Mid-afternoon. Carol is taking a nap.
Let's go to Dead 20. - Amorella
1559 hours. Surprisingly to me, I have completed The Dead
20; at least it seems so for now. I like Merlyn and Bracc don't know how it is,
but then I suppose that is the authenticity rolling about. I will have to see
how this works once the book is complete.
What a turn-about. You are accepting Dead 20
as is without my okay? - Amorella
For now.
Good enough, Add and post. - Amorella
***
The Dead 20 ©2013, rho. draft for GMG
Merlyn awoke standing amongst the white foxglove and red poppy just east of the
stage ruins. His eyes focused first on his mind's pillar, the giant Oak and on
to the boulder and beyond to his hut. His eyes slowly moved to beyond the hut,
the heather, the narrow woods and they rested on six tall blades of grass by
the river. Six, he thought.
A billiard table rose from a short muscled contraction in a long fingered
hypnotic oak root pointing his way. In a brief uncommon blink the oak tabletop
stood beside; felted green from side to side to side to side. Empty it is,
concluded Merlyn, but for a solid green ball number 6 directly in front
of the far left corner pocket. With no cue ball present his curiosity swept onto
the flat green and he merging lightning quick curiosity rose on the far cue
spot as a solid yellow 1 ball, equally sized and equally weighted with the
nearby solid green.
I am drawn into the 1 ball on the far cue spot. I must have scratched the
cue ball but it doesn't appear pocketed. I am open-minded and ready for almost
anything but losing my Vivian to her dusty bones in the material world.
"You have only my soul to hold onto, Merlyn," coached Vivian from
afar.
"The soul is a mystery," he grumbled. "I have only heart and
mind to grasp you with."
"Not enough to hold in reason alone," set the soft leather tip to
kiss the yellow to move leisurely towards the green 6. Close enough for
a conversation on the elementary rules between two unlike souls closeting to
fellow Druids heartsanminds. "I am the one, Merlyn. Who might you
be?"
"Bracc's ancient ghost, cornered, green with envy, and ready for the
pocket."
"The cue's been scratched."
"I am stuck still, and in all honesty embarrassed I died in a resort of
trickery, to convince the base, the living, that I could speak to the
Dead."
"But you are the Dead speaking in this, my fabled mind, Bracc."
"Such is your flat humor of last resort. Alas, I am done in."
"You are on not in Bracc. There is no trickery here."
"I am but a poor soul caught, trapped, holed up by a pocket."
Merlyn quick-wittedly remarked, "The economics of the soul have nothing to
do with pockets of poverty, I assure you my fellow Druid. You need to turn
about like those other once racked fellows similarly endowed round. The green
is but a painting, man."
Bracc responded, "As is your yellow, Merlyn."
Merlyn shifted his thought, "Two solids and a scratched cue, do you see
meaning in it?"
"My wonder is why I am here at all."
"I dreamt you; rather Grandma brought you up."
"As a lesson?"
"I thought so, but you are here as a cross-segmentation in
dreamland."
"The faeries have captured us both?"
"No faeries, here, Bracc, unless you find faeryland in your soul."
"They are in me mind and heart but not me soul."
"How do you know this?" asked Merlyn in surprise.
"Because faeries came about after creation not before," replied Bracc
earnestly. "Tricks came after."
I thought hearts did the traveling, surmised Merlyn. There is more to a soul
than armor. "What do you know of the soul, Bracc?"
Merlyn is asking a once-misguided Druid about the soul? How can this be?
"I know it is lonely, Merlyn," rolled from heartanmind. "I do
not know this, I know next to nothing, Merlyn."
"Whose voice was it then?"
"My own. I know it is not from heartanmind, and that is as honest an
answer as I can give." Bracc paused. "I have learned to be an honest
man since my capture."
"Who captured you?"
"I do not know. I found myself in a sealed solid walled place. It had a
door."
"Did you not try it?"
"Not for several thousand years I reckoned, but when I did it opened and I
was freed. I do not know who held me or freed me, but it happened just as
speaking to you has happened. Avalon is an enchanted place just like the living
said. I have learned that also. I am learning many things even now."
"Your heartanmind is learning?" asked Merlyn.
"I would say the soul teaches. That is how it seems but I do not know
this."
Even the Dead don't have the words, thought Merlyn. I have learned something
too.
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1602 hours.
It would seem easier to go ahead and complete Dead 21 while this is fresh in
mind.
Merlyn does not dream in that fashion. To
him each segment is one of the four cardinal corners. - Amorella
I did not realize that. The Dead then represents the North; The Brothers
East; Grandma's Stories South and Diplomatic Pouch West. This makes sense from
a druid's or a shaman's thinking.
This is not the four classical Cardinal
Directions. Merlyn lived in a time when he became spiritually torn between
Druidism and Christianity. He has learned to accept parts of each just as many
Christians accept the Old and New Testaments. This was Merlyn's thinking in
this fiction. These are his dreams so let's put them in a modified order;
touching the forehead is the North; the middle of the breast is the South; the
left shoulder is the West and the right shoulder is the East. - Amorella
Why would he switch from west to east?
This is because Merlyn faces North to the
North Star, thus South next; and West first because the Son rises in the East.
In this case The Dead are star-ward; The Brothers are below the stars,
Grandma's Stories are in the setting Sun and the Diplomatic Pouch, the future,
rises from the sun in the East. This is Merlyn's way in his stories. Do you
have a problem with this? - Amorella
No. It sounds plausible enough. I have read enough of transitions from
one religion to another in history. As he has not changed over the hundreds of
Earth years I assume he has accepted that this is who he is.
That is how it is in here. Indeed, Merlyn
has accepted himself for who he is not who he may represents to others. This is
shown in Dead 20 when he does not see himself as the great and wonderful Merlyn
as others might see him, but just a normal man who has questions, not many
answers, and who is willing to learn from anyone who has information and
experience to impart. This is as the Dead learn to do because this is learning
from the soul's direction, at least in these books. Post. Amorella
1640 hours. This
whole posting is quite unexpected. I don't know why I should be surprised at
that but I am. - rho
Dusk. You had shut your MacAir down for the
night but as you were going up the stairs you thought about Doug's note today
in which he talked about wrestling with the concept of free will and he
wondered on your thoughts. This reminded you of your favorite quotation when it
comes to free will:
"We have to believe in free will. We've got no choice.”
This brought up the Brothers 20 segment
and you are wondering. - Amorella
2103 hours. I don't know what it is about but I assume it is
about the soul as was Dead 20 which means free will cannot be brought
into the picture. I understand this, so now I backtrack on the idea of its inclusion.
What about the soul's concept of free will?
_ Amorella
Why would the soul have such a concept?
Why would Milton give the concept to angels
and not to souls? - Amorella
I don't know.
Free will with angels has been done more
than once. Why not have Robert and Richard leading such a discussion? -
Amorella
I
have never thought about souls and free will in my life. It doesn't even make
sense that souls would have free will. What would they choose?
Choosing which heartanmind to nibble on for one. - Amorella
What
about the exchanging of souls concept, could the souls choose rather than the
affected two heartsansouls?
Why not? You can imagine two lovers who
might get jerked around by this development. - Amorella
That would show that free will does not always exist when it
comes to the emotion of love.
This
would show that free will does not always exist when it comes to any overriding
emotional circumstance. - Amorella
So,
can we say free will does not always flow, that like quantized time there are
times when it does not exist, when time does not exist?
Why not? People feel that once in Heaven or
Hell or Neither time cease to exist. If that is the case then time can cease to
exist in the universe too. In these books actually it does because both are
reality. People cease to exist in body form but exist in spiritual form. Time
exists and appears to cease to exist. - Amorella
Can a soul be quantified like time?
What do you think, orndorff? Can it? - Amorella
I don't know. I have never thought this question before. Okay,
I see a soul as a container and sharp like a knife but now I see it as water or
air in that it has a characteristic of flowing like time and water or stop
start flowing. Where does time go when it isn't here?
Where do you go? - Amorella
That's funny, Amorella. You are messing with my head.
No, I am working your heartanmind while your
soul takes the backseat.
Indifferently, I imagine a soul to have an existential
indifference about it.
Then why would it care which heartanmind it
nibbles on? - Amorella
I don't know. (2130)
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