Notes - What does Jesus do? / 1985 holistic hypothesis on metaphysics

         Mid-morning. Cool and crisp but a full sun and clear blue ‘California-like’ sky. You read the Saturday paper and had half a peanut butter with raisin sandwich with a piece of multigrain bread and a small glass of skim milk. Trim to do today as well as southwest corner of the yard. Jadah the cat is cleaning herself in the sunlight and Carol is downstairs in the kitchen. Tomorrow Kim and the boys arrive and Mary Lou is not coming until Monday, so Easter dinner will be then instead of tomorrow as Kim will be arriving later in the afternoon. Clean up chores still in hand but things are coming along well for having guests. Speaking of which, Craig and Alta arrive from Tucson in mid May, first visiting Craig’s sister and brother-in-law who live north of you in the same county, then you for a few days, and then, for them, up to Chicago to see Eric, Mary Kay and their two young boys. You cannot help yourself being excited to see Craig and Alta – old friends and long time travel companions.

      Out on errands, the first to the Honey Baked Ham Store on Fields-Ertel Road; -- now at Kroger’s on Tylersville after a stop at Key Bank and the post office.

         Like my cousin John Schick told me (as I retired back in 2003), “When you retire, everyday is Saturday.” That’s pretty much how it’s been – errands and chores almost every day. What in the world would one do being among the Dead? The books have physical-like sex described once in a while but with no purpose other than the thought of intimacy or just the closeness or the heat of the moment (no pun intended) I suppose. In fact, what would be the purpose but reliving memory or fantasy? Our biology is sexually built for procreation but no procreation in HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither as far as I can see. Lots of necessities when Living; but when Dead, what do they do besides make up their communal minds and conjure up building a bridge over the Styx? I probably should have thought of this before the project was begun, but I didn’t. It is no wonder that writers rarely tackle such a themed project – particularly in the broader overview of such a setting. 


        Whether you are playing a harp or continually going out for dinner death would become pretty boring. I mean, this is a good symbolic weekend to mention it – what would Jesus be doing? Forgiving sins would be terribly boring and actually depressing at least to Jesus’ humanity. I think it would be anyhow. Why doesn’t someone write a sermon about Jesus sitting on the right hand of God? Lord, how long would he have to sit? How many hands does God have anyway? I know this is being silly but that’s how it was about the time I joined the First Presbyterian Church on the corner of West College and Knox in Westerville. Shoot, I still have the questions. Too confusing – no wonder Amorella conjures up the name HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither for me. What else could I call it and be inwardly legitimate? I’m not expecting a response, Amorella, and at the same time I’m hoping you’ll just let this few minutes of ornery speculation pass through a filter.

          I was going to do as you wished and let this pass but you continued on with the sarcastic comment: “Someone of a particular kind nature will probably pray for me here, but what good would that do? I am standing here, naked in consciousness – so what would the prayer be about? Saving my soul? For what? For whom? From the devil? What’s a devil going to do with my soul? How many souls does the devil need? Why? Surely the number of souls one has in herorhis camp doesn’t make much difference to a God-of-All-Things-And-Beyond. Then again, what do I know? I just seems fruitless to me not futile.”

         Okay, I’d thank the pray-givers for their kindness to be considerate and polite but beyond that I have no idea.

         Mid-afternoon and you are home again. No more last minute errands though you have your exercises and a couple chores yet to do. Post, my boy. Title this one, “What does Jesus do?” – Amorella

         You’re kidding?

         Stand by your thoughts, boy. Do it. - Amorella

Late afternoon. You fell asleep in the living room chair while Carol was still busy working. Now, here you are down at Kroger’s on Montgomery-Mason Road under a wonderfully sunny sky waiting on Carol who is last minute pick-up shopping but you think she just wanted to get out of the house one more time. The other day when you were wandering through your external drive files you found scanned copy of your first overview back in the mid-eighties before I was consciously present. Pull it up and drop it in and we can go over some things you once considered before you were being enlightened by the Merlyn’s Mind series. 

Hmm, sounds like your being sarcastic, Amorella.

No, that’s still your echo, boy, not mine. 

I’ll do it but even without looking I don’t imagine I have changed my views any. Besides, I remember that when I had the epiphany, as it were, I rushed to put it done before I lost it – a quick sketch from which I made this present copy. I think I even have the date on it, and perhaps I have already put this on a posting some time ago.

Perhaps you did. That is not my purpose at this point in time. – Amorella

Okay, upon looking more closely at the photocopy I remember that the Wheel was two-dimensional and the sticks and balls are supposed to be three-dimensional – pop up. It was a holistic concept and looking back it really isn’t that important to me. I don’t remember ever referring it in terms of the Merlyn series or the first trilogy (Stuck, Home and On Earth) that were recomposed to be the third  section (science fiction aspect) titled, “Pouch Text” in the three self-published Merlyn books.

We’ll continue this tomorrow or when time permits, orndorff. 

I don’t see where you are going with this, Amorella. 

Really?

Actually, I’m tired and we still have cleaning to do in the morning. I’d just like to go to bed. 

Post, orndorff. - Amorella