Later in the morning. You and Carol drove to
Pine Hill Lakes Park in Mason. You both walked; Carol used the 'pickers' and
grabbed trash to put in a bag to put in the trashcan. You, however, took iPhone
photos for use in the Merlyn-Vivian stories.
1051
hours. It was like old times when I took photos in the park for use in the
first three Merlyn books. I am walking better and though it wasn't a long walk
and had a few stops it was enjoyable. We came back and I trimmed the front
bushes by the house and Carol watered her flowers and washed the gray/white
bird poop off the black metal mailbox.
Download the photos, boy and we'll make use
of some of them in Dead 18. - Amorella
Facing North Wood from the dam
Facing mostly West at West Lake
Southwest at West Lake
Log at West Lake (NW view)
1200
hours. Down to Mike's on Fields-Ertel to wash the car then a stop at the Kings
Island McD for a medium sugar free vanilla ice coffee and a large light iced
diet Coke that came to $3.06. Great price. Presently we are sitting on a Rose Hill Cemetery crossroad,
facing west in the shade of a big old Maple tree to our north. We have a very
pleasant breeze from the south and there are quite a few stars and stripes
flying gravestone high next to veterans of one war or another, a few going back
to the Revolution but most from the Civil War on. In college being a summer
caretaker (1961-1967) to the Westerville or Blendon Township cemeteries had its
rewards. For instance, one premium was the general peace and quiet and
park-like environment with lots of shady places to sit down and have a restful
lunch.
You and Carol were just having a discussion
on the 1968 Democratic Convention when Gore Vidal (liberal) and William F.
Buckley Jr. (conservative) had their debates with Howard K. Smith as
commentator.
1230
hours. A little later, in the seventies, Buckley and Vidal debated via
commentary in a segment of CBS Sunday night's "60 Minutes" every
week. What a time period to have lived in.
It would make sense among the Dead to gather
first with friends and family and second within the times of their lives; old friends,
and friends of friends at first, meeting with one another similar to the set up
of Facebook. - Amorella
This
concept has come up before. I like it because it drives a connection between
the living and the dead.
1520
hours. We split a Subway sandwich in the front porch shade while enjoying the
lawn-in-Spring scene. I am ready to write and while the Dead 18 document is
open nothing is forthcoming from my fingers.
Remember, orndorff, Vivian seduces Merlyn
not the other way around. We need to highlight the pending battle of personal
courage it might take to attempt such an intimate event.
The image
of Eve tempting Adam i.e. Paradise Lost roars
into view. Beyond that, nothing. Delving into Wikipedia I found a painting that
will do entitled, "Beguiling of Merlin" [oil on canvas by Edward
Burne-Jones in 1874]
Beguiling
of Merlin by Edward Burne-Jones
[Wikipedia
Commons]
1549
hours. It is easier to visualize the 'Lady of the Lake' above as Vivian and
displace her as a fourteen year old. What is she thinking at the moment?
"Vivacious
and uncommonly fourteen, I am young in years but half a divine moonth along in
years rather than days, deliberated a brooding lipped Vivian. I am as babe unslaughterable
and ready for the capture this now grandfatherly-aged Merlyn, the great Bard
and Druid of our Caledonia. Her thin soft and smooth white linen robe wound
suggestively tight for a visual enriching of subtle fresh fruit-sized bosoms,
dark and taut nippled for budding myself further than Merlyn's imagination
might suggest. Glancing at her tight wrapped breasts she felt the tingling of
the goosiest bumps sprinkling her breasts, growing as if each were a faery stem
about flower.
I
swell in mind, shape-shifting this supple young heart to sway to the natural
craving of our two souls intertwining a primary of emotional color into a magic
circled rainbow, a well-rubbed mist of woman and man who run the ancient ways
naked of earth and body. As a tune in grace we shall be one and invisible but
for the subtlest sighs of breeze play kissing the higher leaves of the Oak. Bay
tree laurels, reason, are not for momentary crowning. Pray today, no victors
here but my wet earth plowed by a virginal seeding by the uncommonness of
metatempsycosis: Merlyn's soulanmind being passionately drawn into my soulanheart.
It is her enraptured youthful wish in mistaking mind for heart that leads young
Vivian and Merlyn into the gravest error of unforeseen and unpredictable
circumstance. Faeries, she should have known, have greater trooping smiles in a
passion induced reflection than in this earthly reality." - rho
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GOOSE BUMPS: THE GIST
- Goose bumps may
occur right after an emotional apex involving feelings of fear, surprise,
defense and admiration.
- The physical
reaction can be stimulated by a "powerful other."
- The emotional tie to
goose bumps likely emerged to stabilize social hierarchies.
Goose bumps often turn
out to be a skin orgasm of sorts, frequently resulting from an emotional climax
stimulated by a "powerful other," according to new research.
A study exploring the
scientific and social aspects of goose bumps finds that this common form of
piloerection is associated with feelings of awe. This physical reaction also
cannot be faked.
Goose Bumps
From;
news.discovery.com
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2116
hours. We watched the last two episodes of "Body of Proof". We think
it was an enjoyable series, too bad it is not returning in the Fall.
You have six hundred and six words of Dead
18 completed and need to tie it together. This will continue in Dead 19. Let's
go to a description by Merlyn. - Amorella
2152
hours. I have completed Dead 18 in 753 words.
Add and post. - Amorella
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The Dead 18, ©2013, rho, completed draft
Vivacious
and uncommonly fourteen, I am young in years but half a divine moonth along in
years rather than days, deliberated a brooding lipped Vivian. I am as babe
unslaughterable and ready for the capture this now grandfatherly-aged Merlyn, the
great Bard and Druid of our Caledonia. Her thin soft white linen robe draped
suggestively tight for a visual enriching the dark pubic hair outlined and subtle
fresh fruit-sized bosoms, dark and taut nippled for budding myself further than
Merlyn's imagination might suggest. Glancing at her tight wrapped breasts she
felt the tingling of the goosiest bumps sprinkling her breasts, growing as if
each were a faery stem about flower.
Happily
glad, trooping seelings, blessed faeries, conjured forth Vivian a-mused . . .
wondrously and sprite-like they grow around my breasts like a piloerection of
tiny hairs shooting a sweaty feast of succulents for capturing a prerequisite
entitlement of love's quick aroma in my Master Druid's most deserving nostrils.
I
swell in mind, shape-shifting this supple young heart to sway to the natural
craving of our two souls intertwining a primary of emotional color into a magic
circled rainbow, a well-rubbed mist of woman and man who run the ancient ways
naked of earth and body. As a tune in grace we shall be one and invisible but
for the subtlest sighs of breeze play kissing the higher leaves of the Oak. Bay
tree laurels, reason, are not for momentary crowning. Pray today, no victors
here but my wet earth plowed by a virginal seeding by the uncommonness of
metatempsycosis: Merlyn's soulanmind being passionately drawn into my
soulanheart. It is her enraptured youthful wish in mistaking mind for heart
that leads young Vivian and Merlyn into the gravest error of unforeseen and
unpredictable circumstance. Faeries, she should have known, have greater
trooping smiles in a passion induced reflection than in this earthly reality
twin soul twisted by both at once in this timeless fashion.
Like
a physics experiment in an embraced entanglement, Merlyn's soul has no need of
memory. It is instilled in Merlyn's heartansoulanmind. His personal concern is
in ever defining the concept: Divine Justice. Merlyn feels his dreams; his
manifestation of these selected word dreams are his definition of Divine
Justice whether he thought so earlier or not. In an earlier time, in life, I
was sitting on a recently fallen log minding my own business wondering how I
would think as the second common element, air. Everyone knows how it is to be
made of earth and neither fire or water would be so fully comfortable for the
burning up or running off. Air; there is nothing so intimate, long lasting and
invisible. What I could be and do as such an added element? He smiled
contented, to be naked running through the woods invisibly clothed in the most
free and natural of Aristotle's four. The breathe of God would be my Heaven. That
had been his wish in those days when he had measured thirty-six years.
Merlyn
lightly brushed the back of his head as if an ant had fallen from a tree leaf
and was taking flight in a human hair fright. My virginity contains my
naturally creative powers and one day I will know what it is to be invisible on
that day I shall become a Master Druid's Master.
Merlyn
glanced through himself to see the billiard table clean and empty of balls and
he wondered if it is fair and just that reasonable cause and effect appeared to
be eluding him. How can it be that when I think on my first meeting with Vivian
there are no balls on the slate? This is how it is in heartansoulanmind. I am
thirty-six and a virgin and this would-be-druidess is fourteen and not. We are
about to meet for the first time. I see her stealthily walking through the
woods two arms outstretched from the lake's touch. She knows I see her for more
than she is, a true druidess in the making. He glanced down and saw two goose
feathers, one pointed towards her and the other pointed towards him. This is a sign. How can it be we share
the same pinion feathers when they point quill point opposite and are goose
feathers untouched? Is this event to be calligraphic as our two minds meet?
Mind to heart and heart to soul -- this is the practice for full sharing.
Open-minded I am and I am ready for almost anything but losing my
self-discipline to the material world.
753 words
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