Mid-afternoon.
You appear to be ready to work on the outline. Earlier you did your exercises
and had a quick breakfast/lunch at McD’s. Carol and Ann drove to see Marita,
who is slowly improving from the accident. You spent time relaxing by watching
a couple of episodes of season three’s “Sex in the City” on Amazon Prime while
Jadah fell asleep on your lap. Carol informed you that next week is
Thanksgiving, not the week after as you thought. It is going to be busy as you
are going up to Kim and Paul’s on Wednesday, staying into Friday, coming home
then on Sunday you are driving up in the afternoon as you have an appointment
with Andy on your finances on Monday morning. Tuesday morning you have to be
there to make sure the boys are off to school as Kim has a meeting in Cleveland
that day. - Amorella
Later,
you are waiting for Carol to pick up necessities at Kroger’s on
Mason-Montgomery. We can work on the outline. Let’s get to it. – Amorella
1615 hours. Fine with me. What do I do first?
Open
the outline doc and I’ll go from there. – Amorella
1625 hours. This was not so difficult. I put a space either
you or intuition told me to put a space that basically separated the conceptual
ideas within the Address. I followed from the first paragraph through the last.
Along the way I could see there are two or three separate themes of thought. Do
you want me to go through and classify them in three categories (a
b c) or something else?
No.
You do not need categories you need to separate the heart thought from soul
thought from mind thought. – Amorella
1632 hours. Whoa! H. S. or M. This is so odd. How can I
think such a thing without realizing it? I won’t try to overthink this. I will
do as you say, intuitively, I imagine.
Follow
the intuition. I’ll let you know if you are off base. Let your heart and soul
and mind do the choosing, that’s what I’ll be doing. You’re the human writer
here I work within your humanity, your genetic/spiritual framework. – Amorella
1639 hours. This is so strange. I feel like I should be
embarrassed if I knew what I was embarrassed about. (What an odd thing to
think, but this what first comes to mind.) The next thing that comes to mind is
that my DNA is pretty corrupt as is and; spiritually I really don’t know where
I am, other than I understand we humans have spiritual qualities built in.
That’s
a clear enough assessment. - Amorella
You
are home and have been doing chores. Carol is still outside watering bushes and
trees though it is clearly dusk. – Amorella
1730 hours. She just came in. We have one good day left then
Saturday the temperature is supposed to drop twenty or thirty degree with some
showers and late Fall in November will be upon us next week. My concentration
(or whatever it is) appears to be gone at the moment.
You
don’t mind experimental writing but you don’t like to be a part of the
experiment. – Amorella
1734 hours. Truer words were never spoken, Amorella
Take
a break. Post. – Amorella
1735 hours. Shouldn’t we wait until I can see that I can do
these separations of heart and soul and mind?
Before
bed and you have your ‘outline’ setup but have not filled it out as of yet. Drop
it in here, then fill it out and post. – Amorella
2059 hours. I’ll drop it in first, then consider waiting
until tomorrow.
**
**
Soki’s Address
[Outlined]
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
The Soki knows one’s real humanity
inside out. This is who I the Soki
am.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
There are
no strangers in strange lands where I exist. Humanity is an evolving addition
of kindness to self-awareness, empathy and higher consciousness.
H S M
Where is
this place that kindness flourishes?
H S M
Alien humanity is in an alternate
dimension, a stretch between time and free of space above consciousness.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
The
landscape is similarly pleasant and open spaced, particularly behind the
somewhat large stone building with two turrets, one on either side.
H S M
The campus
atmosphere is that of an ancient cemetery with various sized trees growing
where gravestones might otherwise be carefully placed.
H S M
This is a location built on kindness
and respect, not love. Love is reserved for heart or soul but not both at once.
H S M
Back beyond Humanities’ building are
four other lesser buildings also of stone with similar narrow windows.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
To the Living
this place does not exist. “After all,” smiles the Soki, “Why would it?”
H S M
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?”
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.”
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.”
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
I allowed this under the difficult
and unorthodox circumstances in which he and Friendly found themselves.
H S M
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
***
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.
H S M
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.
H S M
Empirical evidence; arc myths and
dreams, particularly dreams; proof of collective unconscious found in
synchronicity, archetype.
H S M
Then move to higher consciousness
that includes the spiritual and physical connections of the Living with the
Dead of both species of higher humanity.
H S M
Moving towards both a conclusion and
an introduction, I, the Soki, need to instill a truth about humanity that is
seldom spoken.
H S M
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.
H S M
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 soul-felt and being mind-felt 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.
H S M
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.
H S M
The problem lies in the hinterland
where the proper noun must learn to agree with the antecedent.
H S M
**
**
2103 hours. I have read over some of
these but I cannot distinguish between what is from the heart, the soul or the
mind. Nothing pops up, not even intuition. It appears they are written by you,
Amorella, not by my heart or soul or mind (or whatever you want to call these
abstract-like segments). This is how I see it presently. This paragraph however
(ironically), I can tell is written by my mind not my heart or soul.
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