Late morning. Carol is going over the mail and you found that the
appointment with State Farm is for tomorrow at one so Carol is going to the
appointment and you are going to the doctor’s appointment. You awoke from a
morning nap caused in part by aching arthritic joint areas in knees, hips, elbows
and fingers. Must be the weather, you think. Jadah was comforting off and on,
which is helpful as she is a very sensitive-to-the-needs-of-others cat. You and
Carol adore her continuing petite kitten-like qualities. Spooky too, has some
but not nearly so much. She peeks in from time to time and checks out Carol and
yourself, sometimes sitting near Carol’s feet but she mostly looks out the
window and loves to smell the fresh outside air of the warmer weather. On
another subject, your thank you yesterday was sincere but since you have had
second thoughts on overdoing the politeness thinking it might be stilted and
not sincere at all. I would tell you boy if this were the case. This way you
can better see the problems that develop between your heart and mind. –
Amorella
1141 hours. Carol has come up and is taking a nap-over-the-blanket
herself. Jadah is under the window cleaning meticulously preparing for her own
sojourn into curled sleep. I wonder why I have this tendency to over-think
things.
Sometimes your doubts keep you on an even
keel other times you feel there must always be reasons, mostly underlying and
selfish, for thoughts, motivations and actions. ‘Me-first’ is a childish and
normal reaction. ‘You-first’ is too polite and difficult to justify because it
asserts that the ‘me’ is less than the ‘you’ and that doesn’t seem properly
fair or just because everyone is supposed to be equal which you know by
observation is not true, people are not equal except supposedly under the law,
which you know is not always equal in practice. This comes back to ‘respect’.
You do not feel that many of the written laws on the books of any country,
political or otherwise, were written first out of ‘respect’ to the individual;
they were written for lesser intent and therefore, in your mind, are not as
valid. Too much lawyer scribed with control leaning social powers inscribed for
the greater good. You can see this in action in second amendment and abortion
rights controversies in your country. Many people see this and don’t like how
the world is in this context – mostly it comes down to lack of respect for the
individual or lack of respect for the tribe. – Amorella
1201 hours. This I understand in full and I am happy it is in print
where I can better study it. This is too much to think on in real life but
perhaps the marsupial humanoids have a way they deal with laws being created
out of respect for the individual and the tribe. Obviously compromise must be
meant but first out of respectful reasons for all not for social control or
lack of respect for the individual or the tribe as a whole. I don’t like to
think about how many laws are mere manipulations of power and greed for one
group over another. The medieval merchant prince comes to mind so this has been
ongoing for some time. The Magna Charter is an attempt to curtail the power of
the king. Today it would be a Charter to curtail the power of the rich and
power hungry people. At the same time the poor and mostly powerless people also
have developed a have-not culture that allows for the lack of respect for self
and well as others within the tribe. This is overridingly economic. Is this the
reason for the marsupial humanoids to have developed a zero tolerance by
allowing people the same amount of money per year for many different types of
work?
This was their choice based mostly on the
Golden Rule. Some are still dissatisfied and feel this is unjust just as most
earthlings would, but they find other ways to fulfill their desires. Socially
it goes back to the babes. With pouches children can be more easily shared and
are. As such the families have a tendency to have at least four partners rather
than two because it is easier to raise the children this way and some have as
many as fifteen. Usually though five to seven adult members is the average.
Work is respected because the work is for the good of the society as a whole.
Doing more with less is the heart of the economic system while the family
system is having a better, stronger, more content family unit with a few more. People
move from one family to another from time to time, at least most do, and this
is expected, much in the same way friends sometimes move on, as it were, and
develop new friends based on a variety of personal and social reasons, one is
called mixing-the-flowers. Rearranging-the-flowers might be a better
translation. This allows for a natural continual growth of both the individual
and the tribe. – Amorella
1238 hours. I can take in only so much at a time. I like that your tone
gives this a plausible reality among these people. They should be treated with
respect just as they would be expected to treat our cultures with respect.
This is the basis of Friendly, Hartolite and
Yermey’s thinking – the reason for coming to Earth in the first place – to see
how it is to interact with Earthlings which they do more of in book three, but
that was not the plan. This all seemed well and good until they actually
arrived and were overwhelmed with how living on Earth is and how young-minded
and short-lived these Earthlings are compared to themselves. It was all
textbook and philosophy until they arrived and observed first hand. ‘Now what
do we do?’ took over. Ship helped make the initial decision, keeping it on the
same playing field – three adults meeting three adults – the blend of two earth
males and two marsupial humanoid females seemed a good one as the total group
of six is only one less than the average seven on homeplanets – the two males
more dominant in one system and the two females more dominant in the other system.
– Amorella
1251 hours. This is good. I can understand this because of its
reasonableness and also because both sets of humanities have to deal with the
real worlds in which they are accustomed.
Carol just awoke. You said you would pay for
lunch out of your savings for a change, and suggested Longhorn, Cracker Barrel
or Olive Garden. Enough for the present. Post. - Amorella
You had an excellent lunch of salmon and steak at Longhorn’s plus Jen
was serving, and she always adds to the pleasant atmosphere. Carol is in
Kroger’s on Tylersville for essentials, such as bananas for breakfast. You are
wondering on Ship and his decision to tap the Cessna. – Amorella
1501 hours. I am. Did he do this on his own or was he receiving
additional secret directions from ThreePlanets? The reason I ask is because
though Friendly and her crew did this trip on their own it would seem in the ParentsinCharge
interest to gain something from this rebellious enterprise as well as to
protect themselves knowing that if fewer Earthlings are involved the less
chance there is for a mishap. If I were in charge of hidden operations that
would certainly be on my mind. Besides, with Yermey along there would be a
balance; who else better to be along than their intellectual spokesman, the
aging Yermey. Particularly after the dimensional mishap in book one with
chapter four of book one, Braided Dreams.
** **
First Encounter: 1988
(Marsupials
and Earthlings)
Edited by Friendly, the First
Earth Day: 14 June 1988
Fragment A
I,
who was about to be known ever afterwards as Friendly, the First, was about to
peel my invisibility suit of blackanot off when the human Mexito respectfully
walked passed one of his partners, Marianne, and headed directly towards me.
How he detected me in advance was never made clear. Mexito is a very unusual
human. The four, two women, Marianne and Karlina and the two men, Mexito and
Marianne were the only known survivors on the planet. I floated from within the
flushed reddish hue surrounding me as I stepped to solid Earth for the first
time.
I immediately became the first official visitor from HomePlanets
to Earth. I spread my arms, hands, and fingers wide to signify friendship.
However, Marianne imagined me an angel of her Godofamily. Marianne later
commented that she believed she was in the presence of an angel whose skin
reflected burnt reddish color of a sunrise. Though from their points of view,
the sun had already set on their species a year earlier.
Mexito’s
noted the angel-woman (myself) had a wide horizontal pocket beneath, and he
observed my a bare chest with light, baby-like hair covering flesh and ribs,
but showing no breasts and nipples, he assumed I was wearing a body suit and
was not naked at all. When I later discovered his error, I was surprised and
upset he and the others did not recognize my nakedness. I had no weapons which
was the point of the demonstration. I never dreamed Mexito would consider me an
angel. Mexito did not speak standard English well and though this is not
representative of his true dialect, we decided to use this as a reminder of
that fact as well as for clarity.
Mexito
recollected: “When I shake angel’s hand, I surprised she be warmer and wetter
than me. The angel from hole-in-the-air have a dark pad of short, fine curl
hairs on her belly suit. Dark curl hair follow the pouch to the crotch like her
suit be ruffled from her falling. Her fingers be soft and clean with short cut
nails. She be having five fingers on each hand like me. She be having two feet,
each with five toes, two ankles, tow legs, torso, two forearms, two elbows.
Angel be having a rib cage, and two shoulder blades just like me. The
angel-lady be with broad and joyful smile of shiny white teeth. Angel-lady’s
neck be same with me, and she be having wholesome ears and nose attached below
her kindly face. She be the prettiest of angels, and she be whispering wordless
secrets to me.”
Mexito
continued from our dictation: “Angel-lady be having emerald and wet eyes,
especially her right eye be wet with feelings as I see her directly as she be.
Her right, thin eyebrow be raised, and she be having a woman’s hair on her
head. I watch rosy skin color fade as she be borne-in-the-air, but standing on
ground she be having a cut and bruise near blood running on lower left ear. I
wonder how angel blood feel, and she let me touch. It be warm like my blood so
I be thinking she be a lady-angel instead of angel-lady. She be a striking,
lady glorious, a sky mother who come to life from hole-in-the-air.”
This
shows Mexito’s nature best. Mexito can be words alone. He is that honest and
clear-thinking. Fargo and I grew to love him best. For all our civilization and
technology the human reader can add at least an extra twenty-thousand years to
your own. Yet, in our own ideal we would like to be as Mexito in our hearts. We
think this is an interesting factual observation of ourselves. When we observe
others of another species, we learn about ourselves as well.
***
This next sequence of events also relates
to our early observations in 1988.
Fragment B
Mexito
runs to Marianne saying, “Bring extra trousers, some clothes for lady-angel. She
be having real tears, Marianne, real tears. I think she be very frightened. I
think she secretly want to run, and I feel bad for her to be scared of Mexito,
the last giant marble man of African continent. Lady-angel be like I be when I
meet Martin first time. The first time I know everybody but us four be dead.”
Mexito peers into the dark of Marianne’s eyes because he is
talking to Marianne’s inner heart, not the physical Marianne he sees. “I know
how lady-angel be feeling, she be open and mostly naked, like me. Martin be a
kind white man who takes me with him on his boat. I think now my turn to be
caring for lady-angel She give me good reason to stay alive. Lady-angel be a
bleeder, but she be a spirit too. I taste her blood, and I give her a piece of my
secret heart in return.”
While holding baby Charles to her breast, Karlina stepped to
Marianne and spoke sarcastically, “Why would an angel take a year to get here?
Perhaps angels have been busy with the recent billions of dead in this world.”
She thought, ‘it was an accident. A
couple thousand gallons of botulinum toxin killed everyone on Earth but us
four. Why it did not kill us, we will never know. Why it has not killed baby
Charles we will never know.’ She remarked to Mexito, “I wonder what the
lady-angel must think of us? Everybody is dead. Maybe she thinks we caused it.”
“No,
Karlina,” said Mexito taking the baby. “She say there be another with her, that
they will cause no hurt to us and to please not damage them.”
‘Mexito, you fool,’ thought Martin. “What
did you say to her after that, Mexito?”
Mexito
looked up at Martin and brushed some crumbs from his friend’s neatly trimmed
black beard, “I tell her I be having no weapons, I tell her we give them up.”
“You’re
a fool,” grumbled Martin. “These are human beings in disguise. They are
maneuvering us into something.”
Mexito
grew glaringly quiet. “We have no weapons.”
“But,”
said Martin condescendingly, “it could be a trick.”
“What
you mean, it be a trick; she be mostly naked.” Angry, Mexito turned to
Marianne, “You remember how it be to be naked in front of Martin and me?”
Marianne
shook her head in embarrassment. “Well, would you do that on purpose?
Lady-angel fall out of hole-in-the-sky-world. Why she be coming here? To have
us for supper?”
“No,”
replied Marianne anxiously, “I don’t think so.”
“I
think it be okay,” said Mexito. “I be staying right here. I saw her, and I
touched her; you did not. She be a real lady-angel.”
“She
didn’t look like a lady to me,” said Martin. “She had a pocket under her navel,
and no breasts, Mexito,” continued Martin, “She had a very tight body suit on.”
A real looker, he thought, if she had some breasts.
Mexito
turned his head slightly and glancing down at the concrete runway, he
immediately identified with a small, crawling insect. “I be that embarrassed of
Martin’s thinking,” he would say later. At the time he replied, “Do you think
me be human, Martin?”
Martin grew ill at ease as Mexito shook his finger, “You be
red-faced now, you know what be wrong. You once say we are equal. I believe I
be equal too. The lady-angel good enough to be equal too.” He stood defiant,
stern, and father-like, “I am ashamed of you, Martin Davis.”
Martin weakened, his face in embarrassment, he diverted his eyes
to the bicycles. He thought, Mexito is
too honest for this world. I love this little man.
“Martin,”
said his small, lean multiracial friend, “I be sorry for trouble.”
My
forest friend, realized Martin, is as sharp as ever. Mexito is a quiet hunter with morals the scope of the world. Martin
sighed, “I am sorry too.” They shook hands, smiling at one another. They shook
hands and neither wanted to let go of the other. In this modern twin world of
some twelve years later it would have been uncomfortable to witness such a
longing to touch another. The sense of touch gains a different response when
there are so few to touch. Deep down, human beings appear to be the same as we
marsupials.
Fragment C
Fargo
and I, now clothed in a white tennis-like shirt and shorts, observed from a
distance. We watched their discussion, while thinking our presence unnatural
and unfair; marsupials thought we were Godofamily’s only spiritual children.
Yet here we were on a Earth gathering information on a very small native tribe
of higher conscious, spiritual primates. My fingers played with Fargo’s fingers
as we stood feeling as Adam and Eve might have felt. “The little fellow is
genuine,” I said to Fargo who lovingly squeezed my hand.
Fargo
could say nothing in the moment because he stood tangled in the feeling: Friendly exposed herself to these primates.
I was ready to run, but Friendly was not. Friendly is the best. I love her.
She is my secret engine of courage and friendship.
Later,
I wondered why I really stripped naked in front of a foreign species I did not
know. I still don’t know why I did it exactly beyond the fact I needed to
demonstrate I had no weapons. Anyone in my circumstance at the time would have
done the same.
Fragment D
Marianne
noticed Fargo and I standing away from them and walked directly to us, and
asked, “Do you have names?”
“Yes,”
replied Fargo in his handsome though misbegotten shy slenderness, “I am Fargo.”
Stepping back, he gave way to me.
“And
I am Friendly.”
“Your
names sound nice,” replied Marianne quietly.
I
remember touching Marianne’s dark hair and commenting, “None of us has hair so
soft.”
Marianne
smiled guardedly, gave a sparkling almost secret glance at Fargo, and she said
to me, “That was a noble thing you did in nearly exposing yourself. Now you are
comfortable clothed.” Marianne hesitantly touched my hair. I smiled modestly
and thought, we are as two Earth dogs, cautiously sniffing. Marianne observed
Karlina a little distant with the baby. The men were talking with Fargo.
“Do
you have babies,” asked Marianne, “like we do?”
I
touched Marianne’s shoulder and replied, “You would not believe.”
Marianne caught the twinkling spontaneity in my reply and
responded, “You are like us then.”
“Almost,”
I grinned, and then cautiously asked, “What happened to everyone?”
Marianne
crossed her arms, shrugged her shoulders, and blinked at her unsettledness. “We
don’t know.” With a strange though general moist tearing, she stated, “We never
knew. We survived a horrendous time. Each was alone for almost a year; then
these three . . . .” Marianne hesitated and wiped her tears, “These three made
their way to me from other parts of the world. We have been living together the
best we can.” Her voice rose slightly, “Only God knows what happened.”
Karlina’s
cool hand touched Marianne’s warm elbow. She turned, “Oh, Karlina, how
frightened we were. Karlina, this is Friendly. Karlina understands English
better than me.”
Karlina
beamed and extended her hand as she held her baby. “I’m Karlina Rapaso. I’m originally
from Brazil. I . . . .”
“Forgive
me for interrupting,” I said, “Did you stop your boat at Cape Canaveral?”
Karlina brightened, “Yes, how did you know?”
“We
found your car; the trunk was open. No boat at the dock. No evidence of a body.
We put a DNA tracer on your hair on the car seat and found you had survived, at
least initially. Fargo and I remembered the dogs in Rio de Janeiro.” It was
strange; the remaining dogs ignored our presence. I would have thought our
scent would have made them at least curious or fearful.
Karlina
stared off, “Hundreds of dogs followed me thinking I was a walking piece of
meat. The dogs. I hated them!”
“Did
they attack you?” I asked.
“No,
but I thought they might,” replied Karlina.
“Most
of the dogs were dead. We assumed they died because their human masters had
died. You left a trail of dead dogs all the way to the boat dock. The beach was
full of the remains of dogs. We thought it very unusual.”
A
sickness ripped into Karlina’s stomach. “I thought they hated me. You must
think me terribly cruel; I didn’t kill them. Those poor creatures. I don’t know
what I thought.”
I watched Karlina’s confusion and realized I had spoken out of
turn. I said, “Please do not worry about the past. We are here to show you our species
exists across the galaxy.” I moved closer, “We want to be friends.”
“Yes,
of course,” said Marianne and added, “I think you are kind as Mexito said.”
I
responded, “I was afraid you would think us horrible monsters. We are your
equals though.”
Karlina
broke in, “You think we and you are equal? Maybe you just think you are aliens
but are humans like us.”
“You
misunderstand us,” I said in a matter-of-fact manner.
“I
am not crazy,” snapped Karlina, “why have you come here out-of-the-blue? If you
are from some far away star, you have a ship. You have a technology far
superior to us.” I witnessed the dying, thought Karlina. I wished those
billions of deaths a fiction. First, I cried for those I loved and missed. Then
I found myself crying for everyone. A wish after the fact can never come true. A wish in a fiction is what it is. A wish
in the truth is something different.
“We
are but a short paragraph in a long story,” I replied, “but you are indeed
equal as we see equals. You are right. We have Ship.”
Karlina
suddenly smiled warmly, “Pardon?”
“You
are equal, and we have Ship.” I enunciated.
“We
have it too,” replied Karlina nebulously. “Life is full of it.”
Martin suddenly
appeared at her side and suggested, “Perhaps we would be more comfortable
sitting.”
I
agreed and said, “Good. Yes. Let’s do that.”
“Where
is your saucer?” asked Martin.
I
stood surprised that he knew Ship appeared saucer-shaped and replied, “We were
afraid that if we invited you aboard you might think we would do you some
terrible harm.” In a moment, I understood the saucer reference. It was from a
story with the giant robot-like creature, and the boy. The foreigner gave the
people of Earth a cookbook. I continued, “You might think we would gobble you
down if we invited you aboard.”
Martin later gave us his firsthand account. “Your clothes appear
very similar to ours, Fargo in bib overalls, tee shirt, and cloth shoes with no
socks. You in your shorts and tee shirt. I thought you both were too casual for
a formal introduction. I was curious to feel inside your pouch. It was a
surprising curiosity. Fargo struck me as taller, a handsome fellow with scruff,
but you appeared to be the commander. Marianne and Karlina were attracted to
Fargo. They were talking and laughing. I felt better standing back a few paces
studying the situation.
Everyone was being Sunday polite, but what could we do, I thought.
Who knows where their ship is? The ship might have an army on board ready to
conquer us. Here we are, five left. Everybody died but us, and we live to see
this. Goose bumps rose on the back of my neck,” said Martin, then he said he
thought the inevitable thought, ‘unless
last year these aliens actually killed everyone else.’
Friendly stopped her reading, and reflected for a moment. Martin
thought we brought the plague. What must I do here and now? This Earth in the
year 2000 is of a different circumstance, and I am not prepared to strip naked
for nearly seven billion people. I am here alone waiting for my
friends-from-home. For the present, I need to see if I can discover how these
people survived. With that, Friendly
closed the memory notebook.
***
>
This is Soki. You see how it is.
Friendly and Fargo showed up too late back in the year nineteen eighty-eight.
The vast majority of earthlings were already dead. Marsupial clergy had made a
mistake in calculation. I know how it is to err. An error caused me to be here.
I am sure of it.
Oddly,
I sometimes think myself one-dimensional. However, I did develop a two-inch
long, one-fourth inch wide red welt on my right cheek entering your universe.
The facial wound is as it was on Earth twelve years ago, and I do have a small
mouth, but it is not for breathing, talking, or food intake. People generally
develop a pleasurable smile after the partaking of a rewarding, delicious meal,
but I don’t eat. I have nothing to chew on, nothing to digest. Something hit me
about seeing those dead dogs on the beach though. I thought the Earth was
supposed to be a dog eat dog world. Why would a dog give up its recently given
independent life to follow a human being into death? Dogs can survive without
humans. Wild dogs still do. <
From - Braided Dreams, “Pouch Text – 4” ©
** **
The above is in Friendly’s memory as well as
Hartolite’s as her partner Trexer is also on board and Yermey too. They have
been to an alternate Earth. This must fit into this story somewhere. – Amorella
1552 hours. I forgot or chose to ignore this.
You are currently waiting for Carol to
finish her walk at Pine Hill Lakes Park. This becomes an important side note
even though on this particular Earth Blake, Pyl and Justin have never known
these people before. – Amorella
Wow. That means there are at least two and possibly three alternate
Earths.
Yes, alternate alternatives. You see, Homo
sapiens are given several chances no matter what dimensional universe they
evolve in. The spirit also evolves and is forever open to many possibilities.
If you will, dandelions may appear in natural selection on every planet the
Homo sapiens evolve in but their nature will be different based on the
environment of the universe, galaxy, planetary system they evolve in through
the help of the initial ‘Spirit’ – the marsupial Thunder myth applies in all of
them. – Amorella
Oh my gosh. This is awesome Amorella, such a grand scope, one myth fits
all.
That’s because it is a good story as far as
these Merlyn books are concerned. – Amorella
1602 hours. This is really thinking outside the box Amorella.
No, boy. It is thinking within the scope of
a particular spiritual box. – Amorella
This reminds me of Ohio’s state motto: “With God All Things Are
Possible”. (1604)
Really, who would have figured such? –
Amorella
What an expansion in my mind. Triple wow. (Now all I have to do is put
this in some sort of order.) What a leap in a directed consciousness fictional
or not? And to think people once believed the Earth was the center of all
things.
In here in a sense ‘humane rules and
actions’ may still be in that evolution follows the Spirit from Before first. –
Amorella
This blows my mind Amorella. I can think of nothing to say here.
Later, dude. Post when it is convenient.
Here comes Carol. - Amorella
1614
hours. Carol is on page 581 of Lee Child’s Never Go Back. We continue
sitting in the parking lot. I think of today’s post not so much an expansion of
consciousness as it is expansion of reasonable imagination with the Thunder
creation myth fitting all imaginable scenarios. How can this post go from
conflicts between heart and mind and conclude with scientific plausible
dimensions in space and time interrupted by Before and the theoretical first
Spirit continually manifesting to a higher sense of living consciousness and
have G---D before the Before and all these plausible scenarios of which
fictionally we earthlings would be but one? I find this all wonderfully
invigorating. I have to show this to Doug for his sense of fictional plasticity
in setting and theme. While G---D remains free and unbound, this novel certainly
can be. It is a setting/theme I can work within and still have plenty of room
for wonder and ‘what-if’ situations and still forever have a sense of spiritual
humility in it all. (1628)
Yes, send this on to Doug. See what his
sense of physics and heartanmind sees in this. Now, no more setting/theme for
the time being; if you want to work, let’s get back to chapter twelve. –
Amorella
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