Suppertime. Most are watching the news; you
are in the dining room where you can see the screen. Everyone arrived yesterday
afternoon; you had dinner at McAdoo's Seafood Company, which is enclosed in the
old U.S. Post Office in New Braunfels, Texas. Today the eight of you drove to San
Antonio for the famed River Walk and Alamo. Tomorrow, the LBJ Presidential Library
is one point of interest and the Johnson Ranch is the other.
You
and several others watched an episode of "Big Bang Theory". Now
several are watching a basketball game between Michigan and Louisville. You
want to work on The Dead 17 so let's get to it. - Amorella
2116
hours. I have 180 words from the research on the flight. This content appears
strange in that I don't know where Merlyn is going with it. I do have an
understanding of what Merlyn is thinking though.
Later, dude. Drop in what you have and post.
- Amorella
***
The Dead 17 ©2013, rho - draft
The
observer changes what is observed, thought Merlyn as sat facing south toward
the meadow of ragged robin and white foxglove from the stage ruins in his
sanctuary. He groused, "I am watched and even read." How does this entanglement
in spirit change me?
I
can only read my own mind through it as a measuring device. I measure the human
heart through my own first, and I measure my soul through my intuition of the
conditional aspects of what others and myself consider the soul to be. These
are as rays of light filtered through a deepened, dark-bottomed water-like
consciousness, which rises or sinks as an alter ego, a presence of my own
making forever without a mirrored reflection.
This
presence is also an observer but separate and unlike myself -- a parallel and
unequal self -- a natural doppelganger of spirit, this is the non-shadowed
presence. This is a sensory experience, a human experience, be the spirit
encased in living matter or no. Nothing is observed; however, the lingering
awareness of 'a separate being' in heartansoulanmind exists nevertheless.
180 words
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