Not yet noon local time. I have the first
installment of Dead – Nine. – Amorella
**
**
NINE
Sticking Point
The Supervisor has a little saying:
Ring-a-ring
o'rosies
A
pocket full of posies
"A-tishoo!
A-tishoo!"
We
all fall down!
We
rise from clay
On
judgment day
Be
we dead or still alive.
The Dead 9
I,
Merlyn, Bard of old Scotland, recognise the central dream in these books of
dreams – a better world for the Living to raise their children and their
children’s children. I speak for myself, as all the Dead are wont to also do.
Who do I speak to, a Betweener. How do I speak? In my humanity, in my spirit,
that which is composed of heartansoulanmind and is driven by the passion of
good will to all Homo sapiens. The Living are less than a hundred years of so
from the Dead. In the long course of time, this is not much. The spirit however
reflects from the physical world without time. It is not so abstract as is the
sense of freedom promoted by the concept of free will. What is freedom to the
Dead? Nothing.
What
is there to be free from? Nothing. I am free to dream my dreams and catalogue
them in book form because I love scrolls and books electronic or otherwise – it
is in my nature that which is placed nugget-like in the shell of my humanity.
Words are reason’s form; dreams are emotion’s form.
Reason
and emotion are the human spirit’s time and space filtering agent, an adaptive
processing array of the senses. Ground clutter interference and pulse-Doppler-like
waveforms among the Dead. To see without eyes and to hear without ears promotes
a revelation of felt clarity not smelled or tasted among the Living. Dreams,
vivid or not, are the closest proximity to being Dead. Look to your own dreams –
what is the clarity? How did you discover this clarity? Search your own mystery
and you will do battle with the freedom in free will. Freedom in spiritual form
does not exist. The human spirit composed of heartansoulanmind has nothing to
be free from.
**
**
1145
hours. This is very odd contextually. “What is there to be free from?” This is
unorthodox thinking. I don’t know if I agree or disagree. I keep thinking of
Martin Luther King’s words: “ Free at last, free at last, Thank God almighty we
are free at last.”
Carol and Linda just arrived home. Later. –
Amorella
You
drove into Blue Ash to eat lunch at Marx Bagels, then back to Mason then over
to Joseph Road and Joseph Toyota Repair Center off Colerain, dropped off the
car and returned to Mason in the Honda. Linda is napping and Carol is about to
do so. – Amorella
1614
hours. It was a busy afternoon I am almost ready for a nap myself.
Post. - Amorella
2130 hours. We had snack suppers and watched the DVRed “Poldark”
from last night during which I remembered the town set was from the Moll
Flanders film of about fifteen years ago or it sure looks like it. We have
enjoyed this first season and look forward to next summer’s second season.
Carol and Linda have a ghost story and you
should not ignore it for you have had a few of your own over the years. Both
were asleep in separate bedrooms last Saturday night, two weeks to the night
Mary Lou died. They heard several noises during the night that woke them up.
Once the noise was loud enough that Linda went downstairs thinking someone had
broken into the house hoping to find it empty. Carol followed more slowly but
neither saw anyone and there was no evidence someone had broken in. The door locks
were rechecked and they were still locked. When they went back upstairs they
found the door to Linda’s bedroom closed (she had left it open) and the light
was on in their shared bedroom (and it had been off). Linda thought it was Mary
Lou, Carol did not know what to think other than it was indeed strange. And, today
when they arrived they confessed the story to you. – Amorella
2146
hours. I did not think about the story and to be honest here I am perplexed but
ever doubtful even though I have had similar stories, but none recent with Mary
Lou as the central figure. As I was transcribing your words of this previous
paragraph the hair on my forearms stood forth. It provided such an eerie
setting what with you telling the ghost story and not myself.
You did not wish to mention it because such
stories are embarrassing to your greater sense of reason. Are they not? –
Amorella
2151
hours. Upon hearing their witnessed story I immediately thought of what you had
said the other day, about how it would be to ‘awaken’ and to find one’s self
dead. Certainly a shock, you agreed. Two weeks to the middle of the night when
she most plausibly died. Two physical weeks might be as a moment or less and
would it be possible to stir within the house, then go upstairs and turn on the
light as if to look into the mirror and find no reflection. How would that be?
I do not like to think on such things to directly. Though my dead father once
said to me in the night, “Take care of your mother.” His words, his inflection
and meter. This was two days after his death. Surely he would think such of
thing if he were able. I heard it from inside my head without the sound passing
through my ears. So, what can I say to Carol and Linda though I would like to
laugh it all off.
You keep yourself honest in context though
you do not like a word of it. Post. – Amorella
2159
hours. Why do you continue to do this, Amorella – forcing me to admit something when I
know it surely is/was mostly imagination at work and private storytelling at best –
a storytelling best kept within the family. I feel so foolish but nevertheless
those hairs on my forearms rose right up and mostly straight. Spookiness – it exists
in the human mind whether I like it or not. Sometimes I wish I could deny my
humanity, my weaknesses, but I cannot. I will not. - rho
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