Notes - different world / blog / The Dead - 8 completed

         1048 hours. Almost time for another yearly ritual. I cannot remember ever celebrating the New Year at a 'social' New Year's Eve party; ever, in high school, in college, in our twenties, thirties, forties, fifties or sixties. Usually I go to bed early. Carol sometimes stays up to see the NYC ball drop; sometimes she falls asleep beforehand. Winter Solstice has a more natural and sacred aspect to it. That is my personal and thus quite unofficial New Year. We do have our pork chops and sauerkraut on New Year's Day though, so that is our 'official' traditional family ritual to mark the New Year.

         Carol just informed we that we have a grocery errand to run and this afternoon I have to take the cat in to the vet to have her nails trimmed. And, we are going to eat for lunch. A cloudy day as the snow is coming in this afternoon or tonight, only one to two inches but it will keep the landscape winter fresh and shoveling light. No need for a snow blower today.

         You are ready to work on Dead-8. I do a little twist in plot (pun intended) to liven it up a bit. - Amorella

         Sound good, Amorella. I'm feeling better about it today. I think it has to do with relative size. Physics allows for relative size but metaphysics not so much. The small stone in a sandal might 'feel' much different in such an spiritual space where size means next to nothing.

         You are slowly catching on to subtle differences between Living and being Dead. Allowances are made, but hey, it's a different world in here, boy, no question about it. Post. - Amorella

         I just noticed the "I do a little twist" and was about to correct it; however 'will do' is from my prospect not yours. I am remembering Milton's problem with verb tense relative to angels in Paradise Lost. Any conscious species that is immortal-like cannot 'know' tense as humans do. I always thought that was interesting and strangely untranslatable between such a species and our own. 

         So, under such a conditional, you leave it as it is out of cautionary respect. Thoughtfully understood, boy. Your consciousness is gradually increasing in sensitive awareness whether you like it or not. - Amorella

          I don't mind, Amorella. Communication can be a tricky business inside or out. I would rather back away facing your direction than otherwise. Being polite is the best policy where plausible. That's my personal perspective because for me it is morally correct. 

         You had lunch at Five Guys, no fries. You are waiting for Carol at the Tylersville Kroger's. Let's go to the Dead document. - Amorella

         You stopped writing when Carol walked out the door, drove home, deposited groceries appropriately, and now you are waiting for Carol who is in line at the Regal Theatre for holiday tickets for Tim and Amy King who generously take care of our house and yard when we are out of town.

         We arrived home; I stopped to sit down then remembered the cat appointment. We were late, but since Family Pet Care was busy they hardly noticed. Jadah's nails are trimmed and Jadah has nothing scheduled until perhaps May. (1559)

          Carol is on the phone with Linda and you need to complete Dead-8, but first a break. Post this with what you have completed. - Amorella

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The Dead - 8

         Trees and shrubs line both sides of this river, a river not so much deep as wide while at the same time a river not so much wide as deep. This so I Merlyn think. It depends on the angle of my view and the width of my mind. The narrower the view is the deeper the water. When my heart feels Vivian within; another heartansoulanmind relaxing peacefully asleep in my heart, then the deeper I can sink into her own. There is a magnetic-like spiritual energy that is drawn into us. The mind becomes one eye and the heart the other. As two eyes add the depth of perception the mind eye and the heart eye also adds a perception, a reality from which love is but an echo to the actual reality.

         This one actual reality hangs in another setting more dressed by a rarefied intuitive perception that has little imaginary dressing. This begotten energy is a passion that has no muscle memory of sexual politics dancing in unwinding toy spools of unaddressed innuendos. Contentment is being nothing and all. Nothing and all is no more the depth of this water and width of this river on which I rest in a small boat of my own making. Such is the contentment in the twinning of our like souls; whose single ring would shame the size of Saturn, that I wait to see whose soul next we two, Vivian and I do touch. We are bound in the cosmos of HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither and HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither is bound within the cosmos of the spiritual we. This thought Merlyn with contentment, and then Vivian appeared head first out of the water and climbed into the boat.

         "Welcome to my world, Merlyn. I can tell from your surprise that we are more closely attached than you thought."

         "How is this?" grumbled Merlyn loving her being, but not so close in spiritual attachment. "I thought I was alone here in my woods, my private sanctuary?"

         "I have found these dry waters not so private as one obviously thinks, Merlyn. Call the spiritual waters what ever name you wish they are the same. When we are not here in our own dried land we are in the waters whether they be lake, stream or ocean we can swim them if we focus on our destination." She paused, "But then, did you not desire my company?"

         He smiled away his brashness, "Not so quick and not so nakedly arrived, my fair lady."

         "Me naked almost always brings you into a smile. How better to disarm your solitary nature." She brushed her toes as she sat and swept her right arm quickly to her neck. "How is this?"

         A shear silk-like imagination covered only slightly as it was constructed as a not so modest see-through toy when Merlyn in a quick rattle of masculinity consciously desired a secret peek. Such are the wiles of Vivian, the once Lady of the Lake, the legendary and original Princess of Celtic Avalon. (1345) - 501 w

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         I have to say, you did surprise me with this addition. Right out of the blue, absolutely no conscious clue of what I was going to write. And, when I checked Vivian on Wikipedia Offline I realized I had forgot she was the Lady of the Lake, and did not remember she was a Princess of Avalon. I made her the original princess but who is going to argue a legend in fiction? Plus, coming up out of the water, who would of thought? At that time I couldn't understand why, but of course, Lady of the Lake (which comes later) makes perfect sense. Plus, it is humorous to me that he dreams and pines for Vivian and here she is, in the spirit and looking pretty 'fleshy' at the same time. Ha! I can just see the look on old Merlyn's face. This is a very fun write. Thank you, Amorella (1611)  [1611 isn't that the date of the KJV publication? I think so.]

         It is getting on dusk and you have stopped at "Google +" several times wondering whether you should share with it. Here is the problem. Once when you had photos that showed a sense of how you thought about the heart and soul and mind you published that particular blog and got a hundred or so hits. Then you wrote in the blog that all those hits made you too uncomfortable. So, as you do not wish your blog to gain in popularity, it is better than you keep it in the backwash, if you will, of blogs, satisfied as you are with sixteen followers. - Amorella

         You are right. I do like to see where the readership is from. It is interesting and a puzzle because I do not understand why some pages get more hits than others. I am not so social and never was; except I was more so in the classroom. I don't know why. I am probably a lot more controlling than I like to think.

         You didn't have any problem responding to everyone on Jean's 'Class of 1960' list about the instant freezing of the bottle of water. - Amorella

         I did not because I had written about that in a blog (but I don't remember when). I have a copy of the wave on one of the Great Lakes freezing instantly. I think Rich Grimsley sent it to me. I just asked Doug if he remembers the blog (and the details on why the freezing happens). I did not write the name of the blog because that seems offensive to me to do. I don't really care how many read my blog but it is nice to know that a few people do from time to time. That's enough exposure to me.

         Later, dude. Post. - Amorella 
 
         I did find the frozen lake blog: 11 February 2011, "Notes - Trivia / Frozen Thought"

         2129 hours. I have completed "The Dead - 8".

         Add and post. - Amorella

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"The Dead - 8" in draft form  ©2012.rho

         Trees and shrubs line both sides of this river, a river not so much deep as wide while at the same time a river not so much wide as deep. This so I Merlyn think. It depends on the angle of my view and the width of my mind. The narrower the view is the deeper the water. When my heart feels Vivian within; another heartansoulanmind relaxing peacefully asleep in my heart, then the deeper I can sink into her own. There is a magnetic-like spiritual energy that is drawn into us. The mind becomes one eye and the heart the other. As two eyes add the depth of perception the mind eye and the heart eye also adds a perception, a reality from which love is but an echo to the actual reality.

         This one actual reality hangs in another setting more dressed by a rarefied intuitive perception that has little imaginary dressing. This begotten energy is a passion that has no muscle memory of sexual politics dancing in unwinding toy spools of unaddressed innuendos. Contentment is being nothing and all. Nothing and all is no more the depth of this water and width of this river on which I rest in a small boat of my own making. Such is the contentment in the twinning of our like souls; whose single ring would shame the size of Saturn, that I wait to see whose soul next we two, Vivian and I do touch. We are bound in the cosmos of HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither and HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither is bound within the cosmos of the spiritual we. This thought Merlyn with contentment, and then Vivian appeared head first out of the water and climbed into the boat.

         "Welcome to my world, Merlyn. I can tell from your surprise that we are more closely attached than you thought."

         "How is this?" grumbled Merlyn loving her being, but not so close in spiritual attachment. "I thought I was alone here in my woods, my private sanctuary?"

         "I have found these dry waters not so private as one obviously thinks, Merlyn. Call the spiritual waters what ever name you wish they are the same. When we are not here in our own dried land we are in the waters whether they be lake, stream or ocean we can swim them if we focus on our destination." She paused, "But then, did you not desire my company?"

         He smiled away his brashness, "Not so quick and not so nakedly arrived, my fair lady."

         "Me naked almost always brings you into a smile. How better to disarm your solitary nature." She brushed her toes as she sat and swept her right arm quickly to her neck. "How is this?"

         A shear silk-like imagination covered only slightly as it was constructed as a not so modest see-through toy when Merlyn in a quick rattle of masculinity consciously desired a secret peek. Such are the wiles of Vivian, the once Lady of the Lake, the legendary and once Princess of Celtic Avalon.

         Merlyn dispatched his eyes inward from her sight not more than an arm's length away.

         Vivian watched in dread as Merlyn's dark pupils rose above and behind those magnificent human spiritual sockets. His face she herself almost mistook for being flesh borne. He was that close to her unnatural order of heart and mind and soul. This is Merlyn's magic, she knew. To change her rightfully ordered spiritual makeup in such a deep and profound way that she slipped and placed her soul last rather than the mid-point where it belonged. Merlyn has moved my soul by his very being.

         The mind, Reason's seat, is out of balance when placed nearest the less reasonable but more truly compassed heart. The soul, a sticky composition at times runs like marrow through the spiritual skeleton. It draws her mind one way while the heart draws her mind to opposition. Who wins in such a warring-like field? The ghost has no chance but to howl as if a wolf crying to the pale moon.

         Merlyn with the greatest of insight, rolls his eyeballs about and drains his black pupils into ink molded to letters and words and paragraphs and punctuation so that Vivian his most passionate love may read and witness him in two dimensions rather than his spiritual one. To read Merlyn one on one takes great care between heart and mind and thus Vivian, after the shortest of time finds herself more wholly together in spirit and the two specters flew wrapped as clasped hands towards their ancestral mother, Glevema, who was expecting them. She stood by her grandfather, Panagiotakis, the oldest of human shamans in HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither. No human had deeper human insight than old Takis himself.

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Notes - Really? / Sleep well

         After noon. You finished your exercises after a delightfully warm bath. The newspapers are caught up from Friday on and you were excited to read the good review on the 2013 Accord in the new Consumer's Report.

         1221 hours. I almost took a nap after the exercises, lay on the bed face up and drifted for a half hour or so. Not really like me this time of day. It is rather pleasant sitting here in the black bedroom lounge chair looking out at the bare north woody area embedded from the banks of Muddy Creek, particularly so with crisp white snow from yesterday on the ground and a bright blue winter sky above. It is a very nice setting in which to cross one's legs with a laptop actually on my lap and a small pillow behind my head. Plus, no traveling for a couple of weeks, at least I don't think so.

         1425 hours. Lunch from the kitchen for a change; ham and cheese, spicy mustard, six bread and butter pickles on a piece of multigrain. Good stuff. Carol is checking her email after quite a length of time reading The Drop, a Harry Bosch novel by Mike Conley. Our driveway has the King's son, Ben's car sitting in it, as he does not know we returned home yesterday. (When we are not here we ask them to use it so it looks more like someone is home; at least to strangers.) So far, we haven't needed it, come suppertime though I am off to pick up our favorite, a large Papa John's special, half veggie and half works. He'll have to move it if he is still here.

         Jadah is resting in her 'travel house' that is sitting under the front window next to the heating duct. The warm air rolls right in for immediate short hair cat's winter comfort. Many colorful varieties of birds are coming around now that the snow is here; your favorites are the cardinals. Still, you have a quiet Sunday afternoon. - Amorella

         Carol just came in and remarked that it has been a nice day to sit around and relax, but she added that if Ben hasn't moved the car by suppertime I'm to call him so I can pick up the pizza. We are obviously on the same wavelength this afternoon.

         Where does that "wavelength" come from boy? You are using it as a form of mind reading or telepathy. - Amorella

         I assume it is old radio jargon meaning radio wave frequency, Amorella. I don't really think of it as either mind reading or telepathy. We are just "in sync" that's all.

         I meant for you to look it up, boy, not tell me what you assume. - Amorella

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wavelength - noun

1 Physics the distance between successive crests of a wave, esp. points in a sound wave or electromagnetic wave. (Symbol: λ )

• this distance as a distinctive feature of radio waves from a transmitter.

2 a person's ideas and way of thinking, esp. as it affects their ability to communicate with others: when we met we hit it off immediately—we're on the same wavelength .

From: Oxford-American software

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         I was using the word properly.

         So, the question is, boy, what is your or her transmitter, as one of you has to be the receiver if you are communicating, right? - Amorella

         I have no idea especially since there was no body language. We were in different rooms. I don't know. Thought synchronization comes to mind. The environment must be the key for thought synchronization. This doesn't answer the question as to what the 'transmitter' is or the 'receiver'. I guess this would fit into the variables of telepathy. I found this online:

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ar X iv :0 70 7. 15 27 v2 [ qu an t-p h] 2 9 J ul 20 09 SBMF 2008

Programming Telepathy: Implementing Quantum Non-locality Games Anya Tafliovich1 ,2 Computer Science University of Toronto, Toronto, Canada

Eric C. R. Hehner3 Computer Science University of Toronto, Toronto, Canada

Abstract Quantum pseudo-telepathy is an intriguing phenomenon which results from the application of quantum information theory to communication complexity.

To demonstrate this phenomenon researchers in the field of quantum communication complexity devised a number of quantum non-locality games.

The setting of these games is as follows: the players are separated so that no communication between them is possible and are given a certain computational task.

When the players have access to a quantum resource called entanglement, they can accomplish the task: something that is impossible in a classical setting.

To an observer who is unfamiliar with the laws of quantum mechanics it seems that the players employ some sort of telepathy; that is, they somehow exchange information without sharing a communication channel.

This paper provides a formal framework for specifying, implementing, and analysing quantum non-locality games.

Keywords: Quantum computing, quantum non-locality, pseudo-telepathy games, formal verification, formal methods of software design, logic of programming

This work is in part supported by NSERC 2 Email: anya@cs.toronto.edu 3 Email: hehner@cs.toronto.edu

This paper is electronically published in Electronic Notes in Theoretical Computer Science URL: www.elsevier.nl/locate/entcs

[Sentences separated for my clarity.]

From: 

http://www.researchgate.net/publication/1898075_Programming_Telepathy_Implementing_Quantum_Non-Locality_Games

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         You have returned to a premise we are already using in the Merlyn books. - Amorella

        I know, but perhaps there is something to it in real life also.

        Really? Post orndorff and take a break. - Amorella

        2046 hours. The pizza was delicious as always. We love our Papa John's. Ben had left an hour or so before supper, that is he pulled the car for street parking. I'm sure he had no clue we were home as we were to arrive about a half hour after he had moved the car. We watched the news and an hour or so of House Hunting International (in Naples, Italy) and Extreme Homes, both on the Home and Garden cable channel. Very relaxing day all in all.

         What about Dead-8? - Amorella

         I can take only so much esoteric lovemaking.

         Reads too fancy fictional for you, huh? - Amorella

         People think of the soul as a solitary feature not two souls bound in a ring the size of Saturn.

         Where is your solitary soul, boy? What is its environmental landscape (so to speak)? - Amorella

         I have no idea where it is. Heartansoulanmind is not always one unit, that's my personal 'intuitive' response. Heart is usually around, that is I respond to or from my heart (at least to myself). My mind sometimes is elsewhere, and I think my soul is sometimes also elsewhere. That's my inner sense of it since you ask. I don't think my soul as actually as attached as mindanheart. In fact, I am thinking about that nibble on the bottom of the washer on the bottom of the string I held by my right forefinger and thumb. It wouldn't surprise me if my soul was doing the tugging. It certainly wasn't my mind or heart. The mind might be a hinged attachment of sorts whereas figuratively speaking the soul can be pulled up and detached from the heartansoulanmind gate. I can't imagine a soul sticking around like a shadow all the time anyway.

         I thought the premise in the books is that the soul holds and protects the heartanmind. - Amorella

         In the books, yes, but in real life I think the soul can come and go at will. When people look for it or to it a shadow of soul appears but in the noonday sun the shadow does not exist. Inwardly noonday comes and goes around here. So, where the soul goes I have no clue. People are 'attached' physically and reasonable people assume they are 'attached' mentally too. I think the soul leaves but I have no idea where it goes or why. I would not be shocked to find this statement is actually true. No one knows, Amorella. That's the crux of it.

         You however are real, real enough to write me the books and to question me and so forth. You need not be more real than that, so to me, you are not, nor do you need to be from my perspective.

         I, like you say of your soul, am indeed unattached, boy. Do you deny this?  - Amorella

         No. (This is a trick.) I believe you are unattached. I see this is a trick. I was going to deny I believe anything and you throw me a loop where I 'automatically' think the statement,  'I believe you are unattached.' I wanted to change this thought immediately to "I feel you are unattached," but that would not be honest.

         I have to return to "I really don't know much of anything, Amorella." I have no choice but to be honest, deeply so, I have even less choice.

         You see the humor here, the less choice you have in such a contextual environment; the more human you appear. - Amorella

         I cannot help but love the dark, dark humor you present me here. (2126)

         Now, think of this dark, dark humor as the shadow of your soul because it is not high noon, boy, not for you at least not now. Post. Sleep well, my young friend. - Amorella

Notes - Good night, Amorella

         You, Carol and Jadah the Cat arrived home this afternoon after a First Watch breakfast near Kim and Paul's at University Heights. You stopped to see Mary Lou for lunch at Panera on Maxtown Road north of old Westerville. Then an errand for Kim and Paul before heading south to Mason. You watched the news and had a peanut butter snack supper, spent time putting everything in order as you will be doing no more traveling until a trip to Columbus (Chuck-E-Cheese) for Owen's third birthday. You will also bring home Ellie the Cat who will stay with you for a couple of months while Kim and Paul attempt to show their house (to sell next summer).

         2148 hours. It has been a long but fun day. And, a surprise when we arrived home (after Mason received another four inches of snow earlier today. My former student (now a teacher himself) Jared Lewis, whose mother lives next door to us, used the snow blower to clean our driveway as well as his mother's. Very nice. I'll have to give him a call to thank him. Tim King, our neighbor on the other side said he saw Jared really working as there was ice on the bottom layer. I didn't want to do the driveway today, as I was tired from the drive. I never knew Mason got four more inches either until I saw it on the news. We have great neighbors and have lived here going on 21 years. Wonderful little community (MI subdivision) near downtown Mason. Nearest other neighborhood holds the Dead resting in Rose Hill Cemetery. They remain a bit quieter than we do.

         You mean no offence but your sensitivity to politeness and respect forces me to mention it before you concern yourself enough to erase all this due to social awkwardness and embarrassment. - Amorella

         I accept the way I am. This is an awkward world in which to find myself.

         That put a stop to you. - Amorella

         I don't know what else to say. Surely there are other people in the world who find this planet Earth an awkward place to find themselves?

         Good place to stop and post. Good night, orndorff. - Amorella

         Good night, Amorella. (I am reminded of two NBC broadcasters who ended their show something similar to this back in the 1960's; but I forget their names) . . . Huntley and Brinkley, I think.

Notes - quantifying spiritual energy? /

       Mid-morning. You are at Honda Motorcars on Mayfield waiting for Kim's car to have tire rotation and an oil/filter change. Kim called and you also have an errand to run to Home Depot on Severance (off Taylor) before returning. You would like to work on Dead-8, let's see what we have.

         I didn't even have it in a document. Took me a second or so to realize it was done in the notes.

         You did not panic but what went through your mind deserves an explanation. Your thoughts are in the brackets.

         [I did do this. I think. I lost it. I did something. I don't remember doing this document. . . . I did do something. Notes. It is in the notes.]

         It is tiring just to see this in print.

         That is because of deeper energy used. - Amorella

         Surely deeper energy is not 'spiritual' energy. I don't even know what spiritual energy is. I don't even know where the concept comes from. I just made it up [in this context] in the moment. Is this a concept I can use? If so, how do I explain it so it sounds reasonable in a fiction? First, I have info from Wikipedia Offline as I need a place to begin.

         Place what you have then I will edit to the essentials for you to work with. - Amorella

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Energy (esotericism)

The term energy has been widely used by writers and practitioners of various esoteric forms of spirituality and alternative medicine to refer to a variety of phenomena. Such "energy" is often seen as a continuum that unites body and mind. The term "energy" also has a scientific context, and the scientific foundations of "physical energy" are often confused or misused to justify a connection to a scientific basis for physical manifestations, properties, delectability or sensing of "psychic energy" and other physic phenomenon where no presently known scientific basis exists.

History and metaphysics

Various distinct cultural and religious traditions postulate the existence of esoteric energies, usually as a type of élan vital - an essence, which differentiates living from non-living objects.

A number of New Age spiritual practices and alternative medicine modalities rely upon such ideas, without the more spiritual or mystical elements of traditional beliefs. Instead, they focus on the perception and manipulation of subtle experiences in the body, usually in the belief that conscious attention to the body's state will draw vital energy to the body, producing physical, psychological, and in some cases spiritual benefits.

Energy in alternative medicine

The approaches known collectively as "energy therapies" vary widely in philosophy, approach, and origin. The ways in which this energy is used, modified, or manipulated to effect healing also vary.

Theories of spiritual energy not validated by the scientific method are usually termed non-empirical beliefs by the scientific community. Claims related to energy therapies are most often anecdotal, rather than being based on repeatable empirical evidence.

Vitalism and spirituality in the age of electricity

The successes of the era of the Enlightenment in the treatment of energy in natural science were intimately bound up with attempts to study the energies of life, as when Luigi Galvani's neurological investigations led to the development of the Voltaic cell. Many scientists continued to think that living organisms must be constituted of special materials subject to special forces, a view which became known as vitalism. Mesmer, for example, sought an animal magnetism that was unique to life.

As microbiologists studied embryology and developmental biology, particularly before the discovery of genes, a variety of organisational forces were posited to account for the observations.

The attempt to associate additional energetic properties with life has been all but abandoned in modern research science.

Parapsychology

These pages do not cover all of parapsychology, but only those that are concerned with some "energy". Some effects studied in that discipline, such as telepathy and dowsing at a distance, are by nature attempting to go beyond normal time-space, so these are excluded.

Chinese vitalism

The traditional explanation of acupuncture states that it works by manipulating the circulation of qi energy through a network of meridians . . .. However the idea of qi is not confined to medicine, as it appears throughout traditional East Asian culture, for example, in the art of Feng Shui, in Chinese martial arts and spiritual tracts.

Sir John Woodroffe used the term cosmic energy to denote Shakiti in his English translations of the Hindu Tantric texts of the Hindu philosophy known as Kashmir Shaivism.

Subtle body - the Etheric Body and Astral Body in Hinduism and Theosophy.

Selected and edited from Wikipedia Offline: Energy (esotericism)

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         1216 hours. Home from errands. With the editing it still seems like there is a lot of 'stuff' in here really plausible in the Merlyn books.

         Where is your mind, boy? - Amorella

         I don't want to get into all this. I thought you were going to edit this down to a paragraph or so. I wasn't thinking about any of this in terms of spiritual energy. Is there such a thing as spiritual passion? Though, I don't really like that phrase either. Why don't I know the specific words I want to use?

         The specific words you are looking for 'deeper energy' in context, for lack of a better phrase; do not exist which is the reason I chose to use them. - Amorella

         1249 hours. I have no idea, Amorella. I just really hate being in this quandary. No words. Yet, there should be words that I can work with. 'Deeper spiritual energy' needs to be quantified. What is the difference [in my thinking] between spiritual energy and deeper spiritual energy? Let Merlyn come up with something. He has to know what I am talking about.

         Kim and Carol are stopping their boxing work for getting the house ready to show, hopefully to sell or at least to rent for a year (beginning next summer). You snacked on a couple handfuls of Planter's Dry Roasted Peanuts and are not hungry. They are going to Panera. Take a break until they leave, then Merlyn can do some talking. - Amorella

         Orndorff, take physical out of the equation. Without a physical body more spiritual ebullience [exuberance] exists not less. Use ebullience to quantify; having a buoyant and lively (spiritual-like) curiosity.

         Actually, this previous paragraph is a truer direction in desiring to name human states of being even as a spirit or ghost.  (1328)

         Post. - Amorella

Note from Aunt Ruthie

         Mid-morning. You are at the McDonalds at the corner of Weller and Montgomery Roads waiting for Carol who has the usual yearly one to two hour tests at Bethesda North Hospital. Yesterday you spent part of the time working on old photographs and talked to Aunt Ruthie. She and Aunt Patsy are the only ones left to identify older family members.

         I really need to get cracking on this. I found some more old photos but I have another two large boxes to go through and there may be more in the basement.

         Here is Aunt Ruthie's note:

Hi -

Grandma Schick (your Grandmother) was born around Cheshire. None of that is there anymore.  Give me a little time and I will get the information.  I know she was around old Africa Road, but not sure just where. - I'll get in touch with Glenna Gooding (Aunt Betty's daughter - my cousin who married Kenny Zarbaugh, retired coach at Otterbein) and find out the particulars. - Glenna still lives in Lewis Center and one of her daughters lives in Aunt Betty's old house on Lewis Center Road.  Glenna and Kenny built their house right next door  many years ago and they still live there. -  Tony and I went to their 60th wedding anniversary get together at their daughter's in Westerville (although Linda and Paul live in Delaware County) sometime in August.  It was small because Kenny has not been too well, but Dr. Bill and Sheila were there. - A nice family get together.

I'll be in touch. - We are leaving for Florida on Friday or Saturday depending on the weather, but I will have my laptop down there. -  We stopped in to see Cathy and Tod (at Karen's this year) on Christmas day and she did tell me just a little about Paul, but nothing other than he might end up in Marion.  Anyhow I'll get back to you shortly.

Hugs,

A. Ruthie

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         Time for an early bed. Busy day. Owen is still up showing Thomas the Train Engine on your iPad. Tomorrow you are to the Honda dealer to get Kim an oil change. Post. Amorella

         We had a good meal at Brennan's Colony for supper. Everyone is tired but Owen. Everybody. 

Notes - Christmas and the Dead / Intro of Dead-8

        You are lacking words so I will begin. Carol made a side salad, ham, mash potatoes and peas for Christmas lunch. You enjoyed it very much. No need for extras when you could have a second helping of three of your favorite foods served together.

         Lunch was very good; we hardly ever have this combination. I imagine we will have ice cream bars for dessert. It has been a lazy day. Earlier we took a local drive to see what was open, not much - two drug stores and a Chinese eat in/carry out. We used the car seat heaters for the forty some minutes about town. We love heated seats this time of year. It feels like the calm before a storm but I think it is supposed to hit the Dayton and Columbus area more than Cincinnati. Time will tell. The storm center says 3 to 6 inches but I say no more than 2. We'll see. Presently I am warm and full and rather indifferent to the Living and the Dead. Perhaps an interest (curiosity) will arise later. Tomorrow we may venture to a story looking to sell artificial Christmas trees with built in lights. Some have them in their living room window bare but for the bright little lights, still they look appropriate. If the grandkids were here we would have set things for display.

         Added excitement Carol just found a photograph she has been looking for, an 'official' picture of her father with Henry Cabot Lodge, Ladybird and LBJ. Very cool. There are a couple others she is still looking for, one with her dad and LBJ around that large oval table (Asian affairs), and another with Nixon. We are quite proud of her father and we have lots of pictures to go through for the whole family (generations on both sides from the forties through nineties). Time in our lives to gather these up for sharing with rest of famly as well as next generations. Someone will be interested in the genealogy, at least we hope so. We have some from Paul's family but they are mostly the last two generation and a few from Korea and back. It is my responsibility to see all is passed on, I promised Aunt Floy I would by carrying on with her work. Aunt Ernie (Uncle John's wife and Carol's Aunt) did a lot of work also. I am not sure who she left it to but I would like to make sure I have the Hammond side up to date. Aunt Ernie's work was interesting as she was French Protestant and traced her family back through the sixteenth century.

         Good day to dig through old photographs, boy. Post. Later, Amorella

          Bringing home the Dead for Christmas. Very cool. 

          I've heard of such stories through your memories. From Halloween to Christmas they room until home for the Holiday. Sound familiar?  - Amorella

          It does. No doubt I brought these up during Anglo-Saxon and Medieval literature. I had forgotten . I had a really good time during my lectures. I hope my students did too. I loved to through out things most of them did not know and would not if I didn't sprinkle such stories in with the literature. I have to thank Dr. Hancock for that. He knew how to brighten history. 

         You and Carol dug through one box and part way through another viewing lots of photos of forgotten memories. You both had a good time as most of the memories are shared.

         I have a shoebox for special family photos to eventually scan to place in the Reunion software. One point about that old Celtic story of the Dead roaming until a Christmas reunion at the dinner table I do not get; some have never left. Just this morning I was looking out the front window towards the leafless trees and I saw my father's face flash within the space of several branches. Just long enough for me to recognize who it was. It was not a ghost but the particular shapes and lights and darks jarred a memory of my father, so that's who I saw. The jump was from the unconscious or subconscious to the conscious mind. The point, Dad was being thought about even though I did not know it consciously. When the human mind can play tricks like this what need is there of a real ghost? (2101)

         Why don't we begin Dead-8 right here, right now? Merlyn has Vivian heavy in his heart. You know how it is to be thinking of someone you love who is not nearby. Nearly everyone has had such feelings, some can be quite powerful emotionally because the 'attachment' feels so close in the heart while so faraway in the mind. This is Merlyn's setting as he sit in his small leather boat, the curragh near the west embankment of the river. - Amorella

The Dead - 8

            Trees and shrubs line both sides of this river, a river not so much deep as wide while at the same time a river not so much wide as deep. This so I Merlyn think. It depends on the angle of my view and the width of my mind. The narrower the view is the deeper the water. When my heart feels Vivian within; another heartansoulanmind relaxing peacefully asleep in my heart, then the deeper I can sink into her own. There is a magnetic-like spiritual energy that is drawn into us. The mind becomes one eye and the heart the other. As two eyes add the depth of perception the mind eye and the heart eye also adds a perception, a reality from which love is but an echo to the actual reality.

            This one actual reality hangs in another setting more dressed by a rarefied intuitive perception that has little imaginary dressing. This begotten energy is a passion that has no muscle memory of sexual politics dancing in unwinding toy spools of unaddressed innuendos. Contentment is being nothing and all. Nothing and all is no more the depth of this water and width of this river on which I rest in a small boat of my own making. Such is the contentment in the twinning of our like souls; whose single ring would shame the size of Saturn, that I wait to see whose soul next we two, Vivian and I do touch. We are bound in the cosmos of HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither and HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither is bound within the cosmos of the spiritual we. 

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         2205 hours. I am not sure that I am here or there, but I do catch the drift of how it is for Merlyn and Vivian to be as they are when both see the fit together. Not that much different than love with spouse or lover in memory or no -- it is better nothing be remembered when in such togetherness than nothing be remembered at all.

         Don't get carried away with romantic imagination boy, there is no such thing in Merlyn's present lines, that is the point. Post. - Amorella

         Thank you for leading into such a setting, Amorella. It took me a while to follow into your lead. (2210)