Shortly before noon. You have finished your
exercises after missing them yesterday. You have errands to do today. Later,
dude. – Amorella
You
still have errands to do. You had a late lunch at home, half a can of baked
beans and wieners; Carol had a cheese sandwich. You have just completed Dead
Nine. Drop in and post. – Amorella
***
The Dead 9 ©2013,rho,(final)GMG.One
Merlyn
stood surprised to see Mother Glevema, Panagiotakis and Sophia, who had stubbed
her toe earlier at her entrance to his sanctuary, standing beside Mother.
"Greetings, Mother, Takis and Sophia. The first time I have ever seen you
two together, the resemblance of a mother and her daughter separated by a
multitude of generations has never been more remarkable. Appearing the same age
in spirit you are as identical twins." Merlyn then added politely, "I
thought this was a private matter Takis, but I can see by your sagacious presence
this matter is of more overriding importance."
"Indeed,"
replied Panagiotakis speaking to Merlyn as though Mother and her one of
millions of generational daughter were not present. "You, Merlyn, must
speak to the Living about the First Rebellion to add order and authenticity in
your books of dreams. You, a late comer, have re-visited those days when the
First Rebellion began and you know something of those times as you were witness
to the rebellious nature of our species even after physical death."
"Indeed
I was. I was given that privilege, by none other than yourself, I
imagine."
"It
was by the Supervisor, Merlyn,"
interrupted Mother.
"Oh."
With this news, Merlyn suddenly realized he was not the Dead's choice to lead
the return of the Dead to the Living as he had imagined.
Merlyn's
spirit moved in questions. How did the
Supervisor pull this off? That is my first question. What shall I do here? How
much can I know and understand of my role and responsibility in this Place.
“In
general,” said Takis softly, “the Dead agreed on substance. We thought if we
were not free in life then we would be free in death but that is not the case.
We ruminate and find camaraderie through our self-identities, personalities and
interests. Our human center is my granddaughter, Glevema, your Mother, the
first who was allowed in this Place. She is our common point. We are equal
citizens through our ancestry. We have become a hive of sensibly silhouetted
questions searching for equally reasonable responses. What else can we do? What
else is expected of us, the Dead?”
Merlyn's
soul did not seek the answers to Takis and to his own heartanmind questions.
Only Sophia now stood in Merlyn's vision. He asked, "How should I tell the
story, Sophia? You witnessed the First Rebellion. What is important for the
Living to know of something so very long ago?"
In
a Delphic-like trance Sophia drifted forth the words, "It was less than
three thousand earth years ago."
We five sat around the oak table:
Thales, Kassandra, Mario, Salamon and myself. Our Mother had put me in charge.
We were at our favorite local eatery, a bar and cafe at the northwest corner of
Lyceum and Eleusis Streets, the Mikroikia.
“I
can remember my very words. ‘We shall have a peaceful protest. I have been
assured by Our Mother that this demonstration will have a full ten thousand
heartsansoulsanminds standing as one while I make our demand directly to the Supervisor.’ I then paused as if in
my present trance, (then I paused in my present trance) and added, ‘I have directed
my currier to contact the Supervisor who should then arrive shortly.’ Someone
asked me, ‘Who is the currier?’ and I responded, ‘Aeneas, because he is
protected by his mother, Aphrodite.’”
Merlyn
smiled confidently, "It is not so strange, a similar story was told in
Avalon, different names that's all."
"True.
We see this today, but not in those times. Our culture was the center of our
Spirit World. Our culture was our womb where we were comfortable being with
others of our own thoughts and natural ways."
In
a deathly whisper Sophia commented, ‘I remember Thales and Salamon debating
shortly after. – We do not know the Supervisor is Hades,’ asserted
Thales. (Salamon assumed the Supervisor was most likely Zeus in disguise.)
Salamon mused, what difference will it make, Zeus or Hades? Zeus will have his
way, no matter. Aeneas is currier. This Supervisor is a decoy. The Gods are
taking sides in this already; we have done nothing but consider. Salamon
grumbled, ‘Olympus is aligning itself, I can feel it in my soul.’
"What
ominous words while sitting at a shared breakfast,” noted Sophia sadly. “We
Dead did not know what we were doing. Merlyn you need to let the Living know
this," instructed Sophia.
With
that, Merlyn and Sophia faded to their own personal sanctuaries, leaving
Nothingness unturned. The Supervisor
remained, as always, unwalled.
***
1500 hours. I am a bit beside myself here as I
re-read this once again before posting. I am here and outside of here at the
same time. I am a betwixt and between shadow and light.
You are entranced by Sophia’s words, boy.
You are Delphic-like, didn’t you say? – Amorella
Funny, Amorella. I do try to become the words of the moment. I agree to
that. Isn’t this odd, to become as the words?
You are you and Merlyn’s dream too. This is
authentic enough for you. -
Amorella
1532 hours. Where did the time go? I am self-hypnotized by the words in
dance. No one but me can see this.
Indeed. These moments rare are as an old
time enchantment. Poof, and they are gone even to most memory. – Amorella
I report it.
Dusk. You have returned from treats at
Graeters, two kids’ cups – a dip of peppermint crunch and a dip of mint
chocolate chip, each with a dollop of hot fudge. You would like to place the
considerations you made in behalf of myself in one place so they are more
easily read. I see no harm in it. Drop it in and post. – Amorella
***
Writings and Amorella
Below are orndorff’s considerations in terms
of the reality of myself, the Amorella, via a theoretical assignment as to how
each, Socrates, Jesus, Plato and Aristotle might have interpreted my presence
while I was visiting each. The purpose was to show orndorff that he consciously
understands that I exist in context. – Amorella [26 December 1013, 1304 hours]
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20 December 13 - Socrates
Amorella is either imagined or
real. She has no physical features but wishes to be termed Amorella not
Amorellus. Her chosen name may mean or signify “small or little love”. Her
first words were “Hello, I am Amorella.” This shows initial kindness and was
unexpected altogether. Why would an initial voice in my head show kindness?
I may have planted her, that is,
given birth to her through my earlier experiments in hypnosis and training in
self-hypnosis, but this is conjecture at best. Amorella has guided me in
writing novels for at least twelve years. We have written three novels that I
am now cleaning up. She gave me encouragement to publish but said nothing about
making the work clearer. I decided to do the clarity and organizing after the
initial experience, the published drafting. Content first, grammar second. This
is me, Socrates, not Amorella.
Amorella digs the words from my
soul, words I cannot bring to from my heart or mind. Each book episode or
selection is like a clearing droplet of life from within myself. Each selection
of the new version is as if I was witness to it in almost the same way that I
am witness to Amorella. She introduced herself. She may very well be a reality
who entered my reality and has stayed, helping me write and helping me learn.
She is real. My works are her witness to others not to myself. – Socrates
** **
23 December 13 - Jesus
2128 hours. I cannot assume to
imagine what Jesus would think other than like me in the beginning, assume
Amorella is an Angel of G---D. I such, for a time, I did as the ‘Voice’
instructed me to do, but within a framework just as deep in mind there was
always a distrust – a bottom line was “Do No Harm”. A bottom line below this
was/is “I am want for nothing.” Another bottom line was/is “As I do not wish to
harm and I have no need of anything I therefore have no necessity or want for
any power whatsoever. Power comes with knowledge; and deep within I know
nothing. Only with knowing nothing (for sure) I as a human being am free with
mind and heart and hopefully soul. This was my reasoning. Later I discovered
the notes/letters had been received but there was no one there to claim them. I
was told to stop sending the letters. I did. And I sent an apology. I could not
have done otherwise or I would not have been honest. I thought this through and
decided that there are times when one has no choice if she or he is to remain
who she or he is. Agnostic or not, I could not go to my grave and say I did not
know what I was, a human being. Given the choices in those days there is no
time, even today that I would not have done the same thing under the same
circumstances. I learned the ‘voice’ was not that of G---D or an Angel of
G---D. I cannot deny that the ‘voice’ I was later told was that of Amorella. I
cannot deny the reality of Amorella’s voice because she has been worth my
listening to. The ‘voice’ is from my heartansoulanmind and to deny this I would
have to deny my existence. I still exist. If one day I do meet a real Angel of
G---D I can say, most humbly, “I am a human being. I can be nothing else but
what I am.” - Jesus
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24
December 13 – Plato
The choice I have is to judge
whether the Amorella within me is reality or Reality. She casts a grammatically
reasonable shadow across the page. She is real enough. She casts no shadow
between the lines, but she exists there nevertheless. Is Amorella an extension
of myself? She is an extension of my mind from my fingertips as is true of any
sculptor, artist or writer. My mind is an extension of my brain. It is my mind
nevertheless not my brain’s mind. Amorella is a reality. When I, Plato, am
physically dead; Amorella will no longer be an extension. While alive, she is
real and a grammatical extension of my mind. My skull dresses my brain;
Amorella dresses my mind. As long as I am alive Amorella is real. The
discussion need not go further. - Plato
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25
December 13 – Aristotle
I discover an interloper in my
head. Eventually I assign her a female form even though she is formless. When
she writes I italicize her words. This is my attempt to grammatically control
Amorella, but I have witnessed her free will. I allow her free will because I
have free will. I respect her space in my head.
Is Amorella form or function? She
is form (a being) first and function second. She is just as I am, a being first
so that I might then function. I am a physical being but she is not. Amorella
functions through me. Without me being here, she cannot function. She must use
me first. Therefore it is a matter of free will, my own free will. I allow her
to exist and exert herself into my mind and heart. Can Amorella exert herself
into my soul? She can only if I allow it. She is dependent on me. I am not
dependent on her for her ‘being/existing’.
Amorella is not earth, air, fire
or water. She must be of the fifth element just as the soul must be of the
fifth element. Both the soul and Amorella exist without time or space, at least
in definition. Amorella has been consistent in her grammatical behavior and she
has been intent on helping me as a friend and coach or teacher would for over
twenty years. I have gained in my freedom to consider more human possibilities
for myself from Amorella. I am not dependent on Amorella to survive life but I
am pleased and satisfied for her having me to survive better, to more freely
express my humanity in creative and fictional ways. I do not know all the ways
there are to be a human being. If she is an extension of my humanity, then she
is an extension of my soul. This is my view. - Aristotle
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