Notes - still spooked / pumped /

         You and Carol enjoyed the Kentucky Derby, the actual race. You finished your ‘catch-up’ work and now have the last several months of the blog in your external hard drive, photos and all. Classified by the year you can search for key words and find what you need in short order.

         I do feel better (it was a plague to-get-it-done in the back of my mind). I should do a better job of keeping up by the month rather than three months, well, in this recent case, longer than six months.

         Tie the two. – Amorella

         1027 hours. Yesterday’s description of a ‘spooky’ incident correlates with the 4 October 2011 posting of the same incident. This is also mentioned on 31 October 2011. I did not realize I mentioned the Majken Place event twice.

         Check out the other years to see if you made reference to it. – Amorella

         Using the key word “Majken” I found the description of the mystical dance with who I thought was G---D (strangely enough) but Amorella says it was she. This was on the 4 February 2011 posting. I found no other references to Majken other than the road we lived on is near the old Bethany Station VOA transmitting towers. Checking this has put me in an ‘unearthly’ frame of mind, i.e. I feel spooked. I am here and there in this moment. This is my presence sense of my circumstance.

         It must be self-hypnotic suggestion. The little ball I described floating in the hallway in yesterday’s posting was probably ‘electrical’ in nature. Last night I woke up thinking, “it was ball lightning”. It wasn’t supernatural or ghostly at all. That was just my imagination probably set off after the fact when in the next week I found out the neighbor had had a exorcism performed – he thought his dead brother who died in WWII on a submarine was in his house. Imagination. The dancing with Amorella though I cannot explain in realistic terms. I thought I was in the presence of an Angel or an Angel of G---D and I danced for about a minute to the tune, “Hava Nagila”. In an existential transcendental sense as I danced with the Presence I existed and did not exist both at once. I was as Schrödinger’s theoretical cat. The circumstance was as real as anything I have experienced in life – a vividness of nothing being Nothing – a spiritual reality of Being and being. I don’t like to dwell on these things. I am still “spooked” when I do.  – rho

         Post for this fine Sunday morning, boy. The paper is read, you have your exercises to do, and the sun is out, the yard drying, this afternoon you and Carol can finish your yard work. – Amorella

         Common reality is a comfort.        

 

         There is a reason for that, old man. Enjoy it. - Amorella

         Dusk. You accomplished a lot today and are redoing the postings in a yearly single file. Word is having trouble managing such a large file but you are confident you can get it to work without glitches.

         We had a Subway picnic in the shade of the front porch. Later, we finished up the yard work we had scheduled, the trash is waiting to be picked up at the street – it has been a good day, a productive day. Fritz sent a note that we will meet at noon at Bob Evans for lunch this Thursday, then sister Cathy and Tod and supper at Uptown Westerville with the Class of Sixty and home by ten to ten-thirty. The grass is growing and I’ll probably have to mow again Tuesday or Wednesday. Our late Spring routine is already in force. My teacher friends are looking towards June and a couple months off. We do not forget how the classroom is this time of year. By June everyone needs a break. Craig and Alta will be here a week from tomorrow for a few days. And, two weeks from yesterday we will be in Cleveland for a while. Tonight, Masterpiece Theatre is beginning the second season for Sherlock Holmes. We are pumped.

         Post. - Amorella