Mid-morning. You are over at Joseph Toyota
having a recall on a seat back fix. Let’s go to Grandma Eight. – Amorella
Early
afternoon. You are home and are almost completed with Grandma Eight.
1302
hours. I imagine we will go to lunch once Carol is finished with paying the
bills, etc. It is a cold, beautiful day with mostly a blue winter sky. The last
two days while delivering the paper next door the full moon shined brightly and
this morning it appeared brighter still with a one-inch coating of snow that
had fallen during the night.
One
of the things I am enjoying more is writing on the blog, mostly for myself. Why?
It reinforces my consciousness of what I/we have done during the day. It makes
‘living’ each day deeper-in-mind. I don’t see the reason to share this because
each has her or his life to live. In retirement though the end is naturally
viewed as closer. Once I am gone these words will have no personal meaning. It
will not be too difficult a family business to hit erase and delete and let it
go. I will already have done so. (1320)
1653
hours. I have chapter eight in its own document and Brothers 8 and Grandma 8
are completed. I’ll be working on Pouch 8 shortly.
You had a late lunch at Smashburgers and
later, a Graeter’s, after picking up and homing items from Kroger’s.
2030
hours. I have pulled 667 words from old chapter eight and will have to go back
and re-read Pouch 7 to see where we are. I think it is time to bring in
Stonehouse and relate it to the Earthlings. I don’t know what else beyond this.
You have re-read Pouch Seven and realize you
already introduced Stonehouse so you are already on track to work this scene.
You will need to include quantum-based life and fit it with Yermey and the
experiment with dark matter before they arrived on Earth. There is a
connection. Also, we have the connection between Ship and Onesixanzero. The
worry is on contamination of Planet One from Earthlings when the Marsupials may
be contaminating a quantum-based consciousness – a thread that connects all
things and beyond – a seemingly singular sense of consciousness that holds
together like gravity holds matter. Souls are also held by this whereas Angels
and Betweeners are not. How does that work do you think? – Amorella
2055
hours. Wow. You dropped a lot in here, Amorella. I am going to have to set up
some kind of allegorical model as a representation for me to think from.
Perhaps it is a floor in which all things and beyond skate across; a level
playing field of consciousness streaming – holding hands as it were with every
other consciousness rather than a force like gravity. It cannot be a force –
perhaps a verb form of ‘to be’ as a coordinating conjunction. This is
interesting. It is rather pleasant being beyond Grandma for the moment.
We’ll come up with something when you are
ready. Post. – Amorella
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