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.
** **
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
** **
0959
hours. I don’t know if the quotation is relevant or not; but it appears to be
to me.
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.
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
** **
© 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.”
We completed this section of the Address, all for tonight young man. Post. - Amorella
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