1019 hours. Celebration day. The run for the money at Churchill Downs. Grandma O. bet on the horses and so did/do a lot of people. We human beings are gamblers at heart – whether it’s for love or money or power or revenge or whatever else the mind has a fancy to or for – we gamble on something (our health at the very least) every day until our time runs out. Somebody gambled to bring us into the world in the first place. In yesterday’s posting I gambled on a spelling and lost. I ‘knew’ better but was too lazy to confirm it. Rot iron is wrought iron, iron that is worked, worked iron originally or so it says in today’s Cincinnati Enquirer’s “Home and Style” page. The thing is good grammar is something I believe in deeply and yet I am finding myself not practicing it, as I should. This is probably covered by one of the medieval seven deadly and if nothing else I’m damned by literary convention. D- orndorff, and only upped to a C- if you do it over. Damned even by my own previously uttered classroom words. What the hell? No, that’s not the hell, that’s the humor. I’m done.
A good self-appointed short Saturday self-sermon, orndorff. Post. Amorella
You jest, of course.
Nearing noon local time. Last night you erased a page or so because you were caught up in the idea of ‘spirits’ because the other day on a posting with “my sketch by you” I called myself a “spiritual alien” rather than a physical one. Earlier, I identified myself with the word “Betweener” rather your earlier “angelic-like”. “Betweener”, you can more easily accept comfortably than “spiritual alien”; even though when you identified me as “angelic like” that was more easily accepted than “spiritual alien”. The gist of last night’s erasure (because you didn’t want to, or do you now, deal with it) is that you looked up Harry Houdini on Wikipedia and specifically “Debunking spiritualists”. From there you said you hadn’t believed in spirits since adolescence but I reminded you of your Sao Paulo apartment on Avenida Adolfo Peniero reading of the book, The Exorcist where you checked the door and windows after finishing the book at two in the morning, then taking a shower to wash away any sense of evil personified either on or in your body and/or mind. That was in the 1971-1972 school year at Escola Graduada, not high school.
Then you looked up The Exorcist on Wikipedia to remind yourself the book was based on a real exorcism which was the real reason you were secretly ‘terrified’:
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Factual basis for the novel
See also: Exorcism of Roland Doe
Aspects of the character Father Merrin were based on the British archaeologist Gerald Lankester Harding, who had excavated the caves where the Dead Sea Scrolls had been found and whom Blatty had met in Beirut. Blatty has stated that Harding "was the physical model in my mind when I created the character [of Merrin], whose first name, please note, is Lankester."
Aspects of the novel were inspired by an exorcism performed by the Jesuit priest, Fr. William S. Bowdern, Fr. who formerly taught at both St. Louis University and St. Louis University High School.
Recent investigative research by freelance journalist Mark Opsasnick indicates that Blatty's novel was based on an actual 1949 exorcism of a young boy from Cottage City, Maryland, whom Opsasnick refers to using the pseudonyms Robbie Mannheim and Roland Doe. The child's Catholic family was convinced the child's aggressive behavior was attributable to demonic possession, and called upon the services of Father Walter Halloran to perform the rite of exorcism.
From: Wikipedia – The Exorcist by Blatty
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You see, the problematic conflict more clearly now. – Amorella
It just dawned on me – my own experience with a ‘troubled spirit’ in our house on Majken Place here in Mason. I wrote about this in a posting but don’t remember when. I saw a manifestation of ‘something’ untoward, unreal – weird in the ‘unearthly’ sense of the word in the upstairs hallway two to three inches to the right of the hall closet door. The ‘unearthly object’ was a strange eerie shimmering green ball about an inch in diameter. The outer slowly pulsating circumference had short straight hair-like strands about sixteenth of an inch protruding from it. The floating object appeared ‘electrical’ in nature. It’s movement was short (about a quarter inch in varied directions) and agitated. It appeared ‘stuck’ in this particular area of the hall, about an inch or so off the carpet and an inch or so from the wall. This is my present recollection of the object of the event. – rho
See, you have the memory.
I don’t remember writing this in the earlier posting. I wrote more about the event surrounding the manifestation. What can I say? It didn’t appear to be a hallucination. Besides, Carol awoke and said something didn’t feel right then went back to sleep. Kim, in the room next to the hall closet (which was left of the steps to the hallway) did not awaken. The object made no sound yet I thought of and still do, ‘a medium pitched spluttering’. That is the sound I thought it should have been making. The ‘greenish-yellow light’ emanating from it did not cause shadows nor did it raise the temperature though its center had intensity (a nervous-like energy or anxiety); there was no heat. Because of this it did not occur to me that the object would cause a fire.
Carol is ready to go to lunch, this time at Outback. Later, old man. Post. - Amorella
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