Afternoon. You are waiting for Carol at
Kroger’s on Tylersville after a late lunch at Smashburgers. Earlier, Carol and
you both did your exercises – she expends more energy on her walk at the
community center than you do on your forty minutes of exercises. However, you
use more calories than she does in the workout. Beautiful afternoon with a
bright winter sun – elevates your mood and attitude. – Amorella
1418
hours. With the sunlight it feels warmer than it actually is. I have even
opened the sunroof a couple of inches to rid the interior of excessive heat.
Last night you were surprised by the
intensity of the old X-File episode where Dana sees her father after he’s dead.
– Amorella
1423
hours. I had nothing on my mind Amorella, why bring this up?
Because it bothers you still. – Amorella
1424
hours. I think it is mostly wishful thinking. I see things from time to time
but I know they are not real. I just let it go. Too much imagination is
probably the best of the simple explanations. Let’s just say . . ..
What? – Amorella
1428
hours. I am prone to error – either way.
Why else would you be interested in
miracles? – Amorella
1429
hours. You are being angel-like. It is easy to imagine myself a shade sitting
on a tree stump with an Angel across from me asking me questions.
So, what do I look like in this present
imagination of yours?
1432
hours. You are as a shade also, human in form for my comfort but you shine as
moonlight, a full moon in moonlight white. I see you as male in this instance
(surprisingly) and appearing slightly taller (6’3”) philosophic and
Socrates-like. You would stand but for my comfort you are sitting though
nothing appears beneath you, no tree trunk or log or rock. The only light I see
is your own. It is soft and not intense, again, I think to allow me to be
comfortable. Otherwise, our conversation is matter-of-fact and not prejudice
for or against me. This is the visual tone. A white shroud, of sorts, covers
your face, again I assume for my comfort and to protect me from too much curiosity
in that I might wonder more about you as an angel if I could see you with a
human-like face – but then at the same time I would rather assume you do not
wish to adapt a human-like face – the shroud protects me from viewing you fully
as you are. I like you better this way, assuming you have the Face of an Angel
not a human one (like Socrates) – all this is anthropomorphic of course, and
for my comfort in the existential-like spiritual experience. I am visualizing
all this from my fingertips touching the keys not from actual sight because I
am a shade and without eyes but to see by the moon-like angelic light. (1446).
Carol arrives.
You are home. From the above you can see
that though you had nothing on your mind no distance away in terms of time and
space you are sitting with an angelic like form having a conversation (at least
according to your fingertips on the keyboard). – Amorella
1524
hours. This is strange to think on yet there is a truth to what you say,
something I cannot deny as it is here in front of me.
As there is a truth, there is also a lesson.
For you spiritual matters such as the above are not a matter of belief; they
are not science in that, ‘Where is the proof?’; but they are not deniable
either. – Amorella
1528
hours. This is all fresh, Amorella. I do not have a legitimate response, let
alone an argument. – rho
So,
what have you learned in this lesson? – Amorella
1530
hours. Something I cannot yet articulate in words.
2053
hours. This afternoon’s ‘thought experiment’ began at 1429 hours by 1430 hours.
I had created a scene with myself and an angel-like creature – nothing more
considered or thought – a piece of imaginary art in gray shades and lines by
Gustave Dore – then the soft moonlight and angelic body with face covered. The
lesson learned is that I can make up settings and characters very quickly while
at the same time ‘being there in the moment’. It is as though an imaginary
reality is spontaneously created and stands with me in it as if it has been
there for eons. It is as though the image is fully created automatically
unconsciously and I have to, as it were, blink, so that I might see it
consciously. I do not understand how the ‘process’ of this can be so quick as
to appear from nothing as timeless. This is how I see it, how I understand the
sense of process without the sense of time or space, about the sense of being
and not being both at once.
You are back to the singular moment when you
enveloped into an extraordinary setting of being engulfed into an angelic
breath, so to speak, and you stood and physically danced on the carpeted
basement floor of your bi-level home about the midnight hour humming ‘Hava
Nagela” in the close environment of the Angel of G---D – a mystical experience
out of the blue from nothing and never since. – Amorella
2129
hours. Yes, it goes back to that, yet I already had command of reading
automaticity and could have easily slipped into some sort of visual flash – a visual
automaticity – and felt that this was an honest and true-to-me real mystical
experience. Never before had I had an understanding of how it might be to be in
two places at once – existing and not existing – being and not being. This ‘magic’
as it were is only in my head and I control it through writing it down and
making it real as words but nothing else. The rest is imagination without
belief – existential imagination in or out of mental and/or spiritual spontaneity.
Enough for tonight. Post. – Amorella
2137
hours. These are my true thought?
The words are true to yourself; they are
subjectively true. What else? Were I a real Angel you would have stated these
words no differently, that is the crux of it. – Amorella
2140
hours. This is how it is to have so much fiction holding up my spiritual spine.
I am as raised from arrogance itself.
Defying arrogance, boy. You are as nothing
raised up. – Amorella
2145
hours. I don’t know what this means.
That is precisely the point. – Amorella
2147
hours. This is theatre of the absurd. This is silly and unmannered. It is time
to dismiss this, all of it, put a period on it, post, and go to sleep.
2156 hours. Merlyn is a ghost character and nothing to the Living. He can sleep on it too.
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