Mid-morning. Breakfast and the Saturday paper after a good night's sleep. You have concerns and questions relating to the do-over. However, today you envision the universe as a greater whole than you did five years ago. Lots of imaginary experiences put on paper. And, this time you are writing for a larger audience. - Amorella
I want to show humanity stretched. Imagination and fiction are what we are -- storytellers. The Dead have to be included in each chapter so there will be four braids instead of three and it would be more respectful to begin with the Dead. What do you think, Amorella?
I agree. First, we need to change the Prologue and make a couple of changes on the blog. The selections from the Dead however, will have only three characters, Mother, Merlyn and the Supervisor, me, Amorella. The watchwords to strive for in revamping the Merlyn trilogy will be: "When possible delete half the words and say twice as much."
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Here is the revised Prologue. (1151)
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Prologue
The Dead can tell a tale, I am dead and I have a story for you about Living and being Dead both at once. If this appears to be a contradiction, think of Erwin Schrodinger's cat, a 1935 paradoxical thought experiment that suggests quantum entanglement. My story is an evolving and entangled one, just as you, the living are evolving in an entanglement of thought. In 2001, the book, Stuck focused on the future; this evolved into a broadened trilogy by 2008, Braided Dreams, Running Through and Merlyn's Mind. This trilogy is being expanded into an even broader and at the same time a narrower tale, one that includes the heartansoulanmind, the embodiment of spirit one may take with herorhim when the physical life has expired; the honored and respected higher spirit that flows from the physical no matter what planet one with higher consciousness happens to be born on.
Your own ancestors also told an unworded and spirited tale with you one of their concluding points. In these books you take your imagination and reason with you. Naked, what else might you take besides your humanity, your heartansoulanmind? You tell me.
Merlyn of the Old Isles
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Post and take a break. - Amorella
Blog revisions made and uploaded early afternoon.
Encounters in Mind
This blog was created on 15 August 2009. As of 17 August 2012 the plan for books four, five and six was scuttled and they are being written into a major revision of the original Merlyn trilogy. The working title for present is "The Sage". The books focus on what Richard and I, Amorella, consider intellectually entertainment -- a modern trilogy encapsulated by an evolving and working human heartansoulanmind.
GMS Disclaimer
"The Sage" is a trilogy in progress as is this “Encounters in Mind” blog. Orndorff’s experimental writing began when he discovered a way to take his reading automaticity (effectively used for over thirty years of grading senior students’ many expository essays and research papers) and use the automaticity in his writing. The errors produced add to his sense of humility that I find refreshing. He preached the rules of General Manuscript Specifications his whole career and now finds he can’t live up to them himself. He may not see the humor in this, but his many former students and colleagues might sense a secret delight in his lightly buried misery of my conditional. I would not be here but for his determination and humility to see this experimental and self-imposed writing project through. Humanity is my standard in orndorff's writing, not GMS perfection. – Amorella
This is a working blog.
Selections of which are pre-copyrighted. If interested, you may share the final draft once it is completed . Otherwise, you may share the notes of these drafts with friends if you keep the copyright and Orndorff's name intact. You are welcome to leave your personal comments as long as they are polite. I am not new at life nor am I new to the BS that generally goes along with it. Except for outside sourced items, this material is under the series copyright 2007-2012.
I am an agnostic by nature but my intuition tells me that if there is a G---D SheanHe has a deeper sense of humor than to end consciousness with physical death. In any case, I have the humor for such a conditional. In this blog and my novels we move on whether we like it or not. Be of good cheer, why not?
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2013 hours. We had turkey soup for supper, delicious. I finished the new "Grimm" on earlier in the week and a new (to me) comic episode on PBS. I have chapter one ready to rework, but I should write "The Dead" selection first. How do we go about this?
Pull the Prologue to The Rebellion onto a work document and we'll go from there. - Amorella
I have it. Now what?
We have half the draft of "The Dead, Chapter One". Add it here:
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The Dead - 1
This Merlyn. The date is 15 December 2009. I have been here among the Living since Merlyn’s Mind was published in May 2008. This is certainly not the earthly reality I bodily left in the fourteenth century. The earthly pressures are almost overwhelming to this old mindanheart. He thought, I am half a mind living, half a mind dead.
Your spirit shares a link with Richard's spirit within this enwrapped fold, Merlyn. I have invited your Mother to join us, says the Supervisor.
Upon hearing Mother's name Merlyn felt his own mindanheart for the first time while riding piggy back in the physical senses of Richard the Writer. 'I do not like the Living,' whipped from his mind only to snap and draw pain, a small quake to the ever protective soulshell Merlyn would just as soon forget he had. 'It is like wearing armor,' shot from mind to soul to heart. A flat billiard table like mind with round moody billiard ball thoughts rolled from one pocket to the other and always rolling back down into the mind that cued them forth. Noisy and angry thoughts from a spirit that did not enjoy heranhis immediate setting. The smells of living earth are no different than the mind-memory smells in HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither. 'Which I gather is not that far away,' rolled out in mischief and straight down to a corner pocket. 'I am sick at heart,' popped out from the opposite corner pocket and rolled uncued and unpocketed.
Hello, Merlyn, said Mother who proceeded to sit on the flat billiard table of Merlyn's mind. He is one of my seemingly endless offspring' most of whom are dead but presently nowhere special, mostly because they don't have the heartansoulanmind for it, or imagination either for that matter, she added to her now solid black ball that sat on Merlyn's table in her place. "It is confusing to you Merlyn, to be in the present, past and future at once."
The Supervisor smiled at Merlyn's silent dilemma. Merlyn understood immediately that Mother knew his every position.
'Mother may know everything,' stayed stuck in a pocket. A quiet near invisible smirk crossed one of Merlyn's balls near a middle pocket. The black ball, Mother, caught the smirk's slight reflection. 'But I have been taught the understanding,' continued Merlyn's sly thought.
to be continued
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