Notes - assumption / SC.Ch.8 nfd /

Late Sunday morning. Last night you hung the Peruvian artwork above the bed and this morning you put out the Iranian rugs on either side of the bed so finally the bedroom is more or less as it was only better, particularly in your southeast corner where the chair sets. Carol is finishing up the ironing, towels and underwear are put away and sheets soon will be. It is a rather dull winter day with an inch or so of snow on the way later tonight, a few flakes are already falling. - Amorella

       1136 hours. Otherwise, it is library quiet and rather pleasant indoors. A large and tall double window sets on the northeast side of the bedroom and two smaller windows are set on the north and northwest corner of the bath, and with the new paint on walls and ceilings in both rooms it is noticeably brighter. I like it. Carol's book is up on the bed and I assume that once the ironing is done she'll be up to relax and read.

       Don't assume too much, boy. Post. - Amorella

       Carol is reading the paper and after your bath with the bubbler on several times you are installing updated maps on your Garmin which you think is about a year old now. The snow flurries continue but no real accumulation. You are feeling more like writing so I suggest we get to it. - Amorella

       1315 hours. I'm ready.

       1400 hours. We completed Chapter Eight.

       Add and post. - Amorella

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Eight nfd ©2017, rho, Soki's Choice

       Pyl, Justin and Blake complete their plans for the day. Today's date is March 1, 2012 showing on the Cleveland Plain Dealer located on the breakfast table next to Blake. A little more than a month has gone by since sisters Francis and Hart attempted to purchase the Williams’ Cessna 210 Silver Eagle. Pyl is reading the local section of the paper; an article about the Chardon School shooting, Justin gleans the sport's page focusing on the loss of the Cavaliers to the Knicks.

       What a weird month, broods Blake. People come to the airport out the blue wanting to buy our plane; we tell them we don't want to sell and they leave without another word. I would have thought they would have at least sent an email thanking us for their afternoon ride to Put-in-Bay and back. Nothing. Blake says, "I'd like to get some flight time today. The weather is going to be worse with thunderstorms the next couple of days. I can get some instrument time in what with the weather mix and cloud cover." Blake focus on the back page, the weather page reads the mostly cloudy sky will produce light snow showers which will change to rain; and that the light west wind will be coming from south, giving a high of 42 degrees, even the night temperature is to stay above freezing. Out of his sourness on no comments Blake announces, “We can take the plane up around noon.”

       "You just want to see the sun, Blakie, not that I blame you," comments Pyl. “Our other plans can wait. The weather is depressing." I have a pile of clothes to wash, she rationalizes, and then adds, “Do you want to come Justin?"

       "No," sighs Justin. "I'm reading a couple Car and Driver magazines. We've been back up here in Cleveland only a couple of days and I'm getting bored. This weather doesn't help. I'm ready to go home." He mulls on the fact that winter break is over and they didn’t go south.

       Blake comments, "You'll like the Car and Driver articles on the Shelby and the Viper. You can read them any time. I'm bored too, Justin, that's a good reason to get up above the clouds with us," smiles a Blake reenergized.

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       Noon. Ship stirs jolting Yermey who quickly realizes the Cessna with three humans is in the air.

       "Take us to her," rumbles Yermey. His old eyelids stay sleep shut, resisting the reality of the moment. "Wake up, Friendly."

       "Captain has us already underway."

       "When will we be in contact?” asks Yermey soberly.

       "Ten minutes," reasons Ship.

       Yermey slowly stands, slides himself into a jumpsuit, rubs his forehead rather harshly, shakes his head to refresh and considers what they about to do?

       The three have carefully decided that the next time the Cessna is in the air they will take the plane into a declared controlling advisement, first by suspending general physics and placing the plane aboard Ship with the three Earthlings inside.

       Yermey strides into Friendly's control room asking, “Are you sure the three are aboard?"

       "All three and blackenot is on,” notes Friendly.

       "Are we really going through this?" questions Hartolite. "Wouldn't it be politer to first say hello or greetings as fellow Earthlings?"

       Suddenly Friendly orders, "Change circumstance," and Ship freezes about half a mile to the starboard side of the Silver Eagle to fly parallel with the Cessna 210. A few seconds later, they are parallel with the Earthlings at less than quarter mile. "I say we down the plane at a private field in the area and speak them on their own ground."

       Ship, having bio-computerize a virtual Cessna, verbally responds, "A flat and vacant country road four miles south. I can mimic engine trouble. The pilot will have no choice but to land."

       "Good!" says Yermey slapping his thigh joyfully. "We wing it."

       "We improvise?" questions Hartolite. "All of our stratagem, and now we improvise?"

       "Let Ship settle them safely and unaware of our presence. Spontaneity has an open honesty to it. Keep all traffic clear, she further orders. "Land us five yards from them with blackenot on."

       Ship responds confidently, "As you wish." The three marsupial-humanoids stand with equanimity watching the maneuvering.

       ‘This was not the plan,’ considers Friendly, ‘the first formal contact with Earthlings is about to begin on a lonely flat township road near an Amish farm in south Ashtabula County northeast of Cleveland. I like this better, thinks Friendly. We'll wing it for authenticity’s sake -- just we three and Ship and three earthlings and the Cessna on a lonely road in the early afternoon.

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       This is not my plan either, thinks the Soki, who feels the situation is such that a talk with the Rider is in order. A step away and up to the Greater Wheel of metaphysical information begins . . ..

       Hello, Soki here. The travel line is greater than instantaneous. Points A and B are essentially AB or the other way around from a living person’s perspective.

       Remember the song, "Ezekiel Saw the Wheel"? Here are a few lines:

Ezekiel saw the wheel
Way up in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw the wheel
Way up in the middle of the air

And the little wheel run by faith
And the big wheel run by the grace of God
A wheel in a wheel
Way up in the middle of the air

Think of the schematic or map of our limited view of metaphysics like this. First, remember the Living are nowhere in this non-dimensional realm. Our Guide of the Betweeners is the Rider of the big the wheel and Dead reside in the lesser wheel within. The middle of the air is, in point of fact, the Boatman the Living refer to from time to time. The Boatman always collects his due, so to speak, whether you are the Rider, a Betweener like me, a full soul with human-like heartanmind or an empty soul without that's in the metaphysical realm. The Boatman is real enough among the Living wherever nowhere is. Everyone pays their dues, sometimes he's called the Piper, but in here he is the Boatman. Sometimes he's seen transferring the recent dead, sometimes he's veiled in irony and darker humor. Your mind might discount him but the heart sees through the mind's eye. The soul knows the Boatman all too well.

       Through the shiver of a ghostly spine the Rider rises. The Soki and the Rider talk between this chapter and the next.

73.6 ease; 6.1 grade; 1096 words

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