March
comes in as a lazy old lion, boy. In the past, in the twentieth century in
particular, March was a depressing month to you for two reasons: one, Julius
Caesar was assassinated by his friends; and two, you normally were teaching selections
of Paradise Lost. Is this not true? - Amorella
It
is true, and to remind me on another gloomy day. The darkness comes as caves of
clouds into my mind. I had to fight off the inner sadness, the imperfection of
the world as it is. Eventually I would rise up and win. I forced the sadness
out not as with Eve and Adam being lead out of Eden, but with that Angel's
sword bright as it was, turned to the light of dark humor and my friend,
Steve's, immortal words to me as we entered Westerville High School as Freshman
for the first time: "Cheer up, things are bound to get worse." That's
the way I remember it whether the memory is exact or not is unimportant to me; there
was/is a truth to it.
Such a paragraph eked out by a seventy year
old man who still feels he is more fiction than not. - Amorella
It
is humor that just me through that cloak of a paragraph to begin March,
Amorella
So it did, boy. Post. - Amorella
I
am reluctant because this seems too trivial in my mind.
It is not however trivial in your heartansoul,
that is a lesson for you to think on today. Now post, boy. - Amorella
I
sense anger; and I back away a few steps, Amorella. I bow my head honorably,
but I stand as I am.
You have no choice, boy. Let that be a
further lesson. - Amorella
I
have no regrets being in here; I am not the one angry. So, a few more steps
back. It is passed time for me to post.
Theatre, orndorff. You would hate to be on
the stage alone, yet you create a little one right here in your head. -
Amorella
It
is my humanity that creates the little stage, Amorella. It cannot be helped and
I will not deny the dark humor from which it is built. Were I to deny this humor
I would deny my existence.
More existential drama, another scene no
doubt. - Amorella
Then,
no more, now, feeling even more foolish, I post.
Late
afternoon. You are at the far north end of the Pine Hill Lakes Park, setting
southeast for a change looking at the various browns and grays of Muddy Creek
valley and the naked woods rising on both sides. No shoots of spring yet. Carol
is on page 407 of The Jefferson Key and you are beginning to wonder on Pouch
13. - Amorella
I
have the document all ready to go with notes on an analogy of how people like
their automobiles compared with how the marsupial humanoids like their Family
Services also notes on Asimov's Rules of Robotics (about 20 pages worth). I
suppose the two will go hand in hand in some kind of explanation to the humans.
It would be better to go the other way
around. Let the Earthlings do the asking. We don't want lecturing from the
Marsupial Humanoids. Nobody likes being lectured at, boy. - Amorella
If
you were around as "the Soki"
like in the first three books it would be easier. This changes the perspective.
I didn't even miss "the Soki"
until now.
That shows how unimportant sheanhe is this
time around. - Amorella
What
about the Supervisor, SheanHe are
already in the book? This also changes the story when in book three Diplomat
has her 'research/investigation' showing and attempting to prove the Soki and the tiny alien are one in
the same.
Let's take a look at that. - Amorella
1656
hours. It is in Pouch Text Six, Merlyn's Mind. Seven-year old and quite
opinionated Diplomat Burroughs states her 'thesis'. She is speaking to the
little alien creature inside the writer's (Richard Orndorff) brain who is doing
the actual writing, i.e. Amorella.
***
Alien Evidence: The Research Begins
By Diplomat Burroughs
Hello.
You think you [tiny alien/(Amorella)] know who I am, but you do not. You think
I am a fictional character in a book or two. I am more than that and I will
attempt to show you this through a re-reading of the text of this book. By
doing this I am also attempting to show the invisible world, the metaphysical
world does indeed exist. Also, the point of entry and the true focus of this
personal project is the place in the human and marsupial mind where science and
philosophy touch, barely, but they do touch. The touching is as by an
electrical spark that generates a light in the head. This is an intuitive light
that flickers on and off. The electrical spark, as it were, is the marsupial
and human spirit. This is the same in both our species, but as the spark makes
itself known from the mind to the brain, which is physical (that is
bio-chemical) it changes in the process. This is because biology is destiny.
Survival
is a brain activity. It must be by necessity. The brain operates the body so
that it may survive encased as it were, in a space suit of sorts. In order for
the brain to operate on two levels at once it must be conscious of one, of
survival, and unconscious of the other. Sometimes, in dreams that both
marsupials and humans have there are concepts and ideas that seem to come from
out of the blue, but they are out of the unconscious mind instead. The
unconscious mind, for this paper, operates on a different, more metaphysical
level. It must do this for the spark to ignite between what was one time called
‘heaven and earth.’
Now,
you don’t have to agree with me. Many will not, I am making an argument that’s
all. This is not a debate in here. Many, who am I kidding, a hundred readers
maybe. More likely ten.
In
the present chapter there are signs of a turn-around [in theme] happening. The
engine appears to be switching tracks, but instead it is on a turn-around track
and will soon be heading back the same tracks it was on except this time
philosophy will be on the left and science will be on the right. I will show
you an example of what I mean from this chapter.
Diplomat
sat a moment toying with the small crystal salt and pepper shakers. Then she
picked them up, one in each hand. I will do this by announcing to Salt and
Pepper here, that like Friendly and like the Soki, I will not use an inordinate
amount of either Salt or Pepper, and I want to add a spice of my own to flavor
this dinner treat of words I am going to concoct.”
I am described as picking up the salt and
pepper shakers, but I did not capitalize them as I picked them up. Here is what
I thought at the time. ‘We use a lot of salt and pepper around here, and I want
more spices on the table. I am not eating words I am eating food that needs
some hot sauce of some kind. We don’t put flavorings on our dishes people can
flavor foods as they wish, but all we have on the table is salt and pepper.
That is it. I’m not concocting any words. I am not even thinking about
concocting any words at the time. I am still hungry, and food is on my mind.
What Friendly or the Soki is doing is
putting heranhis interpretation on the observation. I did not change because I
was observed, that is a fallacy, the observer changed me instead. The Soki
changed me through Friendly’s eyes. He did not change either. He had an
interpreter of the two realities, himself and me. He used someone else’s eyes,
in this case, Friendly’s.
This what I am
going to attempt to show, that the reader, in reading the printed words on the
page, is as the Soki, since he is doing the writing here. The reader is
observing me through the words and interpretations of an imagination that
cannot exist yet does. The words are his shadow, the writing on the wall. He
says he is as a balloon bobbing along with no strings attached. He can make a
cartoon-like face, but that is all. He does not claim to be alive, which he is
not. He claims he is not dead either, which stands to reason if he never was
alive in the first place. He does present a point of view though. He says it is
his purpose in the books, to allow for perspectives not usually noticed. How
can something neither alive nor dead gives a perspective to a human being? It
can’t unless he is not a he or a she is an object, a balloon in this case.
Strings are attached, that is the point, and the string is the electric-like
spark that jumps between the Here and the Beyond.
I
will take up an example of this phenomenon in Chapter Seven, which will begin with my observations, for
argument’s sake, on Chapter Five of
this book, Pouch Text III. You know
you exist. I don’t know you exist. Both of us know about the Soki. – DB
***
From the conclusion of
orndorff's Chapter Six, Merlyn's Mind, "Pouch Text".
Continuing.Selected
from Chapter Seven: Diplomat thinks Friendly and O Richards are now writing the
books. O Richards is me of course.
***
. . . This [section] concludes Chapter Seven. I
decided to show my thesis and surrounding concepts for eventual proof in
dialogue rather than bore you with a dissertation. When Daddy-Y responded as he
did (as I was almost positive he would) I realized I am on the right track.
Alien Evidence: Research Focus
I will attempt to prove, solely through
the writings in the three books by Friendly written under the cover name of O.
Richards, that the Soki (which I have
decided to re-italicize) is as an alien mediator brought from the invisibly
metaphysical and Philosophical Realm of the universe into the book to literally
and figuratively help bring together two multi-dimensional alien species
with built in consciousnesses (marsupial and human) in the physical Scientific
Realm of the known and potentially knowable universe.
This promotion of first contact is through a written and
somewhat coded communication, and it is to promote the further hybridization
and scattering of the seed of like intelligent consciousness around the galaxy.
*
[the Soki adds an aside to the reader /Diplomat cannot see the Soki's words]
The Soki,
is (as Mother and Father Nature might put it) a bee keeper, a pollinator
personified, an invisible building block of the universe secretly sent to help
insure that these first of a kind, three book communications are not lost in
translation.
**
[Diplomat continues]
The
next chapter [eight] I will cover the first five chapters of book three by working the
writing process engine back up the tracks. Chapters Nine and Ten will cover
book two among other things, and Chapters Eleven and Twelve will cover book one
with room left for a conclusion. Then, I will return the reins of the keyboard
to Friendly and the Soki to write a
Rebuttal and/or an Epilogue on the three books. (Friendly may add or delete
whatever she wants, wherever and whenever she wants, since these are her books,
and she is doing me a great favor by allowing me a place for this presentation
within the binding.) Bye for now. Love, DB
From: orndorff's
Merlyn's Mind, Chapter Seven, "Pouch Text conclusion".
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