1826 hours. I
finished Dead 10.
Indeed. Post. - Amorella
The Dead 10 ©2014,rho, (final) GMG.One
In
the stream of his sanctuary, Merlyn wet and naked rose near the bank, climbed
up and out and began a run from between birch and pine, through the vast field
of bluebells, behind the stage ruins, through the great paddock of white
foxglove and red poppy, and on through the meadowed pinkish white saxifrage;
then across the clearing of grassy field until he reached the flowering purple
heather near the east side of the sanctuary, the Oak and Birch forest. Coming
to rest he sat in the tall grass under a grand and tall Oak waiting for either
Vivian or Sophia to appear.
Shortly or however one judges time illusionary, Sophia peeked from around the
Oak. "Thought I'd find you here, Merlyn," voiced Sophia in a coyness
Merlyn surmised, borrowed from Vivian.
A loincloth fitted itself as his right hand padded the imagined ground next to
him. "Have a seat beside me on this fine grass.” Scooting over he added,
"Are we ready for another talk on how to tell the Living how it was in
those early days of the Rebellion?"
Sophia sighed, "I have been playing a scene between soul and heart.”
She
began, “It was on the evening of the first day and Mario, who was on my
committee, wanted to talk so he came over to my stone hut, my private
sanctuary. I asked him in and directed him to lie on the bed with me as I only
had one chair. I remember his first words as we lay facing one another with our
heads propped up by wool stuffed pillows.
Mario commented, “It is pleasant
enough here for a nighttime of sleep.”
I agreed. Being dead was indeed
momentarily heaven. Then he brought up his concern on how to know the Supervisor
when you see herorhim.
I
told him that unseen doesn't mean the Supervisor doesn't exist no matter
what name he responds to."
She
looked directly through Merlyn's old dark eyes and declared. "The
Supervisor has an interest in us still. Mario was concerned with deception
within our ranks; that we could not trust our fellow Greeks, and as such how
could we trust any of the Dead. Where are the other Dead?”
Smiling
broadly, Merlyn commented, "A wickedly good question old Mario had."
Sincere or not, Sophia always returned a smile. She continued, "It was
morning of the second day, and I remember what was important to me then and
should be important to the Living too."
Merlyn interrupted, "No should's or ought's with the Living,
Sophia. It is a rule we Dead must abide by."
Sophia turned slightly to better face Merlyn straight away. Startled, Sophia
saw only herself, her own spirit. She
reflected, “We thought if we
were not free in life then we would be free in death but that is not the case
in this Place. We ruminate and find camaraderie through our personal identity,
our personalities and our interests. The human center is Mother, our first who
founded in this Place. Mother is our common point. We are equal citizens through
our ancestry. We are a hive of sensibly silhouetted questions searching for
equally reasonable responses. What else can we do? The gods certainly don’t
always help. We don’t know, really, if they ever helped.”
She continued in earnest. "The question among we Dead is still who am I
first and who are we second. Is this question really more easily resolved after
life? Why am I here, is a question within life, why should it continue to be a
question after life? What shall I do here among the Dead? What did I do
in life? Heartansoulanmind settled. Then without a word from Merlyn, she recommenced.
This
is still not resolved even though the Supervisor, as a condition of the most
recent Rebellion, has regrouped us with other humane spirits who were once Marsupial Humanoids. They have the
same basic philosophical questions we do. As they are older spirits than
ourselves we have quickly come to identify our Place of the Dead, our Elysium
as HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither. We were here together all along, side by side so
to speak, and we did not realize the fuller nature of both of our similarly
spiritual species. Dead we are now of the same consciousness, but what meaning
for life and continued life after physical death give to us?
Merlyn sat Buddha-like contemplating his ancient
Greek friend, Sophia. He humbly remarked, "There was much more to Life
than we know; and now we know that there is also much more to being Dead."
Merlyn’s
worded spark struck Sophia. ‘If we
can now learn more from the ancient Marsupial Humanoids about what it is to be
Dead, then this is what we can give to the Living.’
***
You and Carol had a relaxing day at home
watching Downton Abbey and a few other shows you had not seen. Cold it was and
is, a minus ten degrees below zero at the moment. – Amorella
2217 hours. I didn’t feel like writing or
doing much of anything today. We have had lots of house noises, pops and bangs
and such. I walked out to pick up the emptied trash and time I got back to the
garage door I could literally feel the warmth being sucked right out of me.
Originally I was going to pull out the car to put the carts back but decided to
wait on that until tomorrow. Wednesday it will be much warmer but still below
freezing. I did put on a winter coat that I have only worn once some many years
ago to go to the barber shop but it turns out they were closed due to snow and
cold. I’ll try again tomorrow.
Post, boy. Time for bed. - Amorella
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