0923
hours. I don’t like to think about the happenings on this day some twelve years
ago. But I think about them anyway. The heartansoulanmind, the human spirit,
apparently has it’s own consciousness.
There is something to this boy but it needs
clarification. Freud and others of the last century and before wrote of ego, id
and superego as well as consciousness, subconsciousness and unconsciousness.
Let’s begin, as is your wont, with definitions for your understanding in
context.
0939
hours. This will not work. The dictionary definitions appear too complex to
simplify or they are too simple in this context.
You are attempting to give a person’s human
spirit a separate identity to herorhis physical person (biology; emotion; and
intellect) because, in here, the human spirit’s natural tendency is to survive
physical death whether it wishes to or not. – Amorella
Yes,
this is correct.
In
context this is unreasonable. The human spirit is the person whether sheorhe
recognizes this as a fact or not. The human spirit is the holistic inner
essence of what one is.
** **
Holism - noun
1
: a theory that the universe and especially living nature
is correctly seen in terms of interacting wholes (as of living organisms) that
are more than the mere sum of elementary particles
Holistic -
adjective
1
:
of or relating to holism
2
: relating to or concerned with
wholes or with complete systems rather than with the analysis of, treatment of,
or dissection into parts <holistic medicine attempts to treat both
the mind and the body> <holistic ecology views humans and the
environment as a single system>
Edited from – Merriam-Webster (dot) com
** **
1005
hours. According to this, in my mind anyway, it is impossible for one to “know”
the complete whole or complete system of being human.
A human being can be better understood in
this context. By definition a human being cannot ‘know’ (realize to the full
extent what one is or in the whole of a species is in any particular moment). In
here, the blog and Merlyn books this ‘understanding’ is intuitive via only your
heartansoulanmind. What you are hoping the books will express is your insight
(whether true or false or in between) in such a way that it can be readily (pun
intended) understood by showing the intuition in action through the fingertips
to others. – Amorella
1035
hours. I can live with this better. I doubt the books will have the worth of
critics, but if there are such, they will need to read these notes as well as
the books thoroughly before coming up with just ‘giving opinions’. If anyone
has question sheorhe can read the damn notes and books first and settle it in
herorhis head, then formulate the questions. Otherwise such an ‘interview’ (which
I do not anticipate) would be a waste of my time. – rho
Ah, the real orndorff speaks to his audience
whether it is there or not. Very funny. – Amorella
Yes,
it is. This reminds me of Ionesco’s “The Chairs”. It was funny in its own way
too.
1432 hours. I have another draft; this one is Grandma 2.
This
is work, boy, but I sense your pleasure in doing it. Add and post. – Amorella
***
Grandma’s
Story 2 ©2013, rho (final) drafting
Grandma traces Homo sapiens’ genetic
Eve’s DNA through various storytellers known as shamans because they understand
Merlyn's use trancephysics. Trancephysics is a vehicle Merlyn uses to slide his
human spirit into the essence of
Captain Lamar, which is, in reality, the human spirit, the heartansoulanmind of
Richard Greystone, the younger brother of Robert.
One might consider trancephysics a
retro version of quantum entanglement in modern times. There are earlier
time-tested of trancephysics in the human spirit than your present livingandead
Merlyn is passing on in dreamtime. For
example, Sir Phillip Sydney, a tolerable Elizabethan poet of a few hundred
years back created two quiet philosophical lines about this trancephysics in
his poem, "Arcadia”.
My
truelove hath my heart, and I have his,
By
just exchange one for the other given . . .
Merlyn
deadanliving intuitively sides with the poet though he appreciates the modern
sciences, particularly those of Quantum Mechanics and Chaos Theory. Anyone who
has ever been deeply in love like Merlyn is with Vivian better understands the
intimate event poet Sir Phillip Sydney so eloquently described.
This
unconsciously connected ‘invisible bond’ is an undeniable human experience
beyond the “I love you’s” mutually understood between two or a family of people.
This trancephysical bond also extends among those who may rarely if ever meet
while living, and this is how it is between Merlyn and Richard Graystone and
all other humans living or having lived, share Glevema as a mother.
When Glevema physically died in an
accidental drowning she came to more fully understand her grandfather’s earlier
story of humans being both out among the stars and on the Earth at the same
time. She also discovered other heartsansoulsanminds already at the Place of
the Dead.
Glevema quickly realized these otherworldly
human-like spirits with heartsansoulsanminds appeared as she did. One of the
most noticeable differences between her and the other women was the manifestation
of a pouch on the lower belly. As Glevema was the first representative of
humankind to find her way to the Place of the Dead she was politely allowed to
stay, but once a few other human spirits followed their mother Glevema was
allowed, if she wished, to form an original Homo sapiens Place to more easily
comfort her descendants. Once removed the re-focused the human spirit continued,
out of curiosity if nothing else, to continuing an endless self-education.
Generations continued flourish and
spread flower-like until some ten thousand years ago when a descendant of
Glevema found herself on the British Isles mixing with a trading group from the
Continent now called Basques. These few Basques settled in lower western
Scotland. As the families mixed and grew, some moved on to Ireland while others
drifted to Wales and England. Five
thousand years later still in the Isles, another shaman of the same direct line
appeared. He had some tall tales centered on Mother Earth, the Sun, the Moon,
the Stars, and the Nature of human beings. Shaman told such stories in a make
believe circle on England’s Salisbury Plain. Here is Shaman’s story.
“I had a dream and I thought about this
for the next fifteen years. The dream was about a great Rebellion in the Place
of the Dead. The dream began with the cold, icy fingers of the Dead feeling
their way back to Mother Earth. The Dead do not go to Heaven or even to the Moon. The Dead are
still within us.” He continued, “If you cremate the Dead, their bones will be
blackened like the night. They will not have to see their bodies rotting and
the animals won’t dig them up, and the quicker they will be a part of Mother
again and best of all they will have no icy cold fingers reaching out for the
Living. Close the Land of the Dead with well placed stones. Stones don’t move
so easily as the spirits do.”
Grandma snickered. “Stones, a few of them, are like
bones,” she said, “line them up just right and they lie right in front of you,
that’s the truth of it.” She added with a wink or maybe two, “I got me a Merlyn
chant to take us from the past to the future dream.
From two venerable human hearts created
to sing
Return this story to where other
passions ring
The well-known druidess and druid will
do
In a similar spirit body that dresses
you.
Within a corridor where stirring
memories show
Vivien and Merlyn on Charon’s ferry
flow
This time when Grandma chants and hums,
A marching future this way drums.
***
Almost
time to head for bed. Carol made excellent stuffed peppers for lunch and you
had scrambled eggs with cherry tomatoes for supper. Enjoyed “Rizzoli and Isles”
then the news and ended television with Sunday’s “Unforgettable”. Plus you have
the first half of Pouch 2 ready. You can finish it tonight or tomorrow while in
Westerville. Carol decided not to go because of the cats and the fact it may
not rain tomorrow so watering the small shoots of grass coming up is important.
Next week Carol has the yard to be aerated and over seeded by your lawn
service, Nature Plus. - Amorella
2159
hours. I am planning to stay the night at Kim and Paul’s after the class
gathering then come back Friday. I may work some more tonight, then again,
maybe not. I did have a short nap before supper so I am feeling pretty good.
Post. - Amorella
2235 hours. I completed Pouch 2.
Add and post. - Amorella
***
Diplomatic
Pouch 2 ©2013, rho - (final) drafting
The
next morning Blake rambled down the stairs to find Pyl and Justin sitting at
the breakfast table with toast, cups of coffee and sections of Cleveland Plain Dealer unevenly placed.
"Morning," murmured Blake. Glancing out the large back kitchen window
and added, "Looks like quite a few dog walkers out at the park."
"Joggers
were out earlier," commented Justin.
"Right."
Pym
put down the editorial page and said, "Are you really willing to sell the
plane?"
"Three
hundred thousand is much more than it’s worth."
"Why
is that?" confronted Justin.
"Pyl and I were just talking about this."
Blake
walked to the cupboard for a mug, the refrigerator for skim milk, and the
pantry from instant cocoa mix. He tore the package open and added "Odd
that she brought up her top price rather than low-balling. I will say
that." He nuked the mixed milk and powdered cocoa.
Pyl
commented, "Justin thinks the woman has a strange mix of Boston accents. I
agree that it is unusual."
Blake
laughed, "Maybe she’s a business woman who studied to hide her family’s true
language accent." He surprised himself in sympathy but he hated the
culture injustice that sometimes comes from not speaking properly.
Pyl
caught his facial language and voiced, "You've taken a liking to her
sudden friendliness, huh, Blakey."
Justin
popped in with instant humor, "Sell the plane and gain a businessman’s wife,
is that the plan, old man?"
"Then
we'd have the plane back," joked Pyl.
"Don't
you two have some work to do today?"
"Just
to jerk your mind, brother dear."
“Why
don’t you two work with me, here. It is a family owned business." said
Blake dryly, hopefully wishing they would help run the company. “We can live here in the old family
house.” Blake trailed off in their immediate silence. He sighed a resignation
with, “You’re right, it wouldn’t work now any more than it would have worked
ten years ago.”
***
Midmorning.
Ship hovers well above the air traffic and well below any orbiting satellites.
Lake Erie is straight down. Friendly sits around a handsomely dark p2wooded
table-from-the-floor with Hartolite and Yermey. They are drinking a
good-for-you yummy twistanshake and nibbling on p1green-forest-nuttleberry
treats. All three sit bare breasted in colorful boxershort loungers relaxed on
comfortchairs down so their clean bare feet with well trimmed toe nails are
firmly snuggled in the greenest plushest living blades of grass this side of
HomePlanetsThree. Ship's floor is a living piece of bio-diverse machinery from
his outer hull to his antigravobars pulse that allows these three perspicacious
marsupial humanoids to serve as Ship's heart, Ship's humanity heart, but not
Ship's mind which mostly is his own.
The
worst that can happen is Ship, with for his living crew attached, will run
naked to HomePlanetsThree. When it comes to fight-or-flight the marsupial
humanoids have always had some place to run for their own survival and safety.
They have not had a stand-an-fight event for over twenty thousand earth years.
Social consciousness is means for this necessity.
"Do
you think he'll take your offer?" asks Hartolite.
Yermey
responds, "I'm more interested in why Ship allowed the Cessna wingtip's
touch. Ship knew the plane was close and he chose to do nothing until after the
touch."
With
gazed eyes narrowing Captain Friendly recounted, "Ship allowed a touch not
a collision. I too wonder about this. For now though we need to go with what is.
Unknowingly to her this woman Pill may have scientific evidence of our
existence to be analyzed, and there may be microscopic evidence, traces of
blackenot tissue, on the wingtip. I think still it would be easier to buy the
plane and allow them to make a healthy profit in the process. Besides, an
electromagnetic anomaly may have allowed the plane to tap Ship. Godofamily only
knows stranger things have happened to us in this galaxy.
"What
do we do?" questioned Hartolite. "Ship is autonomous as we came here
on our own orders, not from ParentsinCharge." At least this is my
assumption, she thought. If we don’t know the truth, surely Ship does.
Friendly
interrupted Hartolite’s thought by whispering, "We came to save this
species of primates from the most abominably of plagues, perhaps the same one
we had over twenty thousand years ago."
With
his impish smile Yermey calmed the notion with, "We cannot know this
plague is for certain.” Pausing in the further reflection of a man who is
nearly five hundred Earth years old said, “it is highly probable though, highly
probable." This he quietly reasoned, or otherwise I would not have
volunteered for this surreptitious expedition.
***
2250 hours. I feel better now that everything final is on
iCloud. I skimmed over this next chapter. The first word that comes to mind is
circumstance, but I might have thought that for the last chapter too. Slavery
and Control, I am not sure how this will be for twenty-one chapter title words
total. I would think though, that such words will all be within reason.
“Thought” comes to your mind and you re-skim Chapter Three thinking it might be better as you can see the point throughout.
I agree. We go with “Thought”.
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