0755 hours. I spent the last half hour comforting
Jadah after she got me up from a half sleep. Carol is talking on the phone to
her sister Mary Lou. Jadah with now warm paw-pads is off downstairs.
You had a dream but have consciously
forgotten it. You were standing along the road in a car owned and driven by
your old friend and fellow high school football player, Don L. You played right
guard and he left. As you stood he said that you have to get going, with that,
it was 1945 and you were hoping Eisenhower was going to show up. You remembered
it was 1945 but your bodies, yours and Don’s, were in 1958. The air was still
then a plane flew over, it was the Cessna and it was of 1978 vintage and you
knew the time had shifted. It was too late to see Eisenhower. You were awaken
by Jadah somewhere between 1978 and 2014. That was your dream or at least the
essence of it. The theme was moving through time was you were becoming the
lubricant that allowed you to slide into a year or rather the setting of a
year. – Amorella
0813 hours. It was as a subconscious slide of being either pushed or
pulled into a year in which the environment is remembered as a setting. The
memory was real enough but the ‘being-in-the-time’ was open to free will
dialogue while I was in it. I sensed the war was over and that Eisenhower was
coming through the area but at the same time the setting told me the war was
not over yet. I was 16 though, not three or four. Time was not a process as
much as it was a reality of consciousness.
This is usable as a way to tell the story,
the Thunder myth. – Amorella
0823 hours. I don’t see how but it is time for breakfast and the paper.
Post. – Amorella
This is raw creative data. I don’t know where it is going. Maybe
nowhere. I have no rising expectations of its use.
Early afternoon. Carol is walking. You left to fill up the car as last
night the prices were $3.49 and today all but two stations nearby were $3.75 or
$3.79. Kroger on Kings Mill was still the old price so you rushed up to buy it
before the change. You picked up Carol and drove to Subway for a picnic down by
the Little Miami. Carol is on page 36 of David Baldacci’s One Summer.
The dandelions are out in force and more green can be seen in the nearby
foliage as well as more leaf buds on the trees.
You
are trying too hard to write the Thunder. What you have is more like a textbook
and it’s a fable at its heart, an older child’s story of growth if you will. –
Amorella
1428 hours. I thought this last night. The words are too big and a
distraction from the simplicity in story telling.
Late afternoon. You arrived home and spent a
little less than an hour mowing the front and side yard for the first time in
the season. The mower took five pulls to start, but it did and appears to run
fine. Carol suggested you have Tim mow it once in a while because pushing the
mower irritates your hands. Earlier you also did forty-five minutes of
exercises so this has been a longer day for you physically. – Amorella
1657 hours. It wasn’t bad mowing but I had to stop three or four times
to rest up. Not long, but it took more time than it should have. Part of it is
once again getting accustom to walking behind the mower.
More later, dude. Post. - Amorella
Let’s
go to Thunder and see what we can do. – Amorella
2140 hours. I’m ready.
Thunder
Long,
long ago only two Qualities exist, Before
and Space/Time. Both are cloaked in a Silence that would stir the Dead. Time
does not move but Space does. This wears warmth where Before and Space/Time are close to one another. Warmth creates a
catalyst for Growth in the Silence that would stir the dead back to life. The
warmth, the friction, causes a Lightning unheard. Before and Space/Time are both equally struck and a welt appears in
Before at the same time an equal welt
appears in Space/Time. The twin welts grow into twin Spirits. The Spirit
growing in Before is Singulariy and
the Spirit growing in Space/Time is One. Both are quality motherly spirits but
as they are in two separate Places they stay close as a mother stays with her
child and the warmth that caused the Lightning becomes a comfort between the
two Spirits of Quality. To an outsider this series of events would appear as
nothing at all because the Lightning was quick but the twin Spirits are even
quicker.
Now,
Before cannot change, but Space/Time
can. Singularity confined in Before
cannot change, but One, the First Spirit in Space/Time can. The two spirits are
connected in a relationship known as kinship. This kinship supports empathy and
understanding. It is this kinship that supports further growth because two spirits
can grow faster with the support of the other. The special bond between the two
motherly spirits grows to the point that in Space/Time a small welt appears
where Time which is as a solid, begins to slowly move until it frames Space
within itself to protect and nurture as Singularity and One have learned to
protect and nurture one another even though they are seemingly forever apart.
The protecting and nurturing the young are what parents do today, forever
mimicking the qualities of the twin sister spirits.
This
ever so small welt grows on Time and eventually grows in Space. This welt, like
an acorn, grows well beyond its original size firmly rooted in Time and
nurtured mostly by One the First Spirit in Space/Time. The once tiny welt grows
a trunk and limbs all quite invisible because it is nurtured as a child and
friend, with empathy and understanding. As One observes the growth of the
little welt into an acorn and giant invisible tree, One learns much about
empathy and understanding and she in turn passes her knowledge learned by
observation on to Singularity, who though seeming frozen with Before can grow within while One can
grow without. Both motherly Spirits can learn and without learning they cannot
grow. Silent Lightning such as this can only strike spirits once because it is
not needed to strike again. All this happened long, long ago before the first
universe budded on the giant spirit-like tree. When the bud burst open it
appeared to be a beautiful flower of light.
“The
light is so pretty,” says One to Herself. “I wonder how the light would appear
from within?” Nothing is ever said of course because Before and Space/Time are still clothed in Silence. It is a
thought, a declaration of beauty and wonder. With this One follows through,
literally. With the fire of vigor and enthusiasm and spirit a very small amount
of One slides into and throughout this Great Tree of Flowering Universes to
allow a brightness within as well as without. Ever the observer, the learner
with empathy and understanding One learns through the many other eyes that
nurture and grow in the First Universe and the many other universes that
follow, brightly lighting the Great Tree of Universes and One settles in each
and every one with Presence galore.
***
2251
hours. This is much better. Thank you, Amorella. I am amazed. I let you drop
the words in one at a time. I watched the words appear from my fingertips. I
have not read this but once as it was happening. Tomorrow I will read it again.
These are my words no question about it, but I did not write this, Amorella
did.
I agree, boy. Have a good night. Post. –
Amorella
2259 hours. I just realized there is still no Thunder.
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