected I would still be and another would take my place. This gritty soul is no pleasure dome of satisfaction, but rather an inner walk through the heartsansoulsanminds of civilizations, of urban streets of human voice for the last twenty-seven hundred years. Voice, the thunderous human booms after the smallest of sparks shot from the unconscious rubbing of naked heart on soul’s stony crust.
But for the pre-thought of grammar and numbers the mind does not exist as this ‘voice’ passes through to another who is unsuspecting and who is rarely listening to the outward awkward silence between the roll of a human tongue and the waiting ear of another.
A piece of bread can become toast in the interim of a single breath and crust-laden it has no recollection of what a grain of wheat it actually is so thought the old well oiled Druid bard, Merlyn, and while evaporating within a pre-thought he finds himself elsewhere reciting the first eight lines from the Lord’s Prayer in the Anglo-Saxon of his day:
“Fæder ure þu þe eart on heofonum;
Si þin nama gehalgod
to becume þin rice
gewurþe ðin willa
on eorðan swa swa on heofonum.
urne gedæghwamlican hlaf syle us todæg
and forgyf us ure gyltas
swa swa we forgyfað urum gyltendum”
as a requiem-without-a-why to his recent presence with Arthur in Avalon.
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Post. – Amorella
Yesterday you sent Doug an article on the ‘quasi-particle’ (see below) and Doug sent you his response. In re-reading the article you are thinking about Merlyn on his way back to the ancient Greece of Elysium to make contact with Sophia.
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Dick, This is fascinating. I am beginning to think that we are just scratching the surface of understanding nature. I also saw an article where there is something like an electron but it is its own antiparticle! How can a fundamental particle like the electron split into quasi-particles. It boggles the mind.
Doug
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BBC News – Science and Environment
18 April 2012 Last updated at 15:12 ET
Electron 'split-personality' seen in new quasi-particle
The structure of the material permits careful study of electrons as they only have one way to move in it.
Researchers have discovered another way that electrons - one of the Universe's few fundamental particles - can undergo an "identity crisis".
Electrons can divide into "quasi-particles", in which their fundamental properties can split up and move around like independent particles.
Two such quasi-particles had been seen before, but a team reporting in Nature has now confirmed a third: the orbiton.
These orbitons carry the energy of an electron's orbit around a nucleus.
Generally, these properties are not independent - a given electron has that set of properties, maintaining them as it moves around, while a nearby electron has a different set.
But the idea of quasi-particles allow these properties to split and move around independently, granting them to nearby electrons.
An analogy of this slippery idea is a traffic jam on a one-lane road - it is as if one blue car, pointed west and running at 1,000 RPM, passes on its blueness, its engine speed and its direction to adjacent cars.
The cases in which such strange behaviour can be induced are rare, but an international team of researchers turned to a material called strontium cuprate to investigate it.
Electrons can be bumped up and down into different "orbits" around their host nucleus
The arrangement of atoms in the material is much like the one-lane road: electrons can only move in one direction along it in what is called a spin chain.
The team used the Swiss Light Source at the Paul Scherrer Institut in Switzerland to shine intense X-ray beams into the material, catching the light that came out with precision detectors.
Analysis of how the X-ray beam was altered in the process gave evidence of how electrons were given an energy boost, and where it went.
Thorsten Schmitt of the Swiss Light Source explained that the team made an unexpected find.
They saw that some of the X-ray energy went into raising an electron to a different orbit around a nucleus, and that this "orbital excitation" could move along the chain, bumping an adjacent electron up an orbit, and then the next electron along, and so on.
"We wanted to understand the spinon excitations - we were sure we would see spinons - the surprise was also to get these orbital excitations behaving in a collective way," he told BBC News.
It is a find destined for fundamental physics textbooks, but Dr Schmitt says that the curious behaviour may help scientists understand equally curious effects in similar materials.
"It's all basic research but we hope this is very relevant for understanding superconductivity in cuprates, which are made out of the same building blocks."
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Moving on noon. You have had your bath and are dressed in your lightest clothing for the doctor’s scales.
Sometimes I am really ridiculous and this is one of them. I weighed 277.6 on the scales and the fewest clothes I can wear without looking like that is what I am doing sets me at 279.4. I am sure his scales will set me in the 280’s somewhere. I have been at 277 something for weeks and I am sticking with less than 1500 calories and my exercises have averaged 35 minutes in length. I have to admit it is much better than 399 back in 2003 when I retired but that was ages ago. At six foot even I am supposed to weigh in at 180 or close to it. I think I was 180 in the eighth grade. Size eleven and a half 4 E width on the shoe, back then too. Still the same on the shoe size though I usually have to go with a twelve double E width. Sandals are my summer habit, though this time I year I have an old pair of slide on earth-styled shoes which give me a European look along with my black beret. Even in high school I had a slant towards European standards rather than American. I don’t know why other than I am more comfortable in a British Isles-European mind frame than I am in a typical American one. I like the United States. I choose to live here but I do not fit the mental mold of most.
What is this about, orndorff? What are you trying to articulate? – Amorella
I am not a stranger in a strange land, but I am a stranger of sorts (even though human) on this planet. I have trouble adapting to life I guess, it is not a full cup of tea as it were. Most always, since consciousness rooted itself, I have felt this way a wee bit. A wee bit that still sticks out like a sharpened pin once in a while, something I step on while whiling my mind away every so often.
These are just random thoughts, Amorella. They don’t mean anything. Everyone has thoughts like this once in a while.
Almost time for bed. How is the next scene (10) going to go, Amorella? I don’t believe Merlyn and Sophia have ever met. Why doesn’t Merlyn talk with “Mother” instead?
Mother (Gloama) in the first Rebellion is not “Mother” in the second Rebellion. All the descendents have to move forward to the twentieth century first for her to be aware of the Future. Everyone has to be in their earned place, both the Living and the Dead, in the book. This is true of the Dead of that time also. They cannot usually ‘know’ of the future until the newly Dead report it (as they see it as individuals). It is rather cumbersome but it works to give a ‘general’ sense of how the future is coming along. Merlyn cannot let Sophia know who he truly is because it would not make any difference to Sophia. He will represent himself for what he is, a shaman, and he will be introduced to Sophia through “Mother Gloama’s” grandfather, Takis. – Post. - Amorella
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