27 October 2012

Notes - observations / Grandma - 5, tomorrow Pouch - 5


         Last night before bed and this morning after awakening you spent time playing with Jadah the Cat. You both missed her and she appears to be enjoying the quiet and almost complete control of her immediate environment. No more sharing food and space with Ellie the Cat, at least for the time being. You and Carol have had a rather lazy morning after getting caught up on several DVRed shows last night. Today you have errands and probably lunch out. There should be time to work on and finish up Grandma-5 also. - Amorella

         1140 hours. It was dark and rainy so it was easy to sleep in. Even before a late breakfast I took a nap. I enjoyed yesterday as we saw family we don't always keep in touch with. I have two light bulbs out and have to get them replaced. Both are in the upstairs hallway so it involves a ladder that I am not fond of climbing. However, I got the bulbs out and found no replacement 60 watters. We have the bank and no doubt other stops along the way today. It would help if I climbed out of my sweats and got dressed for the real world. I am looking forward to see how Grandma-5 turns out. Writing is a real entertainment for me.

         You ran errands and the final one is at Kroger's on Tylersville after eating a very late lunch at Smashburgers.

         1530 hours. All the stores are busy with people buying things today. I am not sure why but there is little evidence of a recession in the Kenwood to Mason area of Cincinnati.

         Let's work on Grandma-5. - Amorella

         2200 hours. I have completed Grandma -5.

         Add and post. Tomorrow we work on Pouch-5. Amorella

         I do not feel so confident in this revised version because I do not see its intent.

         Add and post, boy. - Amorella

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Grandma’s Story - 5  (draft for now)

I have a little story that happened several thousand years ago. It was on an island off Southeast Asia. A woman, Sawasdee Ka and a man, Sawasdee Khrap were arguing which of the gods they wanted to place on their house front stones. The woman’s goddess was kind and generous to a fault, and she thought that it would be appropriate to show the guest, whoever sheorhe was, that the guest is always welcome to their home.

The man replied (the woman always spoke first) that he thought his defender-of-the-home goddess was best to display because this would show the guest that although sheorhe was welcome, home security for family and friends was more important than hospitality. Ka and Khrap fought about this situation off and on during the next year. Both homeowners finally agreed that it was better to have no god or goddess on their house front stones than the wrong one.

Now one might think the god and goddess would be offended because neither stood by the door, but this was not the case. Eventually in the ebbs and tides of anger and personal insult the couple broke into a no-holds-barred physical battle.

To end all the squabbling and noise Ka stabbed Khrap with his favorite long knife defensive weapon as Khrap struck her with a sharpened ax for chopping wood. Both died though that was not the end of it.

In a raging anger Ka and Khrap are still fighting in HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither. Neither of these two human spiritual remnants realizes that even in this day each is physically dead. This is because the battle continues to be what it has become a deeply contagious metaphysical question rooted and pride and anger. Homeland security for polite guests and friends is no longer the problem. I, Grandma, see a humor here, but those in battle don’t see it that way. Not much humor surrounds the battlefield in either the physical or metaphysical human state.
 
Grandma's face turned into a full Halloween moon. The tricks the human mind is capable of pulling on one's self is greater than the tricks conceivable to play on others in jest or anger. No one kills anyone in HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither. Pride, anger . . . as psychological examples of the seven deadly are worthless here but the Dead are allowed to wear them around their necks as they would jewelry. After all they are spirits of choice until they have none left. These dead rarely find themselves in view of any one but their own sort. Their heartsansoulsanminds hang like bats, upside down comfortably sleeping in their caves. They feed on themselves until there is nothing left but indifference, no humanity whatsoever. Nothing. Their souls cleansed and free float awaiting new tenants.

They have no heartansoulanmind as a whole human spirit exists. These lesser spirits would not be aware of HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither if it were to tickle them as a soft feather might be directed to tickle a babe for the expressed delight of hearing a young one's contagious laughter. These sub-human spirits are the natural jokes of misbegotten involving humanity. These spirits are indeed rare as there are rarities in the physical world. Not rare as the precious metals in the physical world, these heartless-an-mindless hollows become as pumpkin-faced vegetables not fit for eating before they disappear into shadows of shades. From these shadows and shades there is no filtering what light of humanity was and is not becoming.

Grandma waned then brightened her smile Halloween full again. All who labored in life know there are tricks to the trade no matter what the trade is. Souls understand their trade as human laborers do. You start when the foundation is free standing and heart mated with mind into a fully human consciousness. The physical body learns rather than teaches. The heartanmind grow under the protection of the soul until the body dies away and it is left alone to wall the seed in an eternally very long time.

You measure once, you measure twice, and much to your surprise
How fast and long the logic runs from the brain to theorize.

My goddess stands here, your god stand there, on frontal stone bare
The body to the brain is stuck while the mind runs unaware

Yet, all the while, this moon bright Grandma’s story sums

A familiar engine dances as the heartless mind runs and runs.


732 words

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