Shortly after noon. You had your
exercises but it is too early for lunch. Carol had washed her hair and is
dressed. The winter sky is sunny, a reprieve from yesterday's clouds. You have
been thinking about Dead-9 and are curious in terms of direction The Dead is
going. Orndorff, if all the world thought like you we'd have a best seller on
our hands. - Amorella
I like these books. I like reading
them because I am never sure what is going to happen and I love the
interweaving of the stories because it adds, for me, much more in terms of
dimension of how life is, or rather, how life appears to me is. Being too much
'in life' does not allow the time to observe it. I like to think Nature and the
physics that goes along with it is as much as an experiment as our species, as
observers, is. First hand personal accounts of how it is in this particular
universe.
You are caught in an immediate conflict. What
you don't mean to suggest in the preceding sentence you suggest except you are
for present leaving G---D out of the equation.
Yes,
I denied this immediately but you are indeed correct after some thought. How do
you do this? How do you know this?
I observe your totality, orndorff,
heartansoulanmind, the unit, if you will. I am doing with your humanity what
you are attempting to do in your present thinking. Your memories, those you would take with you
in the books, are included in heartansoulanmind. You don't like the word
because it sounds too feminine and sissified to your gray-bearded manliness. -
Amorella
I would not be so honest but that
indeed slips in once in a while. I love the ideas of faeries and angels and
that sort, but 'real' men aren't suppose to enjoy such childish thoughts. Fortunately
for me I don't really deep down give a damn what people think. I don't care if
they can read my mind or not. These are private thoughts. If they weren't real
thoughts they wouldn't be out where I can read them myself. Such dark, dark
humor you continually present me in this experimental writing circumstance I
have created, i.e. blog and books.
You are freer seeing your thoughts than you
would be otherwise. I need you free, boy. Post - Amorella
I need you free, boy is as good a title as any. Use it. - Amorella
Mid-afternoon. You are waiting at
Hallmark for Carol to pick up birthday cards for Mary Lou and Owen; her own
birthday is coming up also. You just finished an excellent steak lunch at Longhorn;
you split the fresh salad, and an added treat, Jen gave you a Christmas card;
then mentioned the last time you had been in was before your Florida trip at
the end of November. You told Carol the last time you got a card from a
waitress was when you went to the Casino on Cleveland Avenue near Linden in the
Columbus north end, and Sophie gave you a card. The Casino was a favorite spot
in high school and through your college years.
Late
afternoon. You are at Pine Hill Lakes Park looking northeast for a change, at
the grass, trees and City of Mason water tower. Your head is blocking the sun
from hitting the screen, that is the point of the direction. Carol is on page
245 of Child's Worth Dying For; this evening you are having left over
Papa John's pizza and watching last night's new season of "Downton Abbey"
while you tape the news. Let's go to Dead-9. - Amorella
1700 hours. I did not expect such a
beginning and I, like Merlyn, am halted with an, "Oh." I did not
expect the Supervisor to be a part of this story. I don't remember having
HeranHim introduced before. I need to check. . . . I am wrong. Here is the
first reference in Dead-2:
***
Selected from Dead-2
I would rather enjoy these
Scottish trees and the flowering meadow. He observed the table and ball
dissolve as a wispy white cloud’s in an early morning mist.
Out
of the corner of mind's eye Merlyn witnessed another once appear from behind
the nearby giant oak.
You
did not hear the cue ball tap one of your solids, asked the Supervisor
of the Dead.
'I
did not. I thought I was alone.'
'I
put the solid burnt orange in the far right pocket.'
''What
unconscious thought of mine did you just put away?'
'The
Boatman,' evoked the Supervisor.
Merlyn
smiled in surprise and with more childhood energy than he realized, he
responded, 'I don't have to pay the Boatman?'
'You
pay, boy,' snapped at Merlyn's tabled mind. 'Everybody pays the Boatman, even
me, the Supervisor of the Dead.'
* * *
This
is the Nature of the Dead. Merlyn in a brighter awareness noticed the eight
ball now setting alone on the very center of the green-felted mind-slate. I
have no other balls, shuttered Merlyn, not even a cue ball to knock this
mother-in-the-meadow of an eight ball off center.
The
Supervisor being wise in forethought, dimpled as SheanHe sat on the fully
leafed gigantic oak limb hanging taut and strong, high above a young-spirited
Merlyn fully meadowed in his now vibrant passionate engine charging heartansoulanmind.
Merlyn said, “This, my human spirit, runs on a deeper gravitational energy than
love. I am hot in substance and now fully married as iron was to make steel.”
The
Supervisor of the Dead surmised, ‘Merlyn is as wound as any alarm clock in the
world of consciousness. Let him ring only when Necessity or the Boatman
demands it.’
***
It
is too much to remember, Amorella. You have already been introduced.
I play the character of the Supervisor, boy.
You know I am not the character. - Amorella
Yes. My error. I would not consciously
think otherwise. It was a slip of the fingers on the keyboard.
Add
what you have and post when you arrive home. Carol just said she was getting
cold. - Amorella
***
The Dead - 9 - draft
Merlyn
stood surprised to see Mother Glevema, Panagiotakis and Sophia, who had stubbed
her toe at her entrance to his sanctuary, standing beside Mother.
"Greetings, Mother, Takis and
Sophia. The first time I have ever seen you two together, the resemblance and a
mother and daughter separated by a multitude of generations has never been more
remarkable. Appearing the same age in spirit you are as the identical twins in
other stories from this Realm." Merlyn added politely, "I thought
this was a private matter between Mother and me Takis, but I can see by your
sagacious presence it is of more overriding importance."
"Indeed,"
replied Panagiotakis speaking to Merlyn as if Mother and a daughter were not
present. "You must speak to the Living about the First Rebellion to add
order and authenticity to the books. You visited in those days when the First
Rebellion began and know something of those times because you were witness in
the second nature of your spirit."
"Indeed
I was. I was given that privilege, by you I imagine."
"It
was by the Supervisor, Merlyn,"
interrupted Mother.
"Oh."
With this news presented as a fact at hand, Merlyn realized he was not the
Dead's choice to lead the return of the Dead to the Living; it never was. 215
words
***
The Dead - 9 continued
Merlyn's
mind moved quickly. How did the
Supervisor pull this off? That is my first question. Why does Mother tell me
not Takis? Why didn't Takis tell me? Surely he knew the truth? Mind quickly
moved to Heart's memory and a whispered circle of multiple ghosts in singly
themed thinking that have come to the attention of those ready to move on after
physical death.
Who am I? Why am I here? What shall I do
here? How much can I know and understand of my role and responsibility in this
Place of the Dead, Avalon.
In
general the Dead agreed on this substance: “We thought if we were not free in
life then we would be free in death but that is not the case in this Place. We
ruminate and find camaraderie through our personal identities, personalities
and interests. The human center is Our Mother, the first who was allowed in
this Place. She is our common point. We are equal citizens through our
ancestry. We have become a hive of sensibly silhouetted questions searching for
equally reasonable responses. What else can we do?”
Merlyn's
soul did not seek the answers to heartanmind questions. There is no need in a
Place unknown to Time and Space. The soul is as the gravity that draws
heartanmind within. The soul is a refuge from endless questions and equally
endless responses. A soul is here and now. Dazed, the fully Merlyn re-arrived.
Only Sophia stood within his sight. He asked, "How should I tell the
story, Sophia. You and I witnessed the First Rebellion. You were a leader. What
is important for the Living to know of something so very long ago?"
"It
was less than three thousand earth years ago." She drifted into a tranced
figure. The heartbeat of mature self-consciousness sounds the sunless spirit
room with no need of shade.
312 words - (more needed)
***
2323
hours. I am stuck, Amorella.
You are fine, to this place in the first draft. We will pick it
up tomorrow. Too late and you are too tired. Post. - Amorella
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