Mid-morning. You both had breakfast reading
the Sunday paper, but now you are sitting in the shade of the parking lot near
the earth dam at Pine Hill Lakes Park waiting for Carol to complete her round
of the lakes, usually twenty-seven to thirty minutes of walk time unless she
takes some side paths along the way. Carol is excited to see the sun out this
morning, by afternoon the sky returns to partly cloudy. – Amorella
1015
hours. The breeze is cool and a few high, light clouds are rolling in – feels
like Fall with the likeable mix – football weather. The windows are coming up
but I’ll keep the sunroof open for the time being. I need to do my own
exercises when we get back.
You have cleaned your OS Yosemite 10.10.5
and are upgrading to free OS El Capitan upon returning home. – Amorella
1033
hours. This MacAir 11, model 3.1is the best Apple laptop computer I have ever
owned, and Carol’s iMac is the best desktop model. Both would be considered
very old models in the earlier years, but we have been able to upgrade the
software with no problems along the way. From the old Apple II days we have
never seen better stability and speed in software, which of course should be
expected. However, the stability of both the hardware and software has been
beyond our expectations. Carol arrives.
Home for necessity. Each of you have cold
drinks and are now sitting in the far north lot over by the thick tree foliage
along Muddy Creek and the meandering creek itself about forty yards ahead.
Carol brought the Sunday paper since she finished her latest book. She does
have two more to take its place. – Amorella
1116
hours. The half moon is available for sight at about fifty degrees or so in the
southwest sky. It is amazing to me to see and compare it with Pluto’s own rocky
moon -- enough sight similarities
to make me feel Pluto’s moon a rough copy of our own, and as such helps me
gather a thought that our whole solar system is familiar enough to say that if
I were anywhere within its structure I would say, ‘I am home,’ upon entering
it. There would be no need to get all the way to our moon’s orbit to say those
words were I an inner [Milky Way] galactic astronaut. That’s the truth.
The old adage, “the home is where the heart
is”, fits here, boy. Your sense of ‘personal’ location has changed over the
years, accepting the fact that the Earth isn’t the only place home can exist. You
don’t need to say, “I am the air,” in an attempt to think an old shaman’s
thought. Home is nine planet orbits wide. – Amorella
1130
hours. There are only eight planets now, Amorella
Your heartanmind say there are nine because
that is what you learned, that is what your spirit more easily accepts. –
Amorella
1132
hours. The spirit is not scientific minded of the facts?
The human spirit accepts the stories more
readily. When you are dead why would you take facts with you, what would be the
point? You and Carol lived in Brazil for two years; what facts do you remember?
– Amorella
1136
hours. I remember that in 1970 to 1972 we lived in Santo Amoro, a community in
southwest Sao Paul proper, in the state of Sao Paulo. We lived on the fourth
floor walk up facing the street Adolfo Pinero. I remember endless details when
I think about it. The only weakness in my memories is that while I do remember
significant details to me (our short wave radio was gray) I cannot remember the
dial face, only that knobs were used for station direction and sound level.
Your memory example is through association
of importance to you at the time. The facts, the specific details, are not that
important to your self-existence today, thus they are not important. How would
being conscious, being dead be any different? You would relate to your
association of friends and family would you not? Who else? Meeting the extensions
of family and getting acquainted even superficially would be a ‘monumental’
task would it not? Where would ‘the facts’ fit in those discussions, you tell
me, boy? – Amorella
1150
hours. You bring up things I would not think to consider otherwise. What you say
sounds reasonable enough, even in a fiction. When people meet and greet it is
observation through the five senses plus intuition that such subtle conversation
takes place subconsciously as well as consciously. But in here the Dead are
revealed to themselves first unconsciously. They see their ‘selves’ in an undisguised
unconscious, isn’t that how we set this up? Of course, I may have set it up
this way because basically (even if imagination) you show me selections of my
unconsciousness at work. This is my way, my path to the act of being dead in
the Merlyn books.
2154
hours. I’m a little disappointed in myself. I’ve been slacking off on chapter
ten.
Really? Who would have noticed? – Amorella
2155
hours. You are so sarcastic, Amorella, but it is honest sarcasm. Who would
notice, and who would care – come to mind. Nobody much, ironically, not even
me. I’m a little disappointed but not enough that I care too much to do
anything about it.
I see more humor in this than you do, boy.
It is such a delight to me that you don’t really give a damn sometimes. –
Amorella
2202
hours. That certainly doesn’t sound angelic.
How would you know, boy? – Amorella
2203
hours. There are times when I would like to think you are a real Angel; just
because it would be cool to have a real Angel sitting in your head all day. I
mean in imagination of course. In reality, when I thought you were a real
Angel, it was terrifying. What has come about is that I know better today. I
know that if you were real I would still feel the uncomfortable sense of
foreboding and doom. I’d be going to hell for sure. No question about it –
partly because I don’t give a damn and because I just don’t care.
You are thinking about deleting this
already. Why is that? – Amorella
2210
hours. Because I am lying to myself. I don’t know why I do this, but I do.
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