Mid-morning. You had an old fashioned Spring
thunderstorm within the hour and found it quite refreshing to listen to. –
Amorella
0908
hours. I always like the drama of thunderstorms. In the very early fifties I
remember putting myself about five miles from the front somewhere in Germany
listening to the roars and booms of artillery on the front lines, i.e. Battle
of the Bulge as a thunderstorm roared through. As a ten year old I was into
such things as well as Greek mythology so Zeus and his thunderbolt also played
a part. Besides, you could still go to Army surplus stores and buy stuff to
heighten the realism of a child’s imagination. I remember Mom was never to keen
on me playing war (which we boys did) but it never bothered Dad. Of course he
used war surplus stuff for hunting, fishing and camping which I was never
really too keen on myself. Today I just listen to the music of the thunder,
pellets of ice hitting the windows and deck and the following rain.
You completed your exercises, forty-five
minutes worth. You enjoy counting each or every other stroke. Counting
backwards or forwards is a comforting activity, always has been . . . like
counting pennies from the wall and putting them in a jar when you were four and
five. – Amorella
I
can remember doing this; it was the east wall of the apartment near the front
door. I would imagine the pennies and pick them off the wall and drop them into
an imaginary jar in front of me; mostly I would do this sitting down, but not
always. Mother mostly ignored it but Father found it unsettling to say the
least. Only once did I start to take the jar uptown to buy a milk shake at
Dew’s Drug Store. I remember crossing West Park to go up Knox and Mother called
out asking where I was going. I think I said, “Nowhere,” and turned around. It
was sort of a joke on myself I guess. I don’t really remember other than being
secretly somewhat embarrassed by the whole incident. Father thought I was
crazy. I was also embarrassed that he thought that. I was quite orderly and
proper in those days, or at least I tried to be. It was a duty to be orderly
and proper because it was a small town and most everyone knew everyone else. (1142)
That’s
a new slant on an old situation. – Amorella
1142
hours. I am probably making up a story but most of it seems pretty close to the
truth in this easy and soft recollectional setting. The warmth is in the
counting, that’s why I like to do my exercises.
Carol is readying to Blue Ash for her
teacher luncheon. She cannot drive because of her right leg so you offered to
drive her and Anne in the Avalon (which Carol hardly ever drives) and they can
sit in the backseat and enjoy the ride and not have to worry about parking.
Surprisingly Carol agrees and you get to be chauffer. – Amorella
You
are at McD’s on Montgomery Road across from the Kenwood Towne Centre while the
women are eating at Slatt’s on Cooper Road. You have spent most of the time on
BBC and filling out a BBC survey. – Amorella
1346
hours. This place is has too many distractions to think and consider. Time to
leave and head for a parking lot near Slatt’s. Carol said to be ready for her
call between 1415 and 1430 hours. Time to go.
You had a bowl mix of ground steak, rice,
spaghetti sauce, corn, black beans and pieces of green pepper for supper.
Happily, leftovers are available. You watched NBC News, “Broadchurch”,
“Mysteries of Laura” and “Bones”.
2200
hours. Yesterday I stated that the more real consciousness was about an inch in
diameter, but that is misleading. It reminds me of the size of a pebble when
felt in a shoe. First, this would be at most two-dimensional not three and
maybe only one dimension or less, or not a dimension at all. In the first books
I have a ghost who is the size of a pea and an alien consciousness that appears
not to be there when you are attempting to observe it, a consciousness that is
less than half the size of a hydrogen atom (or something to that effect). Perhaps
it is a non-substance that ‘acts’ as a consciousness but is not. I am not
entirely satisfied that this one inch sized bubble in my head is the
heartansoulanmind, that is, a spiritual consciousness. A human being ‘feels’
sheorhe might have a heart and mind because they appear measurable by emotional
and reasonable intensity, but the soul may only be an illusion of depth. Now,
for the books and blog I am okay with this because one cannot come up with an
acceptable scientific definition of all three. A spiritual consciousness
relates more with behavior than anything else. It has to do with how one
behaves alone, with others, and in relationship to herorhis environment, at
least in my mind. I don’t think of it as like gears in an old fashion clock.
Yet, in here it has three ‘moveable’ parts. Okay, I’m done. (2221)
You think that one of the two
consciousnesses in your head is more real than the other. – Amorella
2223
hours. Yes. One is not fully of this world/universe, that is the more real.
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