Sunday,
mid-morning. You are both back to your routines. Heavy frost last night, or so
it appears from your house. - Amorella
Later.
Carol and Ann are visiting one of their breakfast meeting friends, Marita, who
is in rehabilitation therapy at Cedar Village in Mason because she was hit by a
car while walking last week in Hyde Park. The accident was witnessed by a
postal carrier and the driver was at fault. You have been raking leaves and
were taking a break when the TV cable went off – you checked the computer and your
fiber-optics is also down. – Amorella
1424 hours. I ran diagnostics and can’t find a problem but I
can reboot the router; so far, nothing. Wait. It is on.. . .
Carol
and Ann returned. The leaves are done for the day (pick up is Tuesday). You are
going to Smashburgers for a late lunch and then the grocery. Next Thursday
Carol and Ann are going to visit Marita again. She is doing well so far and
should be home by the end of next week. – Amorella
You
are at Kroger’s on Mason-Montgomery Road waiting for Carol. You got a hold of
Jim Powers and are meeting him for lunch tomorrow around eleven-thirty. You are
eager to see him and have a good conversation on all kinds of topics. –
Amorella
1657 hours. Powers is one of a kind personality and
intellect – an old comrade and colleague from Indian Hill days. He taught
government and humanities, graduated of the Naval Academy, U.C., and more
graduate classes at Stanford. The man has a photographic memory, an avid reader
with interests in physics and history (ancient and modern). He can speak
several languages fluently – Russian, Latin, French, Greek, Hebrew, Spanish and
German if I remember correctly. He was going into the submarine service and no
doubt would have been a submarine commander like my old Westerville High
football teammate, Vic Meyers (three years ahead of me – Class of 1957), who
was in Jim’s class at the Academy. Jim developed knee problems, got his degree
but could not serve his tour of duty. He taught high school seniors in the old
Soviet Union for a year (on a leave of absence from I.H.) Jim still teaches
classes seniors at Mt. St. Mary here in Cincinnati. We are life-long fans of
Apple products since the Apple II. Most everyone called me “Space Cadet” at
I.H. but Jim called me ‘Space Commander’. I always got a kick out of that. I
was ‘right brained’ and out of my league at ‘left brained’ I. H. However, I did
enjoy teaching there a lot.
Dusk
has settled into darkness. Post. – Amorella
1804 hours. Doesn’t seem like I had much on my mind today,
Amorella.
You
didn’t eat much supper but did watch the last two episodes of “The Blacklist”,
NBC and ABC News, and one episode of “Doc Martin”. – Amorella
2154 hours. The trash is out for the
morning pick up, Carol is upstairs to read and I’m going up in a bit. Right now
I’m feeling energized but don’t know quite what to do with it.
Let’s
work on Soki’s Address. – Amorella
2156 hours. Fine with me.
You
have completed the rough draft of the Address so tomorrow we can work on
cleaning and clarifying the text. Post. – Amorella
I forgot to include the first draft last night. Here it is.
Soki’s
Address
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 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. Thornton 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; all are alien whether they recognize it or not. “I, the Soki, exist and
so does the Gateway.”
Humanity Central
is a way station for at least two universes so for simplicity’s sake I’ll leave
it at two. From my perspective both are alien universes, that is, both have
biochemical creatures that have developed consciousness with humanity. Specifically,
an alternate Earth very similar to your modern day Earth; however, in 1988
almost everyone in that alien Earth world died within a day.
Only a handful
of people survived in this alien Earth on 14 June 1988 and one of them is a
fellow named Mexito who lived in South Africa at the time. Mexito was the only
survivor on the African continent. Today, in 2016, he lives near Washington
D.C. in sight of the Smithsonian complex.
In 1988 he was
quite a shock to discover everyone dead after he woke up from a most peaceful
night’s sleep. He thought he must be the most cursed man in the world – to be
alone. Within a few days of quiet, no humanity but his own voice, he heard the whispering
voice of his unconscious. Thinking the strange voice a miracle he shouted,
“Saki!” [SawKey!] to all the accompanying dogs without masters, and that became
my name to him. Mexito immediately explained to his long and short tailed
companions that, “Thee Soki is a
friend in my head and he be someone I can be talking to besides you kind,
lonely dog friends.” I, the Soki, had
always been attached but how was Mexito to know that. If there hadn’t been all
that silence he would have never heard me.
Mexito gave me
up after he met Friendly, who he immediately thought was an Angel. He didn’t
have anything else to give her so he gave her the most unique precious thing he
had discovered, me, the Soki. I
allowed this under the difficult and unorthodox circumstances in which he and
Friendly found themselves.
I secretly left
a part of myself within Mexito because I like him for who he is. I also wanted
Friendly to gain a deeper unconscious sense of who and what alien humanity from
Earth was like. That Is a gift that Mexito could not give. Friendly and her
friend, Captain Fargo, both humanoid marsupials, had come to help prevent the calamity
that had befallen most Earthlings, but they arrived, needless to say, too late.
***
Eventually,
Friendly also gives up a part of herself, her humanity that had inherited me, the Soki, to Diplomat, a young hybrid, a
mix the marsupial humanoid, Yermey and the Earthling, Pyl, who is Blake’s
sister and wife of Justin Burroughs. I found these interchanging experiences
interesting because I too was broadened by humanity in two alternate universes
– a very lonely human male miner, Mexito, in South Africa in universe B, a
confident middle aged female marsupial-humanoid, Friendly, and a young hybrid
of both species in universe A, Diplomat.
Empirical evidence; arc myths and dreams, particularly
dreams; proof of collective unconscious found in synchronicity, archetype
Then move to higher consciousness that includes the
spiritual and physical connections of the Living with the Dead of both species
of higher humanity.
Moving towards both a conclusion and an introduction, I, the
Soki, need to instill a truth about humanity that is seldom spoken. Science,
genetics in particular, has shown in recent years that Homo sapiens have
incorporated at least two earlier species, the better known Neanderthals and
the Denisovans. Many Homo sapiens have one or both earlier species within their
genetic makeup. This story is really little different from the earlier ones but
it takes this journey a step or two further from birth through physical death
of two separate species, galactic cousins actually, and their consequential
spiritual release through a hitherto unknown and invisible doorway to serve a
broader based humanity that understands the differences of being heartfelt,
being soulfelt and being mindfelt and thus solidifying the common human
element, seed really, of heartansoulanmind that is transposed from the physical
to the spiritual in an instant without end. How can such an event be plausible
when science cannot account for it? It is basic grammar. You are given a proper
name and when you die you are left with an antecedent. It’s as simple as that. The
problem lies in the hinterland where the proper noun must learn to agree with
the antecedent.
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