Shortly after noon. You and Carol spent
the morning working in the yard, mostly digging and moving dirt mixed with tree
chips to other parts of the backyard. The only thing left to do in today's work
is rake to level what is left from the large tree out front. You basically are
ready to throw soil on top, level and plant grass seed. This next week is going
to be a more normal August summer hot with humidity. You are both satisfied
with the morning accomplishments.
1243
hours. We are off to Subway to pick up food for a picnic in the shade down by
the Little Miami near Foster.
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Fosters (sometimes given as Foster)
is an unincorporated community in southern Warren County, Ohio, United States.
It straddles the Little Miami River in Deerfield and Hamilton Townships. It is
located about two miles southwest of Hopkinsville, two miles west of Maineville,
and two miles northeast of Twenty Mile Stand just off State Routes 22/3, the 3C
Highway. (In the 1930s, the State of Ohio erected a new high bridge over the
river that bypassed the community.) The community is in the Kings Local School
District and is served by the Maineville post office. The settlement was
originally called Foster's Crossing, and had its own post office. It is
in the Little Miami telephone exchange. Governor Jeremiah Morrow once lived
here.
The
Little Miami Bike Trail, which runs from Milford to Spring Valley, runs through
the community on the eastern shore of the Little Miami River.
Wikipedia
**
Warren County Local History
by Dallas Bogan on 26 July 2004
"The Tiny County Village
of Foster Is Recalled"
Foster lies in Hamilton and Deerfield
Townships, with the Little Miami River bisecting it. Roads that lead to it are
the Old Three C Highway, the Fosters-Maineville Road, the Socialville-Fosters
and the Davis Roads. The once booming town was named after the Foster family. James
H. Foster came to the area in 1841 or 1842 and built a mill and hotel on
the east side of the river. The hotel was named the "22 Mile Stand,"
it being located 22 miles from Cincinnati. James was considered the leading
merchant of the town until his retirement in 1865.
A most unique event
happened in the village of Foster on February 13, 1861. The presidential train
of Abraham Lincoln passed through the town on its way to Columbus from
Cincinnati, traveling on the historic Little Miami Railroad.
An
early history of Foster, written in 1868, and inserted into The Western Star,
points out that the turnpike and railroad crossings were located on the east
side of the Little Miami. The article also states that forty-seven houses were
grouped together at corners on both sides of the river. Twenty-seven of this
total consisted of business houses and shops. There were three dry goods and
grocery stores, a merchant tailoring house, two boot and shoe establishments, a
first class boarding house, a grain depot, a flouring mill, a sawmill, a
distillery, a railroad depot, a cooper shop, a blacksmith shop, five beer
saloons, and a tollgate house. A quote is made that "of these saloons we
have just five too many." There were two express offices, a post office, a
telegraph office and a railroad ticket office.
The writer of the article [wrote] that there
were no schoolhouses or churches, but there were two day schools kept, and a
Sabbath school makes mention. The day schools were allocated for the smaller
children, and for those who were unlikely to walk one-and-a-half or two miles
to the larger district school. One was a German school and the other American;
ladies of the village taught each. The writer indicates that a visit had been
made to the latter and it was well conducted. The Sabbath facility was a union
school. Although small, the officers and teachers were determined to keep it
up.
Foster's population, in 1868, was aggregated
at 180. One hundred and five were German, fifty were American, and twenty-five
were Irish. The German residents were an industrious and business type group.
Most owned real estate and acquired a comfortable home with a few acres of
ground.
A gristmill was located on the river and cut off about an acre of
ground, which formed an island that incorporated three residential homes and a
sawmill. The timbers of the covered bridge were framed on this island.
As we
now continue our own story with respect to Foster, we find a Mr. M.
Obergefell, a German immigrant, arriving from Cincinnati in 1865. He was a
merchant tailor by trade and made clothes for the Civil War soldiers while a
resident of the Queen City. He was the builder and proprietor of the
"Liberty House," and lived next door. It was said that he could serve
up a "square meal" and a "suit of clothes" in equal
fashion. Earl Maag, a former resident, said there were stone cattle pens
underneath the hillside building of the Liberty House. Maag's grandfather
purchased the dance hall from Obergefell and renamed it Maag's Hall. The
establishment continued in use for dancing until about 1930. Maag said dancing
was mainly quadrilles and that German type bands and fiddlers
performed.
According to the 1903 Warren County Atlas, Brazilla Clark is
credited with building the first mill in Foster in 1806. Possibly the most
significant resident of this quaint town was Governor Jeremiah Morrow. His
gristmill was one of the foremost mills in the territory.
Augustus Hoppe
was a miller for Jeremiah Morrow. He later purchased the Foster Mill
from Seth Greely in 1886. The milling enterprise was a fruitful family
business until January 1944, when a mill accident took the life of Edward
Augustus Hoppe, son of the original proprietor.
The mill produced cake
flour from soft winter wheat and supplied Lebanon and Cincinnati bakeries until
its shutdown. It was said to have used a fine silk cloth to sift the flour so
that in the end it was truly "as fine as silk." It also produced and
distributed pancake four and cornmeal. The "Pride of Miami" was the
mill's top brand. It also did custom grinding for families who brought in their
wheat, corn, rye, barley and other grains used primarily for hog feed, as Warren
County was one of the major suppliers of processed pork in early times. (The
foundation of the old mill and much of the millrace is still in existence at
this writing.)
Hoppe's Island was a get-away paradise in the
1920's and '30's. Families from near and far frequented the island paradise for
entertainment as well as for relaxation purposes. The island is a physical
protrusion into the Little Miami, it originally being formed by the millrace of
Hoppe's mill. However, a portion of the millrace is gone and the formation of
an island is no longer visible. Provisions of the entertainment circle included
swimming, canoeing, picnicking, dancing, or perhaps just the place for a family
gathering. Mrs. Bernice Hallam, daughter of Edward Augustus Hoppe,
recalled that on Sundays it was impossible for visitors to reserve a picnic
table unless at the premises as early as 5 a.m. Before the horseless carriage,
many people drove their horse and buggies to the park. (The famed bandleader, Ace
Brigode, owned and managed the park for a while, but afterward discontinued
it.)
After the death of Mr. Hoppe, in 1944,
the island went into private ownership. It never again enjoyed the success it
had between WW I and WW II.
Glenn and Vivian Irwin purchased the
30 by 50 structure which was, as was previously described, the historical
Liberty Hall. The dwelling is located on the 13 1/2 acres, which was formerly
the mill site and that of Hoppe's Island, now called Glenn Island. (The State
purchased the grounds several years ago and transformed it into a public park.)
Travelers, in stagecoach days, crossed the river when traveling the old
Montgomery, Hopkinsville and Wilmington Pike, now known as the Old 3 C Highway.
They could not have envisioned that the
progress of Foster would be put on the back burner because of the huge viaduct
that would span the Little Miami many years later. The viaduct was started in
October 1936, and completed October 1, 1938. For the readers who are interested
in statistics, the bridge, at a cost of a half a million dollars, took over
90,000 man-hours to complete. Approximately 9000 cubic yards of concrete and
1,200,000 pounds of reinforcing steel were used in the structure. Six spans,
varying in length from 155 to 175 feet, support the viaduct. The deepest
concrete pier is securely anchored, its foundation being 27 feet below the
water level. The mile and a quarter project, which includes its approaches, was
unique due to the fact that it spanned three forms of transportation; water,
rail and motor. At the center pier, the roadway stands slightly over 75 feet
above the Little Miami River.
The post office name in Foster was changed
three times, first Foster's Crossings, next Fosters, and lastly, Foster.
"Foster's Crossings" first postmaster was Joseph T. Matthews,
his tenure beginning October 27, 1859. Later postmasters and dates were: William
S. Foster, 17 Nov 1863; Daniel K. Gordon, 13 Oct 1865; George W.
Thompson, 7 Mar 1866; Albert A. Cooling, 18 Nov 1867; William W.
Burroughs, 6 Jan 1874; and, lastly, George B. Fouche, 28 Aug
1883.
"Fosters" was the next selected name and was begun January 7,
1884, with George B. Fouche still retaining the position of postmaster. Peter
B. Hall, 2 Feb 1887; and again, George B. Fouche, 10 May 1889,
followed him.
The new name, "Foster," took effect June 7, 1893, with
Jacob Englert as postmaster. Ernst Hoppe, 29 May 1897; Louise
Hoppe, 18 Oct 1910; and John Maag, 8 July 1915, followed him.
A long-standing tribute to the past was the
home of the "Blue Danube Tavern." Long before the turn of the
century, it was a fashionable three-story hotel and restaurant. Earl Maag
said his aunt, Theresa Englert, operated the building as a summer resort
from 1892 to 1907. During the flood of 1913, a big log reportedly washed
downstream and knocked out one end of the building. The old wooden bridge was
also washed away in the flood. It retained the Blue Danube Tavern name from
1934 until the tavern was purchased in 1975 and completely remodeled.
The building, which sits next to the new
bridge structure (the George Terwilleger Bridge), is now known as "The
Train Stop Inn."
The tavern, prior to its renovation, was known as
"a jumping off spot for trouble." One former deputy sheriff said:
"As
I remember it, Foster was a thriving little town, full of all kinds of fights
and shootings. We never had many calls to the Blue Danube, but when we did, it
was a good one." The last few years saw a gradual decline in the one time
prosperous village. As the older citizens moved on, it left a vacancy that
could not be filled as in olden days.
http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~ohwarren/Bogan/bogan048.htm
**
**
You are at the Rahe Park on the west side of
the River and now that lunch is done you are thinking to erase what you find
interesting about Foster, Ohio history because it is not applicable to the
Merlyn stories. However, this is not the case because you receive the writing
from yourself through me, Amorella. Your interests are incorporated into the
books because I have no choice but to use or not use them. If I do, they are
considered an authenticity to the story because you once dug up the details
either out of curiosity or general interest. We might use a bit of this later
so make a copy to put into book three when Grandma's stories are from Ohio
locations. The above looks pretty much like typical Ohio history of the times,
only we'll put it in Grandma's story in central Ohio, perhaps during the 1920's
or 30's along the Olentangy River in a fictional town south of Delaware,
somewhere around SR 750 connects with the Olentangy River Road in present day
Powell, Ohio. - Amorella
1428
hours. I'm glad we are setting up a folder for books two and three. I had that
set up during the first three books, that is a folder each for books four, five
and six. I still have those folders but I don't know of what use they will be
now.
Check them out boy. We can still use the
same folders but book four is just about done. - Amorella
This
is very odd. I have already used most of these references. Topics: Ancient
Greeks; the Basic Human Condition; Cognitive Processing, Black Holes;
Thucydides; and Waves and Categories. One of the keys though is 'Soki
material.' (1435)
Carol wants to leave after she finishes her
new Sandra Brown book chapter. She is currently on page 31 of Low Pressure.
We'll take a look at the Soki material and how it relates to Diplomatic Pouch.
- Amorella
1629
hours. I have been reading over documents in the "Soki Material"
folder for the unwritten book four in 2007 (when I was working on the original
book three, Merlyn's Mind. There is lots of stuff in here, the real
surprise are the notes from my hypnotic sessions.
Now would be a good time to update the blog
on the hypnotic sessions. Drop them in here, read over them carefully and post.
- Amorella
1728
hours. I cannot remember when I typed up the original handwritten notes of
those sessions but I am assuming it is in 2007 because other documents in this folder
are of that time period, and it would have been about twenty years later.
**
**
Notes on Hypnotic Sessions: April-May, 1984,
With Paul Payne, Ph.D.
University of Cincinnati.
First
Session: April – only preliminary discussions and background information
Second Session: [Three o’clock] 10
April
You
are getting quieter, into yourself. [Dr. Payne talking in bold]
1. Find a space to look at as you
outstretch your right arm. Balloons are holding it up in your own time.
A visual flows away the tension until
the eyes take on the tension to let them flow away; then the eyes move to the
back of the head, then down
2. Your body fits into [becoming] the
chair
3. The weight of cement blocks on your
arms, which feel quite heavy
4. Fingers are asleep after which hand
goes to sleep
5. Visual of ‘swirling: like raw red
meat going down two tubes
6. Visual of a seashore – green water,
and I am underwater snorkeling -- You don’t really need to heed what I say. Let
yourself relax in your own time, in your own way.
7. I can taste the salt water; I really
can taste it [Out of light trance]
8. In
trance: This time I am sitting
on a couch with a skinny me on one side of the couch, and a normal me on the
other. This was very realistic. I was not thinking about the fat and skinny I
was thinking about how it is to be two places (in my mind) at the same time. [Out of light trance]
9.
In deeper trance. Visual of a blank globe – my mind is elsewhere, an
alternate universe > a visual abstract of nothing until it appears that
‘more’ is in the still nothing -- I am constantly aware and learning
10. a. ready to be coming out
b.
beginning to come out
c. coming
out slowly
d. almost
out, ready to open eyes
e. okay,
open your eyes
Dr.
Payne asks, "What is your reaction?"
It is interesting, quite interesting.
Another much deeper trance to begin: Okay,
back into it.
Okay,
you are relaxing --
The
colors appear quickly this time
Go
back to an early time --
I
think perhaps the seashore, but I am in the Middle East. Ancient classical Greek
buildings. I see an old man with a staff.
What
does he tell you about eating?
I
think [I do not visualize him] he says: “Don’t listen to your body. Your body
should not eat.” [I am conscious of an outside voice.]
The
inner voice says, “Walk. Have good eating habits” “That will protect your body.”
Okay.
Go back a hallway of memories, a hallway with doors on both sides. [These
vividly appear in my mind: Light walls with oak doors and brass doorknobs.] Go
to an early memory. Stand outside the door. Think about how old you are. Go
back to ten or eight.
[I am already three.] When you are
ready, raise a finger.
This
trance is much more real, like living in a virtual world. [I travel down a
hallway two or three feet above the floor. Quickly I go; then very quickly.]
How
old are you?
I
put up three fingers (I don’t believe I did that, but I did.)
Observe
the setting as you open the door.
I
am at Grandma Orndorff's [at 103 West Walnut Street]. There is a party and we
are ready to eat. Uncle Ernie, Aunt Patsy, Mom and Dad and Grandma and Popo [my
name for my grandfathers]. It is just like real. It is real.
Things
are confusing. All these big people are moving around. Dad is home from the
Army? It is confusing.
Describe
it.
We
are getting ready to eat. I feel uneasy. I do not feel good about the situation.
There is something disturbing in the dinner; something about my father. I am
anxious about him or the dinner situation. I am uncomfortable with my father
there at the table. The house and the people are just there. Still and moving
objects. Grandma has on a gray or olive dress. There is little or no
conversation. As usual, I was quiet too. We were heading for the dining room
from the living room when I left to come back.
I talk to Dr. Payne. [my voice sounds
quite different and from my back left. I sound like Donald Duck’s voice] I am
shocked by this sound but continue talking.
Do
we want to leave?
No. It is confusing, but I want to
stay. When I came in I walked in from the west wall under the fourth or fifth
step (of the steps leading upstairs. I heard a growling inside my head.
Okay.
Come out and close the door when you are ready.
[I
linger] then I come back
Okay.
You will remember what you want and keep buried what you don’t want to
remember. 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5
Aftermath of Second Session.
I come out. Unbelievable! The mind is
so powerful. [it is four-twenty in
the afternoon]
First:
I said, “We’ll see ya,” as I left his
office. Driving home from the session my left hand covered my mouth the whole
way. I am excited (positively) about being hypnotized and quite disturbed by it
too. I think, ‘It is not good to be hypnotized. Some things should not be
understood.’ this statement runs through my mind.
Later:
I had two helpings of food at supper, plus two pieces of cheese and I felt better.
That night as I went to bed there was an uneasy tension in my head, a kind of
‘growling’ outside of me.
At
three in the morning I wake up talking with my muse saying, “We’ll go do this.”
As I head down the hallway. My head is confused, as it was during the session.
‘When three I felt I was not in sync with other people. I can’t communicate to
other people. They don’t care to really listen. My imagination is wilder than
usual. I never have understood what is real and what is not. This doesn’t help.
[These are my reactions from 0300 to 0430 hours that next morning, the 11th
of April.]
[Reaction
at 0630 hrs. same morning.] “Anyone who thinks he knows what reality is, is
quite mad.”
Memory one.
My parents think there is something
wrong with me. They want to send me away. I hear them talking with Grandma
about why I like to sit in the closet by myself when I am four or five years
old.
Memory two.
I picked pennies off the wall and put
them in a jar. [I remember that. I can still visualize the pennies.] They were
real to me. I took the jar, full of pennies and headed uptown to buy ice cream
or a milk shake. Mom stopped me on the corner of Park and Knox and said, “There
are no pennies in the jar.” [I remember her saying it in the tone of ‘playtime is
now over.’ We walked back to the house. I was not upset.]
Memory three.
My father just talked to me about
something. My father thought I was crazy. I wasn’t though. I just liked to
pretend a lot. I still (in my forties) like small rooms, closets. I can get a
hold of myself in a small room. It helps to keep me together; it helps to keep
the pieces together.
Memory of the hypnotism.
I am blue-gray and pushing sideways
out. My brain is gray and behind my face (only) a bubble encloses me to my
ears. The center, my center is empty, but imperfectly empty.
The raw red meat (myself or my thoughts
are like chewed raw red meat) is/are
put through two parallel vortexes and swallowed up. The chewed up meat
goes clock-wise in the left vortex and counter-clockwise in the right vortex.
Dr. Payne then ordered two EEG’s; one
in the hospital and another twenty-four hour monitor. Also, he ordered one or
two brain scans. Nothing reported abnormal to me other than a technician
monitoring an EEG said I had a glitch in the left temporal lobe. Dr. Payne
found nothing abnormal enough for further consultations. He thought I was
interesting because I could get into deep hypnosis so quickly. Personally, I
thought I was going to be too stubborn to be hypnotizable.
Session Three:
April 84.
Drawing one. I am looking at an eight and a half
by eleven sheet of unlined paper. I will go down the paper from top to bottom
explaining what I sketched with a blue ink pen.
1.
two eyes, narrow slits, big dark pupils
2.
three arms with three fingers
each; one on the left (fingers towards center of page; and two on the right
(fingers towards the center).
3.
a three dimensional glass rectangular box with arms extended on either side of
it. And a heavily drawn circle drawn inside on the right in the box.
4.
half way down on the page another arm on the right with fingers extended
towards the center just beneath the box
5.
two eyes at the center of the page as above as in the first drawn
6.
one large eye that extends from one side of the page to the other and is about
an inch in height in the middle with one large eyeball with a diamond shape
within the roundness of the large pupil
7. one eye slightly to the right of center
8.
two eyes centered with about two and a half inches between the two, then I
wrote: “Lots of light. Lots of eyes,” in the bottom right hand corner of the
page.
Drawing two. Title: “Monster” [The arms (with no hands or fingers)
reaching to the incubator]
An outline of an arm in a white-coat
[looking at it from the top] about two and a half inches long and an inch wide,
rounded on the top and the bottom is straight across. The angle is about forty
degrees down and in towards the center of the page. On the other side is the
same loaf-like appearance, rounded on the top and the bottom is straight
across, also angled in at forty degrees.
About an inch and a half below these
two appendages is a flat head with two eyes staring out at me but from upside
down. A sixteenth of an inch nose (above the eyes) and a quarter inch mouth
above the nose. My face is more triangularly shaped and I have two small curved
lines coming out beneath the chin as shoulders.
No other body references. No hair or
ears or eyelids, eyebrows or the like. I almost look Little Green Man alien. I
wrote below the sketch: “sleeves with no hands” on the left and on the right
“attempt to raise head to get another perspective – very, very difficult –
raised it about an eighth of an inch. Below these notes across the bottom of
the page: “These flinging, moving, nonsensical white tubes of body do not
control me. I control myself.”
Evening of 22 April 84 at 2050 hrs. in a self-induced intuitive drawing I
create the actual size of a symbol of my ‘muse’ (most likely after my third session)
A single line slanted to the right of
perpendicular about twenty degrees. The line is one and one-half inches long.
From the top of this line down one-quarter of an inch is a horizontal line
one-half inch on the left of the near vertical, crossing, and one-half inch on
the right side of near vertical.
A second horizontal line below the
first one is down five-sixteenths further and it is three and one-half inches
long. It cuts through the near vertical at one and one-fourth inches.
A third line intersects at one inch
from the top down the near vertical. This third horizontal line is three inches
in length. It intersects at one and one-quarter inches from the left and there
is about a quarter of an inch between the second and the third horizontal line.
This symbol of crossed lines is enclosed in an oval about four inches wide and
one and one-half inches high. The near vertical does not touch the oval by a
sixteenth of an inch at the bottom and an eighth of an inch from the top of the
oval.
For the symbol to make sense it must be
enclose within the oval. That is the actual size of the symbol of my muse
within my mind, looking at it from its side from my mind’s point of view.
Dr. Payne thought the incubator
description may have been authentic, at least how I remembered it. Several
reasons for this were, there were no corners on the incubator and the sleeves
had no hands or fingers extending (a newborn would not see these), and the most
interesting to him was that I already had a developed sense of ‘self’ as a head,
or rather, as a neck trying to move upward. I was definitely conscious of that
sensation while under hypnosis.
Session
Four: 8 May 84 Final session.
Comments and Drawing three. [After a session taking me back
before birth]
I feel an alien-like sense within
myself. The presence entered to control, entered to live even though I could
just as easily go to another place, one as good as, better, and/or worse
environment. I feel a sense of contradiction. It is interesting. Pressures are
interesting as a perspective.
I visualize white boxes next to white
walls. I am lying on a cushioned oval board in the center of this small room.
The box-like machines are the size of clothes washers or dryers.
Each works like this, going
counter-clockwise. The first is a triangle shaped box with the point on the
floor it is ‘input” moving to the next box which is above another box (all
boxes are holographic-like). The flat top of the triangle box moves to the
right side of the top box. The top box then moves and connects with the third,
bottom box that is the “output” box.
The others use these machines.
Their ‘skin’ is grayish and rough like a pine-cone. They wear no clothes. They
are tall and slender and their eyes (two each) appear as a combination of the
eyes of a cat and a turtle. They (there are two) have a strong sense of
understanding my situation. They say nothing but their eyes have an attitude or
tone of “We’ll shuffle you through. Do not worry.”
Reaction to the session and drawings:
While driving from UC to Mason on I-75 I
have my hand over my mouth on the way home, until I was conscious of it, then I
put my hand down. I was immediately
concerned that I had conjured up my whole identity on a false premise. It
was a scary statement to think about. [Strangely, even now on 24 August 2013
it is still an unnerving statement.]
The hypnosis effect was not as vivid as
in the other session yet chunks of ‘things and shapes’ and uneasy feelings
marked the venture -- like when I was going through no tunnel but I heard the
grandfather clock ticking as I pulled it from the wall and walked into the wall
to get back to the incubator. Maybe Dr. Payne spoke too fast and/or maybe I
tried to get into the trance too fast. I was in trance for forty minutes for
the ‘incubator’. No real monsters, no real fears afterwards. Nothing
exceptional, except there was a ‘disjointedness’ a sense of being mentally able
to be in two places at once. [Today, in 2013, I can still do this.]
***
This took most of the afternoon to copy. You
copied your notes religiously and made only slight changes for clarity. -
Amorella (This statement and below were written in 2007.)
I
haven’t really read over these notes in a long time, and never with the purpose
of copying them. The first session we just talked. The second session I saw the
Greek buildings. The third was going back to three. The fourth and final
session was when I ‘created’ the going back before birth somewhere deep in my
mind. Dr. Payne laughed and said I probably projected from watching and reading
too much science fiction in my life.
I remember readily agreeing with him. I
just thought it was an interesting experience to put my mind through. After I
completed those sessions I practiced holding the string with my fingers and
having a washer at the bottom of the string and a target below the washer that
said Yes on the vertical line and No and the horizontal.
I would silently ask myself questions
and the string would swing yes or no or in a circle clockwise or counter
clockwise both of which signified undecided. That was the beginning of the
experiments that ended up with the letters to the Rabbi who wasn’t there and to
Romela who in 1988 changed her name to Amorella after she Romela helped me with
the first version of Stuck (published in 2001) called at the time Spice.
The rest is written down. Wow, if I finish the third book in January I will
have worked on this marsupial series for twenty years.
** **
I
have not looked at these notes as far as I can remember since I typed them up
in 2007. I found one of the sketches I drew just after hypnosis. It is on the
blog, posting date: 18 September 2009.
Posting: 18 SEPTEMBER 2009:
***
I
have made several references to the hypnotic experiences in this blog over the
years. I have never forgotten how important it is to be able to but the mind in
two places at once as I did the first time with the fat me on one side of the
couch and the skinny me on the other; except they were both me as I am. This is
the power of the mind at work. I realized it then and I recognise it now, and
as before and after, my view of reality has never been the same since. This is
demonstrated in my notes and my Merlyn books. (2032)- rho
Once more you feel freer; as you did when
you first published this sketch. - Amorella
That
is because I am reminded that I understand a truth about myself, about who I
am, about what it is to be human, and I can readily accept this truth and know
that I am not delusional or in madness. - rho
Post. Sleep well, orndorff. - Amorella
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