Carol is still at lunch with retired teacher
friends who together earlier volunteered to help package goods at the Matthew
25 Ministries in Blue Ash. You went to lunch with old retired teacher friends
at Mason. A few moments ago you listened to Dead 5 and made a couple of changes
on the spot (the reading continued). You are not sure you understood what was
written so we need to go over the background in more detail. – Amorella
Carol
arrived home and you went out for your walk in the park and now are at McD’s on
Kings Mill near Kings Island. Carol is on page 27 of Grisham’s book The
Racketeer. Last night you watched the first of the season “Revenge” and the
new show “Blacklist” which you both (surprisingly) enjoyed, especially the
acting and pace in “Blacklist”. This morning you watched an episode of
“Rebellion”. You also erased some new shows that neither of you have been too
excited about.
1531 hours. It is a lot noisier at
McD’s than at the cemetery, plus Carol is listening to Bloomberg’s “Taking
Stock” on Sirius/XM. I feel rather awkward with problems comprehending Dead 5.
I’m not saying the esoteric content is incorrect because I am not sure.
You are home and have finished Time
magazine, which arrived today. Carol is cutting her flowers back now that the
birds have finished with the seeds. We will deal with this by creating an
outline of the content. Certainly if you are having problems other less
esoteric centered readers might also have. – That’s what this work is about
orndorff – a little fictional clarity beyond the grave. The point is that if
the book can reason out the plausibility of how it might be, some readers may
find it psychologically settling, particularly those who already have doubts,
like yourself, of how the Beyond is or even if there is a Beyond. Certainly you
see the greater humor in this don’t you, boy? –Amorella
1622 hours. I do. There is nothing
like a hangman building a reasonable gallows for himself.
This is a good theme-oriented place to post. Later, my
friend. - Amorella
Out again after the cats were fed;
this time for two Graeter’s kids’ cups – a double chocolate chip and a black
cherry chocolate chip, along with a quick stop at Kroger’s on the corner of Tylersville
and Cox. Make a new working copy of Dead 5 and we’ll go through and number/underline
first, then we’ll put them to a list to reason through. – Amorella
2213 hours. I chose another path,
Amorella. I feel this has the clarity the first (final) draft did not. This
content I understand in a fuller flavor.
Within reason whatever works. Add and post.
- Amorella
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The Dead 5 ©2013 (final) draft (B) for GMG.One
Merlyn
sat in his sanctuary on the rock in front of his comfortable hut-of-a-home on
the meadow in the river valley mostly surrounded by hill and forest and that
huge granite dome to his northeast. No billiards this time around, his mind
acquiesced to his heartfelt surroundings and his heart in turn assented to his
soul. Merlyn’s out loud assessment, “I love this solitude.”
A
known feminine voice unfolds within: “This is your soul surrounding your
heartanmind, Merlyn.” He had heard the Voice before as an intimate tonal
similar to the Voice he also hears in his sanctuary, these are the voices of
his two favorite pets in life, the great horned owl and the fox. Good teachers
are both still. I wonder, is my soul, my natural ghost, a greater teacher than
are my owl and fox? And, if so or naught, why?”
I
listen to my pets as I always have. It is only right that I listen to my ghost
also. A spirit who, soul or not, is a slice of my honest underlying nature. In
continued reflection Merlyn glances to his north woods to see his great horned
owl appear on the high limb of an Oak as his pet fox rolls his reddish brown
coat in the meadow grass below. How is it that at times I observe fox and owl
eating? This is my sanctuary yet I
have not commanded food for their habitual nourishment. Neither needs food nor
do I. What self, what consciousness does my Spirit feed on that I am unaware?
Merlyn’s
soul’s Voice burrows into membrane of unconsciousness whispering, “Listen
closely, Merlyn. Ancient prophetic music is close at heart.”
Intuitively
tuned, Merlyn waits then forthwith he hears a twinning heartbeat. I know this
friend ruminates Merlyn. He is a familiar connection from my journey back into
the Rebellion of Ten Thousand, another shaman-like figure, Ezekiel of Israel.
Ezekiel’s
presence diffracted the shadows within Merlyn’s inexplicably unfolded persona. A single prophetic ray plunged through
Merlyn’ mind. ‘Ezekiel is as a sunbeam breaking through and into the deepest of
still water.
Heart-surprised,
Ezekiel uttered, “This is the least angelic of all my old friends. This is
Merlyn here and within. What came next was an interweaving
event-in-descriptive-mind that heartansoul neither dead man could have expected
to shared at any point in timelessness –
“It is the beginning and my spine shivers. I am inside and there is no
way out. My forearms shiver. My fingers are cold. I am a forming of ice on the
Great River JordenanStyx. I am EzekielanMerlyn dancing within blue a string of
red poetic devices – I do not exist and am able to reflect only on the real
meaning of righteousness encircled within a little understood aspect of
humanity’s double helix.
As Ezekiel continues wandering
his own sanctuary’s desert Merlyn speaks in wonder . . . “I sit beyond
the turbulence. Deadanliving, I find it is not so easy crossing the eternal
sand shifting between another heart and soul and mind no matter who this
surreptitious bridge may be. How much more difficult is it for living heartsansoulsanminds
that are not nearly so fully human as we, the Dead?
Solidification comes within an
impossible thought. The human spirit solidifies from formless ice in mindansoul
while the stoned heart in a private contemplates: we, Ezekiel and Merlyn, are observed by whom?
Merlyn breaks off this
considered event deeming it no more real than imagination becoming wonderment. The
here and now in Merlyn is nearly unbound of past life-in-death. Margins of
error become fixed and his heartansoulanmind transcends into working letters of
DNA code.
Sharing is humanity understood.
Righteousness is essentially a wordless understanding of one soul to another.
Righteousness is what is real from Heaven to Earth and Earth to Heaven.
Righteousness is thickest of
ethereal waters in which only the noblest of spirits may pass.
Merlyn settles as he assumes his
shaman-like friend Ezekiel settles, for once forgetting he is dead, Merlyn
thinks aloud, “I am fully alone as I feel the Boatman’s keel sliding over my resurrected
spine.”
A few wingless readers smile knowingly; Merlyn and Ezekiel are not alone within whatever color they are read.
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