Notes - intact / theoretically / Grandma 14, nfd / an Eternal

       Today was your mother’s birthday in 1918. You remembered but had to check to make sure. – Amorella

       0913 hours. I think Carol’s father’s birthday was about this same time, but I don’t remember. Checking – it is, 31 July 1917.

       You are indifferent. – Amorella

       0920 hours. I am indifferent to my mother’s birthday; she was indifferent to my own.

       Stark and honest reply boy as you recognise, though honest it is not necessarily true because only your mother can say she was ‘indifferent’ not you. – Amorella

       0924 hours. A more honest response is – I feel my mother was indifferent to my birthday, she still might be. This comment ‘she still might be’ flew from my fingers and as such, to me, it appears that these are my own feelings not my mother’s. I hold her no ill will – I think we were just not the interested in each other. Such is life.

       From above you can see your heart’s reactions more so than your mind’s reaction. The soul is indifferent to both. What do you think of that as a theoretical thought problem, young man? – Amorella

       0931 hours. Interesting, really. Does this mean the soul is indifferent in general or specifically? Or, oddly, that the heartanmind discussion is not worth the soul’s time of day?

       Your humor is intact. Post. - Amorella

       Late morning. Your weekly forty-minute exercises are completed. Jadah is curled up on the top of her box and pad just under the northeast window where until recently the sun rained down a covering, a puddle of sunlight most cats love. Carol is downstairs working on emails or reading, don’t you think? – Amorella

       1127 hours. One of the other, I’d be surprised if she were doing anything else, like napping for instance. The ‘theoretical question’ asked earlier, does this have to do with the books?

       It can, but you might as well relate it to the real life you know – it would add to the book’s ‘fictional’ authenticity. – Amorella

       1131 hours. In relationship to the book we are talking about Merlyn’s soul, right?

       No, boy. We are talking about your soul then relating it to the book. – Amorella

       Theoretically then, I have a soul.

       From my perspective you have a heartansoulanmind, otherwise, imaginary or not, I would not be here in the first place. – Amorella

       1136 hours. I am going with the concept that the soul encapsulates the heartanmind to allow an immortal substance (once free of the physical body and mind) to be as eternal.

       You err. The eternal is as a shell to the egg white and yoke, the mind and heart, metaphorically speaking. – Amorella

       1153 hours. Then the eternal is as a solid and the physical is composed of water vapor (gas, liquid and solid).

       For understanding purposes this will work. We need another word for solid – physics can be solidified. Eternal Solid is [theoretically]. – Amorella

       1159 hours. One cannot break into Eternal Solid.

       A more reasonable view would be, physics cannot break out of Eternal Solid. – Amorella

       1240 hours. Even heartanmind?

       Even heartanmind; which become encapsulated after physical death. - Amorella

       1243 hours. I am going to check with Doug on this theoretically.

       Post. - Amorella

       You have completed Grandma's Story Fourteen. Add and post. - Amorella

        1750 hours. I am happy to do so. 

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Grandma’s Story 14 ©2016, rho, GMG.2

         The hosts, Sir Geoffrey and Lady Jeannine have John, fifteen, and Sarah, sixteen, who enjoy the younger spontaneity of Sir Geoffrey and Lady Allowyn’s Margaret, seven, and Duncan, ten. The four children are sitting at the smaller table and the adults are also finishing their courses at the old large oak table.

Lady Jeannine’s tastes show throughout, from the flowery wall tapestry on the wall right of the hearth and the oriental tapestry above the on the wall opposite, between the west corner of the far front window. She says, “We have some cake layered strawberries with cream for dessert.” The responses are appropriately silent.

         “What’s the history of this centered wooden box?” asks Lady Allowyn with a generous smile, “it is so beautiful in its plainness.”

         Lord Robert laughs, commenting, “And, I was about to ask about this wonderful old table – beautiful and striking objects, both.”

         Jeannine responds, “I inherited the table from my family.

         Robert replies, “Our old family stories speak of such a s table as this.”

         “This has been in the family for about four hundred or so years.”

         “Here in Oxford?” questions Lord Robert.

         “No,” replies Sir Geoffrey, “Scotland.”

         Lord Robert feels an unquestionable tingle up his spine then down. Strange.

         Noting Robert’s immediate discomfort, Allowyn places her hand on his. “Are you all right?”

         “Scotland,” he comments quietly, “this is where our table was supposed to be from.”

         Geoffrey questions, “Could this be the same table?”

         Jeannine immediately adds, “I think this table was bought here in Oxfordshire. We shall check our records.”

         Smiling through the awkward moment, Robert adds, “We shall check our own also.”

         “About the box,” says Jeannine suddenly beaming at Robert, “It has a story all its own.”

         Across from the other table John laughs, saying, “That box could hold a human skull.”

         “We have story about a skull also,” smiles Allowyn. “We          “Was it carried in a leather bag at one time?” asks Geoffrey.

         Lord Robert answers directly, “Yes,”

         Sir Geoffrey responds, “I’ll get our family records. Come along Robert, if you like.”

         “This is very strange,” says Allowyn cautiously, “We have a story about Merlyn the Bard having a box with a skull in it. It is just a story, mind you. How could this be? Surely it is a coincidence.”

         Jeannine carefully took and opened the box. “I was told never to open it, and I immediately considered the story of Pandora and decided right then and there not to open it. I never have until now.” She whispered, “I think John has opened it though.”

         Sarah came over to sit next to her mother while John played with Margaret and Duncan and looking out for the men to return.

         She comments, “My grandfather once told me that way back we were related to both the Romans and the Greeks.”

         Frowning, Allowyn replies, “He never told me that.”

         “I remember the story because of the skull she carried with her. She was a Greek princess. She and her husband supposedly met Merlyn the Bard once.”

         Allowyn quickly refreshes, “My brother has the oldest of the family history. ”

         The conversation changes to lighter subjects. Within a short time Sir Geoffrey and Lord Robert return. Robert speaks, “We are related. Our families go back to the time of Merlyn in Scotland.”

         “We discovered an older source folded away,” says Geoffrey. “We are related to an early Scottish lord named Reynnald.”

         “Such a magical moment,” declares Sir Geoffrey, “we must toast to our fortune to be friends first.”

         “A toast,” echoes Lord Robert. “It is fated that we are blood.”

         Allowyn stood smiling in a double thought. She says, “I have an announcement before wine and dessert are served . . ..

         “Mother is going to have a baby,” interrupts Margaret.

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         Jeannette smiling and unsure of what was coming, quickly replies, “Margaret is right, I am pregnant.”

         Geoffrey exclaims, “I did not know. How joyous.”

         Red faced, Allowyn grins, “I am pregnant too.”

         “How can dessert top this?” says Robert with a hardy laugh, “Both of you.”

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         The two men standing by the front window are silent and overwhelmed with the quite unexpected newly shared family realities.

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This oak tabled wooden box holds this mind of mine

In our charms at the table, we dress up as nine,

This rhyme is not of Grandma’s invention,

 I, Merlyn alone, do dream it a mention.

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       Dusk. You have Pouch Twelve with six thousand six hundred and eighty-three words ready to reduce knowing that perhaps none of it will be useful. – Amorella

       2117 hours. I read over Pouch 11. I’ll have to see what’s plausible, if anything. On another subject I am having a difficult time thinking about this metaphysics as if it could be theoretically plausible. Setting up any concepts and ideas for a fiction is one thing. I would rather not go any further than this. Why? First of all, I don’t know anything more than anyone else. – rho

       Neither does anyone else but that doesn’t stop them for saying this or that is true. – Amorella

       2124 hours. In a way this is no different than my greater predicament – realizing I love G-D, yet I remain an agnostic. I mean, it’s silly and beyond that foolish.

       But this a great part of who you are. Think of this as perhaps useful in your fiction and let it go at that – a thought problem, but nothing as profound as attempting to decide if a cat in a box is dead or living. Think of this as a “what if” theory and categorize it in fiction like you have done before. – Amorella

       2132 hours. I am more comfortable with this – a fictional theory.

       You can title it as such if you wish. – Amorella

       2136 hours. I can write it as a modern myth about souls and the humanity of hearts and minds.

       We can relate it directly to Merlyn’s dreams. Such as, how much influence does the soul have in Merlyn’s mind and heart now that he is long dead? – Amorella

       2141 hours. What use would a soul have for a human heartanmind to begin with?

       What use would a soul have for anything? - Amorella

       2142 hours. Perhaps ‘passions’ are an energy source.

       What use does an Eternal have for energy? – Amorella

       2144 hours. Perhaps ‘creative thought’ is as a pleasant breeze – providing comfort for something with no needs or wants.

       Something to think on, huh? Good night, orndorff. Post. - Amorella