You woke up around three in the morning remembering your friend and muse’s birthday was two days ago and you did not say 'happy birthday' to her. In fact, until this moment you forgot it again. – Amorella
I lack words at the moment. [Please help me, Amorella]
You wrote your note from heartansoul and feel better. – Amorella
I had no choice. The words would come from nowhere else.
How else would a writer speak to his muse?
I don’t know.
Yesterday was busy and you were too tired to write when you had the opportunity. Writing from heartansoulanmind for clarity and transparencies’ sake takes stillness, you are within your spiritual center when you do so and while this takes place you are physically in a form of automaticity. This is not as an out of body type of experience, it is, instead, a within experience, the physical body is buffered (barely realized consciously) as it were – a hypnotic-like state, a place within human reality. – Amorella
I can neither confirm nor dispute your words here. – rho
This is exactly what I am talking about. Post. – Amorella
1941 hours. I am sitting in front of Giant Eagle behind and below the nearby Legacy Outdoor Mall waiting for Carol. We had another busy though easier more relaxing day with Brennan. As Paul’s order for a battery powered toy jeep for Owen and a single young passenger arrived before Paul got home from the hospital. He spent an hour and a half putting it together and the battery will be fully charged when Owen arrives from daycare tomorrow afternoon. (It is hidden tonight.) Kim and her three boys fits as Paul is quite excited to teach Owen to drive it in the backyard tomorrow. I have yet to see it fully assembled as I was taking a nap at the time.
You are uneasy to dwell into the supposedly ‘spiritual world’ within the humanity of human beings, mostly because you don’t believe it. – Amorella
You always come straight out, Amorella. It is one thing to write fiction and use my imagination in that light, it is another to dwell into something that may indeed be true, i.e. the centeredness of one’s humanity, but it is not a fact. Even as an ‘understanding’ which I can better adjust to, it is still not a fact. Besides, this appears to be a further diversion from the novel, from The Rebellion. If I accepted more the book would be done by now, I’m sure. I didn’t have this problem with the first three books. I can fully accept the concept of a place for the Dead called anything, but I like “HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither” the best so I use it. I can accept possibly having a humanitarian ‘unit’ within called heartansoulanmind – a combined unit rather than separate aspects of one unit – it makes more sense as all three have no physical dimension other than what can be seen (measured) mostly in the various facets of the human face, voice or lack of voice, and overall body language. I can understand and accept that we are drawn to our humanity as gravity is drawn to objects.
If this ‘centeredness’ is within I do not see a physical attachment to the brain or body other than in nerve endings reaching out for no more than a bio-chemical objectivity needed for basic brain/body survival and (pleasure/contentment and pain). Empathy and intellectual sensitivity come to mind. I am incline, as you say, to make this ‘centeredness’ a general spiritual centeredness but this is ‘romance’ like existential transcendentalism.
The book has spent a lot of setting in the Place of the Dead and the heartsansoulsanminds within it. But we also have to cover the other end of Point B, Point A, the center of human beings’ humanity. – Amorella
I don’t believe Virgil, Dante and Milton covered this aspect in their works. I always thought it would be fun to conjure up a modern version of the separation of the Quick and the Dead, so to speak, but setting up an internal mythology was not in my mind. It is too complicated as is. Too much. I cannot keep such things straight in my rather limited head. You keep adding things like the concept of the last three books. I was ready to stop with the three. I figured, what the hell, I’m not doing anything inventive or constructive anyway so why not? I’m retired and have the time. Besides, I was curious as to what else I could say. One would have thought I would have run out of words long before now (though redundancy appears a pretty good percent off all the words in notes and books). – rho
To bring up an earlier memory, what if I said only seven percent of what you write (books and blog) is true, what then? – Amorella
Sherlock Holmes and the Seven Percent Solution rapidly comes to mind here. Today Carol and I watched last Sunday’s Masterpiece Theatre that has elements of Nicholas Meyer’s work in the final-for-the-year modern production Sherlock Holmes plot.
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The Seven-Per-Cent Solution: Being a Reprint from the Reminiscences of John H. Watson, M.D. is a 1974 novel by American writer Nicholas Meyer. It is written as a pastiche of a Sherlock Holmes adventure, and was made into a film of the same name in 1976.
Published as a "lost manuscript" of the late Dr. John H. Watson, the book recounts Holmes' recovery from cocaine addiction (with the help of Sigmund Freud) and his subsequent prevention of a European war through the unravelling of a sinister kidnapping plot.
Plot
An introduction states that two canonical Holmes adventures were fabrications. These are "The Final Problem", in which Holmes apparently died along with Prof. James Moriarty, and "The Empty House", wherein Holmes reappeared after a three-year absence and revealed that he had not been killed after all. The Seven-Per-Cent Solution's Watson explains that they were published to conceal the truth concerning Holmes’ "Great Hiatus".
The novel begins in 1891, when Holmes first informs Watson of his belief that Professor James Moriarty is a "Napoleon of Crime". The novel presents this view as nothing more than the fevered imagining of Holmes' cocaine-sodden mind; it further states that Moriarty was the childhood mathematics tutor of Sherlock and his brother Mycroft. Moriarty meets Watson, denies that he is a criminal and reluctantly threatens to pursue legal action unless the latter's accusations cease.
The heart of the novel consists of an account of Holmes’ recovery from his addiction. Watson and Holmes’ brother Mycroft induce Holmes to travel to Vienna, where Watson introduces him to Dr. Freud. Using a treatment consisting largely of hypnosis, Freud helps Holmes shake off his addiction and his delusions about Moriarty, but neither he nor Watson can revive Holmes’ dejected spirit.
What finally does the job is a whiff of mystery: one of the doctor's patients is kidnapped and Holmes’ curiosity is sufficiently aroused. The case takes the three men on a breakneck train ride across Austria in pursuit of a foe who is about to launch a war involving all of Europe. Holmes remarks during the denouement that they have succeeded only in postponing such a conflict, not preventing it; Holmes would later become involved in a "European War" in 1914.
One final hypnosis session reveals a key traumatic event in Holmes' childhood: his father murdered his mother for adultery and committed suicide afterwards. It was Moriarty who informed Holmes and his brother of their deaths, and his tutor then became a dark and malignant figure in his subconscious. Freud and Watson conclude that Holmes, consciously unable to face the emotional ramifications of this event, has pushed them deep into his unconscious while finding outlets in fighting evil, pursuing justice, and many of his famous eccentricities, including his cocaine habit. However, they decide not to discuss these subjects with Holmes, believing that he would not accept them, and that it would needlessly complicate his recovery.
Watson returns to London, but Holmes decides to travel alone for a while, advising Watson to claim that he had been killed, and thus the famed "Great Hiatus" is more or less preserved.
Edited from Wikipedia: The Seven Percent Solution
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Beyond this, what would I think if you told me seven percent of the books and blog are true? Do you mean literarily or figuratively?
So you don’t bounce off to bed thinking of the far out possibility of real marsupial-humanoid aliens out there on the other side of the galaxy, I mean figuratively. – Amorella
At one time in my life this would have been a very intriguing to consider, but those days are past. Seven percent of any fiction being true (unknown to the author and audience) would fit in coincidence as far as I am concerned. I may be a romantic, Amorella, but I have a stronger neo-classic side, the side I survival this world with, the dark-humored side. – rho
Honest enough response. We will continue this when time permits. Post. – Amorella
Fine with me, Amorella, as long as this will fit within the remaining books one way or another, otherwise, it is wasted thought and/or imagination.
You are fully arrogant here, boy. – Amorella
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