Mid-morning.
You are ready for another drive up I-71 to Columbus. You have been taking this
route since you returned from Brazil in 1972. Cold morning from what you hear
but you haven't been out in it like Carol has what with the paper and shoveling
the driveway last night and earlier this morning.
Amorella,
I have delved into my life since last night looking for an alien other than in
that hypnotic 'dream'. I have had untold 'presences' about, they are felt from
time to time but never seen. Sometimes I have even felt a light tapping on my
body when asleep and wake up assume it is the cat but no cat is around and
Carol is rolled up in covers sound asleep. Besides, I had 'light tappings';
usually on my legs or back or shoulders when I was a kid and growing up. Just
like the presences. I assume it is a nerve disorder of some kind. No harm from
it, sometimes it is playful like a "gotcha". Those don't qualify as
aliens.
What about in Minerva Park when you were
delivering papers one morning, a cut on the path across the bridge and through
the woods to Minerva Lake Road at the lake's eastern edge. You saw something. -
Amorella
I
knew it. I didn't really see anything Amorella. Again it was like a presence of
sorts but something was there beside the path next to the woods. It could have
been a homeless person asleep in the woods and I woke him up. I don't know. I
thought of a 'alien' at the time and can remember looking up into that dark
morning sky for a quick glance for a 'flying saucer'. I was probably twelve and
had a pretty vivid imagination. I was frightened but keep on walking, probably
thinking of the line "though I walk through the shadow of death."
That sounds about right. I didn't meet anyone though. That's wasn't really an
'alien' encounter. No aliens, Amorella.
You got me there, boy. My error. Post. -
Amorella
That's
a first.
Enjoy your drive, my friend. - Amorella
Thank you.
You
had lunch at Wind Chimes Chinese on Frantz Road in Dublin and have about an
hour before you meet Carol and Mary Lou and Macy's at Polaris. Presently you
are sitting in Barnes and Noble at the same shopping centre. You discovered an
email from Doug earlier today. Drop it in as I have a comment. - Amorella
** **
Dick, Thanks for the
memories and mention in your blog. I built two different cloud chambers. The
first was quite simple but worked well. The second had a huge secondhand war
magnet mounted on it (so it would bend the tracks so you could tell positrons (anti-matter
electrons) from betas (electrons). It was also pressurized so the tracks would
show up better. Always had a great time experimenting with them and
occasionally I would see a cosmic ray pass thru the chamber. I had a camera
mounted on it also and took pictures of the tracks. I think the story goes that
the first cloud chamber was inspired by a physicist watching the bubbles in his
beer glass.
Doug
** **
Doug was focused and determined in his cloud
chamber projects and you enjoyed seeing him focused and determined. It is a
strong character trait that both of you and your friend Robert exhibit. It is a
character trait that carries through in death too, at least in these books.
Traits are a part of character and personality. Traits such as this are built
in as far as the books go; genetics are a form of predestination for everyone.
Being born adds to this form of predestination. After than one survives with
what sheorhe has to survive. This
is true for all such species of higher consciousness. This is a rule. The rules
of Nature encompass both the Living and the Dead (in these books). Rules, not
laws of Nature exist. This is understood within the framework of being born and
surviving. The world is easier to accept with this understanding. This is one
of the reasons many people are surprised when something is discovered or
completed when the discovery is thought impossible within the framework of
reason. Imagination allows for rules to be bent. Imagination allows for people
to survive, hope is derived from imagination first. That's how it plays in the
books.
I can more easily accept things in
imagination first, before I can accept them in reason. (1435)
1502
hours. I was supposed to meet the girls at three. I'm here; I have been here
for five minutes. Mary Lou's car is here on the west Macy's parking lot. Such
is the world.
Carol just called and said they are coming
out. Indeed, such is the world. - Amorella
You are at Kroger's
on King's Mill Road getting a few groceries since you are to have a few inches
of snow tomorrow.
1646 hours. I would like to work on
Pouch 11.
Let's get started with what you already
have. - Amorella
I suddenly remembered I had not
dropped the wheels before shutting off the engine at the conclusion of Pouch
10.
You corrected it. (Correct it online and in
other docs when convenient.) Let's move on. - Amorella
I can't believe I just thought of
that.
You have four hundred and seventy-three
words. Let's stop, as it is almost time for the news. Drop in what we have and
post. - Amorella
***
Diplomatic Pouch 11 opening draft
Walking
around from what appeared to be a curtain, Yermey came into view about five
yards in front of the Cessna. He waved and smiled. Then he jumped up and down on
the earth a couple of times and said, "The floor is solid; it will be fine."
"It
looks like grass, like a grass runway," said Pyl as she opened the door.
Blake was right behind her. Friendly followed, then Hartolite and Justin. Pyl
put her hand down and touched the grass. "It is real grass . . . and
dirt."
Blake
grumbled, "I don't remember putting the wheels down. I had just put them
up."
"Where
are we?" said Justin as if it were a statement.
Yermey
reached out with good will and shook Pyl's hand first. "Welcome to our
abode."
"This
is a giant hanger with grass growing in it," declared Blake, "I'll be
damned if it isn't. How'd we get here? I don't remember landing."
"I
think we have been abducted by aliens," asserted Justin. "I think
things are not as they seem."
"You
are not abducted, though it may seem that way," replied Friendly. "We
need to talk, and this is the safest place."
"For
you, maybe," charged Justin. "Where are the windows?"
Pyl
in restrained anguish responded, "Calm down," Justin."
Blake
directed his question to Hartolite, "Are we really abducted Carlson?"
"No,
you are not. My real name is Hartolite not Carlson."
"Why
the deception?" retorted Justin in growing anger, focused in part on Pyl's
comment to calm down.
"First,
let's show you where you are," said Yermey politely.
Looking
at Pyl for a comeback, Justin quietly bemoaned, "They are probably going
to gut us and have us for dinner. That's the best outcome I can think of."
Friendly
smiled towards Pyl. "Yermey put real dirt on the floor," she said,
"this is real earth grass because we want you to feel comfortable. You are
our guests and you will be treated well."
"Not
well cooked," noted Yermey, then he quipped with a fun face, "We are
not cannibals."
"We
hold the same virtues you do," said Hartolite. "This is why we are
here."
"Let's
go over to your apartment if you choose to stay aboard; otherwise this will be
a short stay. You are not going to be harmed in any way. If after we explain
and respond to your questions you will be allowed to return to your Cessna and
will see to it that you will be loosed into the air with everything
functioning, to land at Burke which is only a mile or two away."
"Are
you going to take our memories away?" asked Justin in a slight but direct
voice.
"No
need," said Yermey. "This is not science fiction. No one will believe
you if you tell what you are experiencing here. Why would they?" 473
words
***
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