Mid-afternoon.
After spending most of the morning sleeping you reluctantly did your exercises
and surprising you felt a little better afterwards. You have been taking
antibiotic pills that have been outdated since 2005 but you are feeling
somewhat better but not anywhere up to par. At noon Carol had an appointment to
pick up her regular pair of new state of the art glasses and she marvels how
much better she can see. As you were in Kenwood for the glasses you had your
usual lunch at Potbelly’s and stopped at Barnes and Nobel at Fields-Ertel to
look at books on Canada for next September’s four couples trip to the Niagara
Falls and Toronto area. Presently you are waiting for Carol at Kroger’s on
Mason-Montgomery Road before heading home and a bit more rest. – Amorella
1450 hours. While at Potbelly’s one of my old student’s father recognized
me first and said hello. I had his son Tony B. who was the Mason High School
class with Kim in 1997, and the last time I saw Tony B. was at the class’ ten-year
reunion. Tony B. is leading a talk somewhere in the Kenwood area and his dad
was passing time at the restaurant waiting to pick him up. It is always nice to
see parents of former students as well as the students themselves.
1612
hours. After a nap I have (final) Dead 16 ready.
So you do, drop in and post. – Amorella
***
(final) Dead 16 ©2014, rho GMG.One
Merlyn sat comfortably on the green
meadow under his favorite spiritual Oak in his sanctuary. The Scottish
bluebells were in his left in his peripheral vision and the stone stage ruins,
north, directly ahead, the white daisies beyond and the white foxglove and red
poppy at his right peripheral. This is one of very many pleasant days in my
home of homes, the great druid thought. The grass is green as is the felt on
billiard table in my mind. I am the solid yellow ball in this thought and I am
sitting next to the larger cue ball in the center table. This is a reflection
on ancient Elysium and its rules. I still hear the Supervisor in a voice hardly a whisper. HeranHis Being is alone shout enough. This is
what he once said to me, and only a whisper is what is needed be.
"This
is the Supervisor. Elysium, the
ancient Greek Place of the Dead, works on what is presently known in science.
The connection between the Dead and the Living is in the mind’s perception. The
Living help cultivate the Dead through their self-learning and through
expanding the dimensions of human experience.
Everyone contributes through self-education, what one learns in and from
life is taken with the Dead. The human mind, if you will, serves as a
serendipitous taxi service. The Dead, of course, are out of time; therefore
have a more easily develop theory, which they inversely pass on to the Living.
The River Styx is the conduit, for whatever the river is in actuality, it is a
Form that carries a current of new ideas and concepts both to the Living from
the Dead and from the Dead to the Living.
The Dead understand
the air of Elysium is as their genetic Eve Mother’s eyes. She is at the heart
of the heartsansoulsanminds of the elected ten thousand. Orders are few and far
between, but when deeply heartfelt by Mother commands are intuitively
understood. Most children of all ages understand this process, though it is
more simply communicated among the Dead.
All
DNA Eve’s children recognize a truth when they feel it from the inside out.
Feeling is not declaring however, and in here, true translation from one sense
to another is not so easily accomplished no matter how heartfelt the feeling
may be.
To
absolve a few questions between the two social terms, the elite and the
proletariat, for instance, I’ll say each individual is judged equally, but how
the person lived is, in part, up to how the person chose to live her-or-his
common life under the circumstances she-or-he lived. These souls are built for
humanities’ protection and are similarly constructed. Hearts and minds are also
distinct individual qualities.
The only roost an individual controls is herorhis own. This sharpens the
sense of Free Will. The Dead have no fear of other people. Among the Dead,
Marsupialese-humanoid or Homo sapiens, exists the nature to grow, to mature
within the individual heart and mind and the grandness of the species as a
whole. This is a necessity not a rule. Why else would there be a conscious
existence beyond the grave?
While
I, the Supervisor, am observing an
individual heartansoulanmind, herorhis soul experiences the fact of being
observed. This experience may cause a teeter-totter of heart and mind in the
deepest or lightest of once unconscious levels. This is how it is confined to
one’s humanity, to one’s ever-free spirit.
This
experience, in a mixed play with Free Will, results in subtle changes in an
individual’s contemplation. Contemplation is one thing; human attitudes and
behaviors are another.
The
general cultural virtues and vices of your two species are separated into
various qualities which are noted in an alphabetical order: Abstinence,
Avarice, Chastity, Diligence, Envy, Gluttony, Humility, Kindness, Liberality,
Lust, Patience, Pride, Sloth and Wrath.
The
Marsupial humanoids and the Homo sapiens and other species with like spiritual
attributes are not to be toyed with. I wish all naturally gifted species such
as yours, well.
"I
understand," replied Merlyn as if he were speaking to a Presence that may
or may not be. I am watched and even read, thought Merlyn. By whom I am not
sure. I am not even half an ounce in weight. I could be sucked in and out of a
living lung and never know the difference. I am though. The dark pupils that
bring me sight are scattered in letter-forms on ghostly white. I exist in the
eye of the Supervisor and thus, I am dead
and not dead both at once no matter what shape-shifting my pupils conduct
themselves.
***
You had left over Papa John’s pizza for
supper while watching on older unwatched “NCIS LA” then you checked out NBC and
ABC News broadcasts at least some of each. You have developed a headache and a
terribly excruciating cough. Tomorrow you will do what Carol suggested you do
today see the doctor. She has breakfast with two of her retired friends. Ann
drives to your house from the Otterbein Retirement Community in Lebanon and
Carol drives on to First Watch. You did complete The Brothers Sixteen. Drop it
in and post. – Amorella
2023 hours. I am tired and don’t feel so good.
Add
and post, boy. – Amorella
***
(final)
The Brothers 16 ©2014, rho GMG.One
The brothers pulled up beside to the
neatly white clapboarded and brown-trimmed one time church now a book store,
climbed out of Richard's red GTI and walked over to the austere entrance below
the copper clad roof of the bell tower. Once inside they made their way between
mazes of mostly neat book filled rows and intermixes of interesting cubbyholes
and wall fixtures to the back of the first floor.
Coming up the back corner they
spotted two dark green overstuffed chairs midst a chaos of book cover colors
which gave the simple framed backdrop walls the appearance of large abstract
art forms stacked in various sized three-dimensional rectangular blocks of
color. The two sat down haphazardly into the puffed chairs before perusing
through nearby book sections then to the second floor and returning to the
corner area on their own. Richard arrived first.
While other customers bustled about
Richard grumbled to himself, "Other than my kindly Marsupial humanoids
helping us out, God’s promise to Sarah and Abraham is the only hope I can come
up."
He sat a few more minutes then spied
a Hebrew Bible in English on the nearby table and thumbed through Genesis until
he found Chapter 22:15 which reads, “And the angel of the LORD called unto
Abraham a second time out of heaven, (16) and said: 'By Myself have I sworn,
saith the LORD, because thou hast done this thing, and hast not withheld thy
son, thine only son, (17) that in blessing I will bless thee, and in
multiplying I will multiply thy seed as the stars of the heaven, and as the
sand which is upon the seashore; and thy seed shall possess the gate of his
enemies; (18) and in thy seed shall all the nations of the earth be blessed;
because thou hast hearkened to My voice.'” All nations, thought Richard, this is pretty inclusive, but
how do I keep the religion out of it?
Robert came over
from the nearby bookstand, “What did you find?” he asked.
“I found an old Hebrew-English
Bible on the table, a 1917 edition, and I have the reference of God’s promise
to Abraham in Genesis.”
"Don't
bring in any miracles," commented Robert, "the book is fiction enough
as it is. What do you think human beings would do knowing they had help from
God?"
"Then
I'll have to leave it to my marsupials," said Richard, who then paused and
continued, "I agree wholeheartedly. I have to leave God out of this; no
religion," he thought, "and no politics."
"There's
politics in King Arthur's Court too. So, you're stuck with politics, noted
Robert, "And, what about the Druids and the Christians? You can't go
deleting their religions either." He glanced at his poetry book,
"This is $9.95, not bad. I thought you set up the Marsupials having a
religion or two also."
"Mom
always said to stay away from religion and politics."
"You're
stuck, my man. Are you going to get the book? I'm ready to go."
"Might
as well." He pushed himself up. "Old Bibles are rather classy in any
case."
"Some
are worth a penny or two," remarked Robert.
They
paid for the books and to the car heading silently back to Riverton. "What
are you going to do about the religion and politics?"
"I
don't know. I don't want this to become like the Left Behind series."
"What
about Earth Abides and I Am Legend?"
"Well,
see, it's been done. You've got The Stand
and The Plague. And, in my
original Braided Dreams I had a twin
Earth almost wiped out. The apocalypse has been done to death."
They
rode in the mutual appreciation of silence and upon pulling in the driveway
Cyndi came out the side door, waited for Richard to lower the window and said,
"I'm going to pick up Connie. Rob do you want a ride?" He responded
affirmatively then said, "Dickie has a problem related to religion and
politics in his book, what do you think he ought to do?"
He
was hardly out the door when Cyndi replied, "Ignore them both. That's what
most people do today anyway. People are too busy to put up with the crazies in
either politics or religion."
"There
you go, bro. Listen to your woman. Avoid both as if they were a plague."
Shortly
Richard was left in silence. Bible in hand he decided to philosophy in the
rocking chair on the front porch sitting up straight and formal like his favorite
grandpa used to do.
***
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