Mid-afternoon. You worked on the English ivy
for an hour or so this morning, had lunch at Panera/Chipotle, ran a few errands,
had Graeter’s kids’ cups; Carol is working on the ivy for a few minutes before
you are off to Rose Hill cemetery for some reading time in the shade. Let’s get
to Dead 3. – Amorella
Taking
a short break from a few paragraphs work you see Carol is on page 165 of Harlen
Coben’s No Second Chance. A few visitors have driven by. You nodded in
politeness but no one reciprocated today as far as you could see. – Amorella
1513
hours. The day is mostly cloudy but comfortably cool. Lots of crickets in mass
communication, almost like the seventeen year variety of locust. What it would
be, I wonder to look about the cemetery and seeing just dates with no names. In
the earlier Merlyn books it was inferred that the Dead could change their earth
names if the wished. Strangely, it seems to me, most did. If you had been an
evil, bad, or a no good in real life I can see why one would be tempted to go
with a pseudonym, but a famous historical person, a local, regional or national
hero, or an international hero like Gandhi would seem to want herorhis name to
be kept (like a retired sports player’s number or locker); or, if you were a
well known religious figure like Abraham or Moses or Jesus or Buddha or a saint
or saint-like figure in any religion, for instance Saint John or Joan or Martin
Luther. (1527)
Orndorff, as you were think-writing the
above you began to see the sense of the name allowance. The Dead may not want
autographs, but there is a curiosity to envision how any of these famous or
even infamous people appeared in real life. You forget already however that
these people also had to reflect as to who they really were, and history,
legend, myth aside, not a one decided that sheorhe was who sheorhe came to
represent in real life. No one Living knows who sheorhe really is/was until
after the living is done and there has been a period of self assessment. The
name most people choose is the name that they feel like they are in
heartansoulanmind, in their human spirit, you see, not the name they were
legally given or became known as in their real life. The Dead are more
comfortable being themselves, don’t you think, boy? – Amorella
1535
hours. You make sense, Amorella, as far as the books go, which is far enough
for me. It does make sense if one is only spiritual, as such, to be called by a
name comfortable to hear as well as to say, so to speak, a nickname-like name
of one’s own choosing.
All for now, boy. Post when you have the opportunity.
– Amorella
1720
hours. We came home and worked for at least an hour in the English Ivy root
system. Carol did a lot of pulling, I dumped extra dirt from the tree leftovers
to where most of the roots were pulled or cut earlier. Tomorrow I need to buy
more dirt, probably 200 pounds, to mix in with the last area before seeding on
Wednesday. I will spray more Round Up on the root system left or cut and
sliced. Carol found traces of new growth on a few roots under the heat pump. I
may use Round Up Plus on that area. Carol is not too optimistic as she dug out
a much smaller area of English Ivy on the southwest area near the house a
couple of years ago and some came back the next year. It is gone finally this
year, or mostly so, one new vine I think. I have more Dead 3 to do but I am
making progress.
2122
hours. I completed the (final) Dead 3 draft in 763 words.
After nuked pizza and last week’s “ Affair”
and the news you continued the rest of the segment which you found was not so
easy to put in the fewer than almost the thousand you ended up with. However,
even a (final) draft will need tweaked once you complete the entire (final).
Plus, once completed you should go back and listen to the whole work for your
ear’s contribution. Add the draft and post. – Amorella
***
The Dead
3 ©2013 rho, (final) draft
The Supervisor begins, “Living or Dead
human beings sometimes deserve to have some free time without interruption. The Dead like company just as the Living
do. Why, because in here the Dead are still human beings. What would Heaven be
like without having your humanity, you tell me? Presently the Place of the Dead
has adopted a new name. The primary reason the marsupial-humanoid human-like
spirits long ago chose to call this Place of the Dead,
HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither. The earth-centered human spirits saw humor in their
own language translations because as everyone knows there are times people want
to keep by themselves for their own personal reasons, and usually the more
secret these reasons are, the more the personal hell there is to it. People who
have no secrets are entitled to a free pass into Heaven. The Dead have come to
accept themselves, secrets and all. It’s pretty simple really. The human spirit,
Earth or ThreePlanets’ centered, reasons and makes a fair or just worthiness of
her or himself. The gravity or the passion that holds one's centeredness, one’s
self-worth and dignity, to the spiritual rails of conscious as well as
unconscious memory, the freer one is. Knowing one's self is balancing one's
human’s spirit of who one was in life and of who one now is. A few of the Dead
in this story, marsupial humanoids and earthlings, remain silent for a distinct
period of time-which-isn’t for good reason; learning to know who one is, is a
prerequisite to learning who the other Dead are.
These
are a few social rules. Having higher consciousness is not free. Each pays the
Boatman.”
*
North
of Merlyn’s roughshod though comfortable wooden hut, sits our protagonist on
his smoothed stone Druid’s chair. This, the throne as it were, rests on a
well-laid non-granite slab to the immediate right of the large tall and stately
non-oak. Merlyn glances north into the spiritual configuration of a securely
woven cloth-like matrix to better dress the energetic and passionate cocoon of
Merlyn's very real heartansoulanmind. This sanctuary, a vivid dream in life
becomes a vivid reality in death.
To
the northeast of Merlyn’s chair rests the moss-blotched two-foot high flagstone
front stage ruins on which he had first magically danced as a child. Around and
beyond the stage are a continuation of a favorite Scottish meadow of grasses
and flowers. A brush of bluebells and ox-eyed white daisies sets to the left
and a caress of white foxglove and red poppies to the stone stage right. Further
north a large stand of Scottish Pine grows grandly tall on a higher rising
sloop. These are the quiet friends who interlace the solitude and Merlyn’s good
fortune.
On
Merlyn's nearer right is a great bald granite dome. Skirting the granite
mountain is a fence of purple heather. Watching his yellow sun rise over such a
large and handsome dome of graveyard recognized cemetery head stone is a
continual reminder to deadanliving Merlyn that his granite dome is how close
the present physical universe lies.
The
southern aspect of his domain lies in a valley of thick oak forest blotched
with hazel bushes and stands of birch. Further into southwest of this druid’s
domain are two wild apple trees with red melancholy thistles scattered about,
both a delight to Merlyn’s heart and mind.
Merlyn’s
private sanctuary to the West, not far from his hut and nearby granite slab on
which Merlyn sits, he can see through the slightly camouflage of well-leafed
young trees and bushes to the slowly moving narrow river. Merlyn has one-man tanned
leather and stick framed Celtic boat, a curragh,
resting on the bank. On the other side of the fishable stream stand tall and
majestic oak.
Quite
satisfied with his spirit’s projected surroundings, Merlyn glances up beyond
the blue and sun to see the faint outline of his basic chess-squared mind-spirit
weaving his imagination and reasoning into the design and reality of
heartansoulanmind. It is here that Merlyn flashes his entangled presence in the
heartansoulanmind of present day Richard Greystone, younger twin brother of
Robert. As such, Merlyn has met all of Grandma’s storytelling ghostly ancestors
of both the Greystone and the Bleacher families, some of them in his lifetime.
Such are the inter-connective realities a living person rarely zooms in on.
Merlyn calls this interconnection of ancestors soul-threading and in here Grandma Earth is the Needle.
*
Glancing
at his stage, Merlyn views a fellow spirit appearing beside his spirit created
ruins. "Hello, Merlyn, this is Sophia your friend, and leader of the First
Rebellion of the Dead."
***
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