After noon. Bill H. arrived mid-morning to
install the new garbage disposal from Amazon; friendly fellow who was
interesting to talk to; he had the old one off and new one installed in less
than an hour. You signed on his iPhone with your finger induced signature,
something you are still getting used to. - Amorella
1228 hours. I certainly
don't get all the letters legible but it must be close enough. I could have
done the job if the arthritis was a bit kinder to me. I could have still done
it but it would have probably taken half a day. Such is life.
Nighttime. Lunch at Penn Station, a nap, supper, a half ham and cheese sandwich each,
at home after watching NBC News, "Bones" and "Madam Secretary". Carol is upstairs
reading and you are about to work on chapter nine. - Amorella
2127 hours. That is my hope.
2233 hours.
We completed the chapter.
Add below and post. - Amorella
2234 hours. This is not what
I expected the chapter to be like.
What did you expect? - Amorella
2236 hours. I don't know
really.
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Nine
nfd ©2017, rho, Soki's Choice
Soki here. I
leave my Betweener post sometimes. I see the Living as being nowhere whereas
the Living may view my setting may be viewed in the same fashion by the Living,
that I in a like setting, nowhere. Analogy is a key with no firm lock and can
be reopened with further thought. So, to begin, neither the spiritual setting
or the physical material setting is nowhere. I, the Soki, as a Betweener can
touch both bases in analogical thought because of consciousness, not
conscience. I, the Soki, view the Living, in part, innocent. The Living without
much reflection can also view spirits with conscious 'being', as innocent. On the
outer wheel 'way in the middle of the air', so to speak, is the Rider. He,
metaphorically, is the rider on the wheel. It is with him that I periodically
have conversation. This recent between-these-two-chapters conversation is-an-was
about the Living human's perceived sense of 'fate' and 'accident'.
The
Rider suggest that I ask: Imagine yourself dead for a moment. In your now
spiritual sense of consciousness, what would be the meanings of the words 'fate'
and 'accident'?
.
Blake
sits comfortably in the pilot's seat, Pyl is co-pilot and Justin is in the
third seat back so he can see out both sides equally. The Cessna 210 is flying
east at 150 miles per hour and 16,500 feet above the eastern Cleveland
shoreline. The three are enjoying the visual pleasantry of the sun behind the
crispy clear blue beyond a layer of thickening rain clouds below.
Blake’s
appraises the beauty of flying the Silver Eagle in full sunlight on an
otherwise cheerless, dreary day in early March, when the engine abruptly stops
cold.
Blake
and Pyl automatically check the fuel, ignition and air to the engine. Improper
combustion. All three tighten their seat belts. Pyl attempted to work the dead radio.
'Slow descent', deduces Blake who is well trained for a variety of outcomes at
any given point. He tries the engine several times then once again.
Nothing.
Pyl
states crisply, "Ashtabula County should be below the clouds
shortly."
"We
are in a good, controlled glide," humors Blake. "How you doing back
there, Justin?"
He
replies, ”I’m fine. You two do what you need to do. I'm fine." At least we
are not going straight down, muses Justin following Blake’s lead.
"Good."
says Blake, "If we can't get it started we will land on an airstrip, road
or a farmer’s soybean field. We have time to think this out."
"Fuel
pump?" questions Pyl.
"No,
it shouldn't be. I think it is vapor lock but I am not sure why. She was going
along pretty as you please."
"As
a kid we had vapor lock once in a car in Death Valley. We survived,” relayed
Justin.
"You
visited the Valley in July, right?" counters Blake while feeling and
checking the rate of descent . . .
"I
don't know what is wrong with the radio, Blake,” responds Pyl. “We have
electric except for the radio."
"Cloud
ceiling is about three thousand feet. We have plenty of room, plenty of
time." Here we go through the top.”
"Ashtabula
County Airport, HZY in Jefferson; 924 feet above sea level," notes Pyl.
"But we cannot contact them."
“Making
adjustments,” says Blake. ”They should spot us visually."
.
At-the-same-moment,
Ship sets itself thirty feet above the Cessna with blackenot narrow-banded to
also camouflage the Silver Eagle as it drops below the clouds. The airspace
between Ship and the plane thicken into an appearance of a fractallized mirror
from the ground. Seeing the town of Ashtabula Blake glides southeast towards
I-90 and the Ashtabula County Airport beyond. Ship remains parallel above the
Cessna as it continues a long steady glide for a safe landing. Blake puts the
wheels in down and lock while readjusting the flaps up.
Pyl
asks, "Why don't they see us?"
Dumbfounded
Blake replies, "I don't know. I don't understand. And, we have no damn
radio." He attempts to restart the engine one more time hoping they will
at least hear the plane. The engine re-starts. Flaps are down for better
control. The fuel line appears to have condensed, he reasons. Then the plane
begins a slide like it is on a sheet of ice. Blake realizes he is going to
overshoot the runway and just beyond and slightly to the south Blake observes
the deserted township road, Route 193, lying straight east. He calmly states,
"I'll land on the road."
Pyl
adds, "Do it."
"Go
for it, Blakie,” comments Justin calmly, “looks good. No one in sight."
"Land
where the road cuts through the woods. Nothing but fields before and after but
up ahead are houses," declares Pyl, feeling the Cessna is under control
even though the engine again stops. "You are on the mark."
The
wheels touch the rough tar and chip road pavement. "Down." states
Blake while breaking the wheels. When the three climbed out their first focus
is on the engine.
An
older man ambles up from near the tail section saying, "Can I be of any
assistance?"
Yermey
stands surprised when no one responds. He takes a step closer but freezes in a
sudden apprehension. Behind him another louder voice, "Pyl. Blake and
Justin, how are you? What happened? Why the forced landing?"
Ears
electrified in shock, the three earthlings turn and can hardly believe their
eyes. Here stands Fran and Hart with an unidentified older man. The earthlings see no
car or ship nearby but the women standing next to a stranger like they had been waiting for the Cessna to land on this otherwise empty road.
.
Where, says Soki, is 'fate' and 'accident'
in the heartansoulanmind of each, Pyl, Justin and Blake? That is, which word
came first and from which part -- the heart, the soul or the mind? If you are
not sure, ask yourself the same question of heart and soul and mind in context
with the story.
This is an example of how it is for a
Betweener to deal with the Living. It is also an example of how it is seeing
the Living while dead.
60
ease; 8.2 grade; 1032 words
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