Carol is at breakfast; you just had yours
and read the paper while eating. You brought up the floor pads to clean the
bathroom floors before doing much else. It is a cloudy day with a generous
dusting of snow on the ground. You are thinking about Dead 15 and wonder about
the set up. Later, dude. - Amorella
You
checked your email accounts and are waiting for the bathroom floors to dry.
And, just like that the sun comes out as a sky appears, appropriately, out of
the blue. - Amorella
0954 hours. Only momentarily does the sun appear. A few
lingering clouds. Wait, here is the sun again. Carol is still at breakfast I
hope to have everything put back (and dusted) by the time she arrives home. --
Just cleaned the rugs when Carol pulled in the driveway.
You have the exercises to do (as Carol is
readying to do hers). Merlyn will be alone in this Dead 14. No interruptions by
voices eager to appear. - Amorella
1009 hours. That makes me realize where the dialogues
are coming from -- all the voices in my head over the years -- I blame that on
the 'glitch' in the temporal lobe, I think the left lobe but who knows any
more.
It is your desire to use what you have, so I
have agreed many moons ago. Carol's to the basement runabout the treadstrap.
Time for you to get cracking, boy. - Amorella
1107 hours. I did complete my exercises, 32 minutes
worth. Now I'm ready for a nap. I should have had one earlier. What's Merlyn
thinking about?
Home and growing up, meeting Arthur, how the
stories tend on the fiction and dramatic, the real Lady of the Lake, the mist,
a sword rising, but angelic like, shining a light to see what is invisible. -
Amorella
That sounds interesting to me - so we have a new fiction
coming up on the Lady of the Lake.
The difference is this one is from Merlyn
the Bard of Scotland. - Amorella
Okay, I can handle this. The sword sounds like Michael's,
leading Milton's Adam and Eve out of Paradise.
Take a nap, gather your thoughts from memory
or the internet. Be cool, old man. Post. - Amorella
'Be cool', I haven't heard that in a long time.
Ha! I hear voices even when they are not there.
1458 hours. Lunch at Longhorn then
a stop at Kroger's for onions for Alta's turkey soup. It is a good week for it.
1600
hours. We are at Pine Hill Lakes Park, far north lot facing west under the
shade of a medium height pine though presently it is becoming more cloudy and
it is still cold at 31 degrees with the west wind quite brisk causing the flags
to be furling straight out.
Let's get to Merlyn. - Amorella
1726 hours. I have reached a stopping point because,
obviously, the words stopped flowing.
You have enough for the moment; this needs
to settle as it settled for Merlyn. Drop it in and post. - Amorella
***
The Dead 15 © 2013 rho - intro drafting
Merlyn
has the taste of honey and sunflower seeds on his tongue that isn’t; glancing
up he sees the sun is at mid-morning while a layer of fog sets about a foot off
the stream to his right. He turns right again for a good time walking away from
the water with the sun behind him, northwest from the hut out passed the Oak
and the ruins of an ancient theatre towards the great granite boulder, more
than half a grand Highland hill high by his estimation.
In
life I used to love walking the Scottish hills and woods enjoying the nature of
sounds along the path, thought Merlyn. The further from the stream he walked
the more a silence filled his mind of this morning's earlier fog which hugged
ever so close to the cool mountain running water rather than its soon
dissipation into the sunlight of his spirit, his heartansoulanmind.
A
lone billiard ball lay centered on the far cue point. The cue ball sat on the
nearer cue mark as Merlyn watched from the near end of the reduced green on
table due to the new acquiring dense fog. "What ball is this?" mumbled
Merlyn aloud. He comfortably sat down on a nearby stump, the closed to his
present location, about half way to the high granite hill. "Hill between
me and the Living," he grumbled, still talking between himself and an
important memory.
Merlyn
squinted his eyes, sifting through the now layering white mist in his mind and
the ball centered on the far side of the table. He whispered, like he was
hunting a "Solid red . . . 7 ball. Who might that be a-calling from my
heart?"
"It
is but a first memory, Merlyn, no one but you," said a woman's voice
though he fully understood it was his own. She continued quietly and assuredly,
"The fog tapped it forward."
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You had an ice cream bar for supper while
you and Carol watched "NCIS", tonight's "NBC News" and
"CSI" on the DVR. You have a seven ball staring at you from the
screen. Let's get back to Merlyn. - Amorella
I have described the number 7 ball in few words but I
need to read from Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte D'arthur.
** **
CHAPTER XXV
How Arthur by the mean of Merlin gat
Excalibur
his sword of the Lady of the Lake.
RIGHT SO
the king and he departed, and went unto an hermit that was a good man and a
great leech. So the hermit searched all his wounds and gave him good salves; so
the king was there three days, and then were his wounds well amended that he
might ride and go, and so departed. And as they rode, Arthur said, I have no
sword. No force, said Merlin, hereby is a sword that shall be yours, an I may.
So they rode till they came to a lake, the which
was a fair water and broad,
and in the midst of the lake Arthur was ware of an arm clothed in white samite,
that held a fair sword in that hand. Lo! said Merlin, yonder is that sword that
I spake of. With that they saw a damosel going upon the lake. What damosel is
that? said Arthur. That is the Lady of the Lake, said Merlin; and within that
lake is a rock, and therein is as fair a place as any on earth, and richly
beseen; and this damosel will come to you anon, and then speak ye fair to her
that she will give you that sword. Anon withal came the damosel unto Arthur,
and saluted him, and he her again. Damosel, said Arthur, what sword is that,
that yonder the arm holdeth above the water? I would it were mine, for I have
no sword. Sir Arthur, king, said the damosel, that sword is mine, and if ye
will give me a gift when I ask it you, ye shall have it. By my faith, said
Arthur, I will give you what gift ye will ask. Well! said the damosel, go ye
into yonder barge, and row yourself to the sword, and take it and the scabbard
with you, and I will ask my gift when I see my time. So Sir Arthur and Merlin
alighted and tied their horses to two trees, and so they went into the ship,
and when they came to the sword that the hand held, Sir Arthur took it up by
the handles, and took it with him, and the arm and the hand went under the
water.
Le Morte d'Arthur
** **
Now
I need a literary description of an Angelic sword.
** **
My Cov'nant in the Womans seed
renewd;
So send them forth, though
sorrowing, yet in peace:
And on the East side of the Garden
place,
Where entrance up from EDEN easiest
climbes,
Cherubic watch, and of a Sword the
flame
Wide waving, all approach farr off
to fright,
And guard all passage to the Tree of
Life:
Least Paradise a receptacle prove
To Spirits foule, and all my Trees
thir prey,
With whose stol'n Fruit Man once
more to delude.
Paradise Lost, Book X
** **
Find an image of a flaming sword or flames
created by William Blake. - Amorella
2152 hours. No need to go far. Blake's Milton inspired "Mirth" will
do for flame:
William Blake's "Mirth"
Now
an image of Excalibur. - Amorella
http://home.messiah.edu/~tp1180/excalibur.jpg
2211
hours. This is an interesting and a fun assignment. Below is the short
addition, the description of the 7 ball:
** **
Merlyn's
voice continued, "I see an almost perfectly round deep red, beautifully
polished granite ball with a circular ivory inlay and a glossy black onyx
number 7 centered and embedded within the ivory."
The Dead 15
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