16 September 2016

Notes - modesty / secretly obsessed / the stipulation



       Morning. You had your last physical therapy this morning and are happy about it. The therapist, Carol L., said you were modest when you tried to explain you were uncomfortable in loose shorts as she requested. – Amorella

       1005 hours. I have never been called modest before at least I cannot remember such since childhood. However, some of the exercises are spreading legs and such. I wear jockey styled underwear and normally don’t wear any when I wear the loose fitting boxers to bed. Anyway, I felt uncomfortable and told her so. Having this problem on the upper to mid hip didn’t help any either. I’m glad to be done with the therapy. I like Carol though. She is fine as a therapist. The situation was just awkward. The lady I had Wednesday had me facing from the wall not to the wall as Carol did today when I completed the exercises, plus on Wednesday the lady left the curtains undrawn. People walked by periodically. I did not like those moments and the more I thought about it later the more I disliked it.

       Post, and be done with it. – Amorella

       1015 hours. Sounds like a good plan, Amorella, even though I have never heard your voice. It almost always comes silently from my fingertips touching the keys.


       Early afternoon. You are thinking that like myself, the Amorella, UFO’s and Angels are only products created in the heads, so to speak, of Homo sapiens.

       1244 hours. I was reading some book reviews from Goodreads on The 37 Parallel: The Secret Truth Behind America’s UFO Highway by Ben Mezrich.

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This real-life The X-Files and Close Encounters of the Third Kind tells the true story of a computer programmer who tracks paranormal events along a 3,000-mile stretch through the heart of America and is drawn deeper and deeper into a vast conspiracy.

Like “Agent Mulder” of The X-Files, computer programmer and sheriff’s deputy Zukowski is obsessed with tracking down UFO reports in Colorado. He would take the family with him on weekend trips to look for evidence of aliens. But this innocent hobby takes on a sinister urgency when Zukowski learns of mutilated livestock, and sees the bodies of dead horses and cattle—whose exsanguinations inexplicable by any known human or animal means.

Along an expanse of land stretching across the southern borders of Utah, Colorado, and Kansas, Zukowski discovers multiple bizarre incidences of mutilations, and suddenly realizes that they cluster around the 37th Parallel or “UFO Highway.” So begins an extraordinary and fascinating journey from El Paso and Rush, Colorado, to a mysterious space studies company and MUFON, from Roswell and Area 51 to the Pentagon and beyond; to underground secret military caverns and Indian sacred sites; beneath strange, unexplained lights in the sky and into corporations that obstruct and try to take over investigations. Inspiring and terrifying, this true story will keep you up at night, staring at the sky, and wondering if we really are alone...and what could happen next.

Selected and edited from -- http://www.goodreads DOT com/book/show/27274314-the-37th-parallel

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       1319 hours. I must be secretly obsessed with UFO mysteries because sometimes the concepts give me a rush to discover something for myself. Perhaps I am wishful for aliens to help save us from ourselves. In the Middle Ages I would have probably been wishful for Angels to do the same, save us from ourselves. We need to get off this planet like Elon Musk hopes and works for. We need a survivable colony on Mars in case we do something stupid and kill most everybody off by some slip of a Petri dish in a military or experimental lab anywhere in the world. I’m done. Nothing else to say.

       And, rightly so. Post. - Amorella

       1609 hours. I been thinking. You [Amorella] are a hallucination, an angelic form or an alien form. I cannot think of another classification.

       How about a spiritual form? – Amorella

       1613 hours. That’s pretty good out of the blue. Okay, then I need a definition.

       I, the Amorella, am a spiritual being.

       1649 hours. What is the difference between a spiritual being and a spiritual form? First, I’ll look it up for myself.

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form – noun

1 the general form of the landscape | form is less important than content: shape, configuration, formation, structure, construction, arrangement, appearance, exterior, outline, format, layout, design.
2 the human form: body, shape, figure, stature, build, frame, physique, anatomy; informal vital statistics.
3 the infection takes different forms: manifestation, appearance, embodiment, incarnation, semblance, shape, guise.

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being – noun

1 she is warmed by his very being: existence, living, life, reality, actuality.
2 those words echoed in my being: soul, spirit, nature, essence, inner being, inner self, psyche; heart, bosom, breast; Philosophy quiddity, pneuma.
3 an enlightened being: creature, life form, living entity, living thing, soul, living soul, individual, person, human being, human.

Selected and edited from the Oxford/American software

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       1656 hours. Okay. Your statement using ‘being’ appears more valid though you are not ‘living’.

       I am conscious. – Amorella

       1656 hours. I am too.

       I am consistent in my nature. – Amorella

       1700 hours. I agree. In all these years you have shown a consistency of attitude/character in your ‘being’. The proof is in your words, your statements – your consistent focus on helping me remain an open and honest human being (in my writings) for some twenty-eight years. I intuitively and deeply ‘feel’ you or a part of you exists beyond myself – rho

       I do not agree. I exist within yourself and have no attachments elsewhere. – Amorella

       1713 hours. This is a surprise. Once you implied you could be connected to my friend, Bob Pringle.

       The stipulation was, at the time, if you died first. – Amorella

       1716 hours. Indeed. It was. Bob was agreeable with this arrangement. He felt he could accept Amorella. I have no more words.

       Post. - Amorella

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