Mid-morning. Carol is drying her hair in
prep for a Blue Ash Retired Teachers luncheon today. Her old friend and
colleague Ann F. is coming down from Otterbein Senior Lifetime Choices (retirement)
in Lebanon where she and husband Vic F. have a new (this decade) two-bedroom
home. Carol then drives the rest of the way into Blue Ash. Earlier you played
with Spooky before and after breakfast and now Jadah sits near you looking out
the window and down at the birds at the feeder in the crab apple next to the
front porch on this cloudy and cool winter day. - Amorella
0943 hours. Carol came in
and we have been watching (with Jadah) small sometimes colorful birds along with
an occasional downy woodpecker.
Late morning. You have the next three
chapters set up to edit and add to. - Amorella
1120 hours. Carol will be
leaving in about an hour. I am ready to work now.
Let's begin. - Amorella
1148 hours. The editing is
completed for now, but I don't see any natural place to add commentary by Soki.
Shortly after noon. No commentary this
chapter. Go ahead, drop in place and post. - Amorella
1210 hours. Is that cricket?
Soki's earlier question still holds at the
conclusion of this chapter. - Soki only speaks when there is something to say.
In here, so do the dead.
1223 hours. That sounds
rather dreary.
You don't like chatter and endless verbal
noise. - Amorella
1224 hours. I don't, but . .
..
But what? - Amorella
1226 hours. I think the Dead
would miss hearing the voices of their family and friends. Many people feel
comfortable with chatter or some sort of noise in the background. It would be
unfair.
Un-American? - Amorella
1231 hours. You leave me
wordless though in thought once again. Here is the chapter.
** **
Ten © 2017, rho, Soki's Choice
Untitled
Standing
beside the plane Friendly speaks first to Pyl, re-introducing
Hartolite and then to Yermey, who the Earthlings have not met. Friendly says,
"We are not who we say we were. Please give us time to explain."
Pause. "Are you willing to give us
the time?"
Blake interrupts, "First we need
to make sure the plane is safe to fly. We have a problem with vapor lock."
With polite reserve Pyl comments,
"We need to get off this road."
Justin opens, "Where is your
transportation? How did you know we would be here?"
"Did you see us attempt a landing
at the airport?" declares Blake with his eyes on the engine.
"We are foreigners,” replies
Yermey. "We do not have U.S. citizenship."
"There is no need to check for
vapor lock," says Hartolite. "We forced your plane down so we could
talk on the ground."
Blake turns, "Pardon. What?"
"Are you terrorists?"
“No, we are not,” declares Friendly.
"What do you want with us?"
"We wish to be friends," says
Yermey.
"Why did you say you forced us
down?"
"Because we did," states
Yermey with commitment.
"How?" queries Pyl.
Hartolite replies, "We caused the
vapor lock."
Yermey reasons, "It is
physics."
Friendly adds, "Ship caused your
plane to slide at the runway,"
"We did seem to slide,"
remarks Blake. "It felt like the wheels were momentarily on ice."
Yermey, again in a reasonable tone,
declares, "It is caused by blackenot. This is the reason no one saw you,
why you couldn't contact by radio,”
"What do you mean?" questions
Blake. "The engine restarted."
"It was an unknown," comments
Friendly.
Blake immediately responds, "It stopped
again."
With less reserve Yermey smiles
politely saying, "You were in no danger."
Friendly steadies the pace in a
deliberate cadence, "Your plane touched Ship. It was not a bird that
cracked the Cessna wingtip light. Ship did. You touched Ship who had blackenot
on. You could not see us.”
Hartolite slacks her voice and lightens
her voice, "We did not wish to show ourselves at that time."
Justin queries, "Because you are
not citizens?"
"No. We are not from here.”
Pyl asks, "You are aliens? What
country?"
In an attempt to focus the conversation
Yermey declares, "We are cousins.” He continues, “First, you are concerned
about your plane. Get in and start the engine.”
“May we help you check out the plane
for take-off?” solicits Friendly.
Yermey says politely, "I will see
to your safety."
"With what?"
Yermey points up. “Ship.”
Pyl responds, "I don't really see
anything up there but clouds."
Blake is in the plane. The engine
starts normally. He says, "Let’s go Justin. Your wife wants her seat.”
"You are good to go,"
smiles Friendly as warmly as if she were a favorite next neighbor.
Blake states, "I'll feel better
once we are in the air. There is not a trace of problem with the engine.
Everyone strapped in?” Blake glances about. No cars. No people. He moves the
plane down the township road, rives the engine with the flaps down and in
place. Slowly and surely speed and lift after the stand of trees. Airborne. The
plane flies normally. They hear the
familiar clunk of the wheels drawn and locked into the fuselage. Blake banks
left and heads north through the clouds towards Lake Erie for a quick left to
return to Burke Lakefront along the northern shore of the United States.
As they push through the clouds, Pyl
thinks all is well but wonders on the intent of the other three who seem to
have disappeared after their plane lifted.
Suddenly a cloud drops over the Cessna
and the Rolls-Royce turboprop engine stops cold. Blake worked the controls in
the silence as the instruments appear to slightly malfunction from an
electronic-like glitch.
At the same moment, Friendly, unknowing
to the Earthlings, draws the Cessna into Ship’s annex, a recently modified,
human compatible first floor.
.
Pyl thinks, we're dead. We are on the
ground, dead.
Blake continues to the instruments.
Justin mumbles, “I don’t think we are
moving.”
Outside Pyl’s door and in the thick
cloud Friendly knocks on the window saying, "You have landed safely. Open
the door."
Pyl stares at her incredulously. “What?
Blake, she is down right outside my window. We are on the ground.”
"You are perfectly safe,"
assures Friendly in an ever-broadening and relaxed smile, "Come ahead,
climb out; all of you. You are safe.”
“Let’s get out,” says Justin eagerly.
“Come on, Pyl. Open the door.”
“We’re on the ground somewhere,”
declares Blake. I don’t know what happened because we were not on autopilot; at
least I don’t think we were. I can see out the side window that we are on the
ground, but this is not an airport. At least we’re safe. Let’s secure the plane
in this fog, then we can see where we are.”
84 ease; 3.6 grade; 819 words
1432 hours. We edited chapter eleven.
So we did. - Amorella
1434 hours. Third grade
reading score seems a bit harsh; that is, the concepts presented by the aliens
don't seem that simple.
But they are. - Amorella
1435
hours. Not to us earthlings. They should have a lot more questions. I wouldn't
trust any of them in that context. Besides, when they see where they are I
think they would just plain faint away.
Not
Justin, not any of them really. They would say it is a fake like something out
of a Mission Impossible film caper. Why would you believe it
(immediately) without more proof than a fake video? Besides, Soki has a few
things to observe in this chapter before we can drop it in the blog. - Post. -
Amorella
Nighttime. You both each had Papa John's
(quarter pie) for supper. You watched NBC News, "Blackspot" and
"The This Old House Hour" before shutting down the TV. Carol is
upstairs reading and you are thinking about going to bed early. - Amorella
You
are thinking about the "What's on your Mind?" column on your FB page.
You are angry and frustrated about the various stages of the three branches of
federal government these days. You would like to get this out at least to your
friends but you don't know what's really going on in various parts of your
heartansoulanmind and how to articulate this simply and honestly to those who
may be interested. - Amorella
2221
hours. This is so. I put out something earlier today but deleted it before it
received any comments because I was angry at the time. I mostly said what was
on my mind in the classroom. Former students and friends don't need a lecture
or a warning about the times now or ahead. They can see for themselves how it
is. I know what my heartanmind might say because I have already said it one way
or another, but what about my soul, what does 'she' have to say?
Good
question. You are still angry and this is indeed an unresolved mix of
heartanmind. Resolve yourself to be ready to stand for what helps makes people
good and free; be ready to stand for what is good for children to grow and
learn to be responsible adults; be ready to stand with your higher sense of
friendship and humanity; be ready to look an Angel in the eye and say, "I
stood my ground for decency and for human dignity and free will to live together with my fellow Homo sapiens and
share when asked what is most important in my heart, my soul and my mind. When
we share what we might take with us after life, we share the world of spirit.
The world of the spirit demands recognition of human dignity for each
individual first." - Amorella
****
I am unresolved in heart and mind about the present political
situation in these United States. So, I asked my soul for guidance here. This
is what she said to me.
Resolve yourself to stand for what helps make people good and
free. Resolve yourself to be for what is good for children to grow into
responsible and mature individuals. Resolve yourself to stand for a higher,
deeper sense of friendship with fellow human beings. Resolve yourself to share
your heart and soul and mind when the need arises. The human spirit demands recognition
of its dignity in each individual person, beginning with yourself, your
friends, your family and the world at large. What begins with those who recognizes
this greater sense of decency and dignity in the human spirit ends with the world. - rho
***
Post. -
Amorella
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