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.
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