25 October 2016

Notes - relevant? / Uncle John / Address continuing



      Mid-morning. Light frost on Tim and Amy King’s grass this morning; forty-two degrees presently. – Amorella

       0934 hours. Carol had me go out and confirm she saw a frost while picking up the newspapers – showed up on a rooftop also, first one of the season. Thinking of Wilder Our Town with the simplest of news – reminds me that there is a line or two in the play that might be good at the beginning of Soki’s Choice.

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From Our Town, Act III

Stage Manager - Now there are some things we all know, but we don't take'm out and look at'm very often. We all know that something is eternal. Arid it ain't houses and it ain't names, and it ain't earth, and it ain't even the stars ... everybody knows in their bones that something is eternal, and that something has to do with human beings. All the greatest people ever lived have been telling us that for five thousand years and yet you'd be surprised how people are always losing hold of it. There's something way down deep that's eternal about every human being.

Pause.

'You know as well as I do that the dead don't stay interested in us living people for very long. Gradually, gradually, they lose hold of the earth ... and the ambitions they had ... and the pleasures they had . . . and the things they suffered . . . and the people they loved. They get weaned away from earth-that's the way I put it,- weaned away.

And they stay here while the earth part of 'em burns away, burns out; and all that time they slowly get indifferent to what's goin' on in Grover's Corners.

They're waitin'. They're waitin' for something that they feel is , comin'. Something important, and great. Aren't they waitin', for the eternal part in them to come out clear?

Selected and edited from Our Town by Thorton Wilder, Act III

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       0959 hours. I don’t know if the quotation is relevant or not; but it appears to be to me.

       It is relevant to you that ought to be worth something, don’t you think, boy? Post. - Amorella


       Gayle just called and said Uncle John is not doing well, that he has contracted pneumonia; he had a small stroke last week but was recovering well. The doctors put him in palliative care but now are considering hospice. He is not eating, cannot swallow and since last night does not recognise anyone. – Amorella

       It is not good and sad; however, he has had a good life. I am glad we all got together in September. Linda is going to come up again and it looks like we will take her back to Florida, as recent word is that he probably won’t live long. They took him off his medicines yesterday and he didn’t recognise Heather who had come in from North Carolina. He is the last of the older generation of Hammonds. When Aunt Catherine died a couple of years ago they had a bagpiper, very nice service. His father was an upholsterer by trade and had worked on the Titanic. I can still remember him talking about the sinking and you could tell by his eyes that he still couldn’t believe the great ship sank. We always had him tell the stories of going down to the docks to work and seeing those giant screws at the back of the ship. Carol’s father, Granville, was born in Glasgow but Aunt Catherine and Uncle John were born in the United States.

       Later, Carol’s ironing and you got your haircut. Mary Ann said you were in on August 9 so it has been eleven weeks. – Amorella

       1249 hours. I was surprised. We both talked about our Colorado trips. I thought it was the end of October to get my haircut and it was the end of September basically. I was a bit embarrassed by the error. If I looked in the mirror a little more often and clearly, I would notice such things.

       Post. - Amorella    


        Another late lunch, the usual at McD’s. Carol is in Kroger’s for fixings for an American-Italian supper. – Amorella

       1541 hours. I am ready to work on the Address.

       Let’s go to it. – Amorella

       1656 hours. I am ready to work.

       Okay, - Amorella

       Carol made spaghetti for supper, very good according to you. After ABC and NBC news Linda called and they are still talking. Linda is arriving Thursday and so is Jen on another flight. Jen has to return on Sunday for teaching. Linda will stay and eventually you and Carol will drive her to Tampa stay for a week or so then return to Ohio. – Amorella

       1941 hours. Ready to continue the Address?

       Let’s go. – Amorella

       1958 hours. We’ve cleaned the draft a bit.

       Add the Address as it is presently then post. – Amorella

       1959 hours. Are you going to continue with discovering Mexito tomorrow?

       Mexito discovers me because he has no choice. Yes, that’s tomorrow as well as finishing up with the campus life first. – Amorella

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© 2016, rho / Soki’s Address (continuing)

       I am the Soki, a being of fortitude within the casement of humanity like the quiet susurration consciousness people ‘hear within’ from time to time; however, I exist in the unconscious realms. I am rarely heard and never seen outright. Like the quiet rustle in one’s moral consciousness, I the Soki whisper best when a person listens closely to the fine line between what is real and what is not. The unconscious, you see, fine-tunes consciousness, and this can bring a quick, ever so small wry smile to the unconscious face; a smile hardly detected by the casual observer of human nature and sometimes hardly even revealed to one’s conscious self unless one is quietly listening to what is visually murmuring in the still features on an outward mirror. The Soki knows one’s real humanity inside out. This is who I the Soki am.

       I am a potential experience that exists in every human, but where if not the heart, soul or heart? Humanity, as such, is alien to the physical world. Humanity interacts with a higher level of self-aware consciousness that can be observed in all forms of life where self-awareness includes empathy, a reaching out of one’s self in understanding and kindness. One can witness such in their pets such as cats, dogs as well as wild animals towards one another and when interacting with humans. One can find all sorts of examples on the Internet. If a person can come to accept herorhimself as alien, then it is easier to accept others of the same or similar species as alien also. There are no strangers in strange lands here where I exist. Humanity is an evolving addition of kindness to self-awareness, empathy and higher consciousness. Where is this place that kindness flourishes?

       Alien humanity is in an alternate dimension, a stretch between time and free of space above consciousness. Think of it as any small Medieval college campus, not a university that is spread over a few acres, lots of trees, grass, sporadic clusters of flowers and; this is a delightfully calm setting. On the front of the college stands a three floor stone building laden with ivy on the left side, and on the right side are pea vines with white flowers. The front of the building shows off the granite stone blocks. The windows are Medieval narrow and on each side of the building are twin turrets and near the roofline flourishes. The slanted roof is a dark blue. The landscape is similarly pleasant and open spaced, particularly behind the somewhat large stone building with two turrets, one on either side. The campus atmosphere is that of an ancient cemetery with various sized trees growing where gravestones might otherwise be carefully placed.

       This is a location built on kindness and respect, not love. Love is reserved for heart or soul but not both at once.

       Back beyond Humanities’ building are four other lesser buildings also of stone with similar narrow windows. Each outer building is one floor in height with the same slant on the dark blue roof. Behind and beyond the five buildings of campus are trees, grass, flowers and walkway is a large open grassy field. Where the field ends is smaller stone building similar to the others and after walking through is an open gate. Some people stop and turn back while others blissfully walk on through. All this is in an alternate dimension of doorways without the intrusion of a single door, a stretch between time and a dimension free of space above the touch of consciousness. To the Living this place does not exist. “After all,” smiles “the Soki, why would it?”


      The purpose of what I call this campus, Humanity Central, is to be a buffer before the Dead move on. Thorton Wilder describes this in a line in Act III of Our Town; the ‘they’ in this quotation is in reference to the Dead: “Aren't they waitin', for the eternal part in them to come out clear?”
      

       The eternal part comes out clear once you pass the Gateway beyond Humanity Campus. This is where I speak from, the Gateway beyond physical death and before walking naked into Eternity. This book is about an extraordinary development where two alien species with humanity meet and learn more about what it is to become more fully human. I will show this story through the discoveries and events of several people with humanity, all are alien whether they recognise it or not. “I, the Soki, exist and so does the Gateway.”

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       We completed this section of the Address, all for tonight young man. Post. - Amorella

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